Friday, August 28, 2015
Celebrating Twenty and Thirty
Twenty years ago today a young man knocked on my door. I had met him once, when he’d stopped by with a mutual friend two or three days earlier.
On this occasion, he said he’d left his umbrella, and had stopped by to retrieve it. I invited him in, and we talked for a long time before I realized he was putting the moves on me. I resisted at first, because he was less than half my age, but eventually succumbed. I later learned that he’d seen something he liked on that earlier visit, and was determined to have it.
Bottom line: he never left, and today, at ages 75 and 46, respectively, we will celebrate our twentieth anniversary.
We didn’t have a whole lot in common back then, but we recognized one important fact—we are soul mates.
So, to all the silly reviewers who pooh-pooh what they tackily refer to as “insty love,” I have this to say: you don’t know what you’re talking about. And don't ever let anyone tell you that love can't come knocking at your door.
My partner is also my talented cover artist, and has been responsible for the covers on my last ten books.
This day, August 28, 2015, also marks the publication of my 30th book. That amounts to 26 novels and 4 novellas. If you like statistics, the books add up to just under two and one-half million words.
The new book, The View From Baskins’ Ridge (Bobby and Clyde Redux), picks up the storyline of an earlier title Bobby and Clyde five years after it ended.
The story is set in 1974 and 1975, a time when two men seldom lived openly together, especially if they were high-profile. Back in the seventies, gay men often said, ‘We have two bedrooms and a path.’ Sad, but true to a greater or lesser degree, depending upon where you lived.
Bobby has been an associate lawyer with one of the largest firms of ambulance chasers in Atlanta for six or seven years, and Carlyle (Clyde’s name was legally changed in the first book) has just graduated from law school. They are about to return to their beloved Blue Ridge mountains, and join the family law firm in Asheville.
There isn’t a lot of action in the story—it’s not that kind of a story—but Bobby and Carlyle do have a few moments of excitement. A pair of forty-year-old skeletons are discovered on their property; and their involvement in exposing a corrupt and homophobic sheriff results in an attempt on their lives.
For reasons explained in the first book, Bobby’s family had allowed Clyde to assume the identity of a cousin who was missing and presumed dead years ago in Africa, along with his missionary parents. Their biggest challenge arises when the real Carlyle Baskins turns up.
To say any more would involve spoilers, so I will let it go at that.