Happy Friday! This week’s guest is B.G. Thomas. Thanks, B.G.
To know more about B.G. Thomas, check out one of his blogs. He’s got one all about his newest projects (or just things on his mind). He’s also got one called 365 Days of Silver in which he is making sure to write at least one thing per day (for a year) he is grateful for or a silver lining he finds on even the worst days. Or you can read his Twitter (@BGThomasBooks). His latest literary triumphs are the Seasons of Love books and are available here. Next week he has a brand new novella coming out! You are going to LOVE it! Find it here.
1) Are there any words you always misspell when you’re writing?
“Mispell” (misspell). No seriously. And “experiance” (experience). I don’t know what the problem is with the word but I can’t get it. And I type “jsut” (just) almost every single time! Arrrrgnhhhhh!
2) After dinner: death by chocolate truffle cake or the cheese board?
After dinner it is chocolate truffle cake. I didn’t even have to think about this one. I just finished my taco dinner and I want chocolate ice cream. It is frozen like stone and I am tapping my foot right now waiting for it to be thawed enough to eat. Food makes me crave a sweet. Now before dinner? The answer would have been a cheese board. No question. With each cheese being sharper than the next. None of that brie or anything like that. Mild cheeses taste like pencil erasers to me. Or thick air. I crave FLAVOR all the time! It’s also my downfall!
3) Bora-Bora cabana or Canadian Rockies cabin?
Oh, Bora-Bora. Something else I didn’t even have to think about. Canadian Rockies might include snow. Snow is a four letter word. My teeth chatter when it drops below 55. Really. When I finally retire it will be to a place where I never ever have to see snow again. People who send me Christmas cards with snow on it might be removed from my “friends list.” LOL. Bora-Bora! Yes. Beaches. Ocean. Swimming. Sand. Lovely huts. Drinkies with umbrellas in them. Served by cabana-boys in teeny tiny, itsy bitsy swim suits. Spreading suntan lotion on me and my husband. We are under this big rainbow umbrella. When I am not in the sun working on my flawless tan. *grin*
4) What is your favorite word?
Gosh. It might be the F-word. It drops out when I don’t even know it (I am ashamed to say). And I like the word “shit.” It means so many things. Some comedian even said something about it in a skit once. It can mean, “This is some good shit.” Or it can be, “Shit!” (as in, “I am upset”). Or it can mean “I just stepped in some shit!” Or, “This is the shit!” (which is a good thing). Or it can mean, “This tastes like shit!” Then there is, “What are you doing with my shit.” Or “Would you get your shit out of the way?” Or “Oh shhhiiiiiiiiit, that was good!” Or “Oh, shit, that was terrible.” Or “Quick! Come look at this awesome shit!” Or “Will you look at that shit?” It is universal.
Or my favorite word might be “Namasté.” Which means “The good and the Divine in me recognizes the good and Divine in you.”
Yeah. I’ve changed my mind. Namasté. That’s my word!
5) If you could go back ten years and give yourself one piece of advice what would be?
Not to wait! Oh God yes! Not to wait to pursue my dreams! To jump! To leap and to know that the net WILL appear. I would have sent in the first submission several years before I did. I have quite a few books out today. I would have maybe twice as many. I would be working as a full-time writer instead of being a year or so from being a full-time writer. And if the question had been twenty years instead of ten, it would be dump that guy and believe in yourself because there is this wonderful man who actually truly is waiting for you to be single. I would be celebrating almost twenty five years today instead of fifteen. I’ll take the fifteen years though and gladly. I am living a MM Romance Novel! He is my heart and my light and my inspiration.What could be better than that?
B.G. loves romance, comedies, fantasy, science fiction and even horror—as far as he is concerned, as long as the stories are character driven and entertaining, it doesn’t matter the genre. He has gone to conventions since he was fourteen years old and has been lucky enough to meet many of his favorite writers. He has made up stories since he was child; it is where he finds his joy. In the nineties, he wrote for gay magazines but stopped because the editors wanted all sex without plot. “The sex is never as important as the characters,” he says. “Who cares what they are doing if we don’t care about them?” Excited about the growing male/male romance market, he began writing again. Gay men are what he knows best, after all. He submitted his first story in years and was thrilled when it was accepted in four days. “Leap, and the net will appear” is his personal philosophy and his message to all. “It is never too late,” he states. “Pursue your dreams. They will come true!”