As I drove through the Smokey mountains, taking in the scenery, and
also the aquarium at Gatlinburg, I thought of alien heroes, and also
about a shark's sex life.
I am incorrigible that way! The concept of claspers (which look like
labia when not deployed) fascinates me. However, I am not about to
give alien males claspers in their groins. A penile bone and a
tattoo is about as far as I'm willing to deviate from the
conventional wisdom of what is romantic and "normal" in a hero's
The Gatlinburg aquarium has a very long viewing tunnel of three inch
thick glass (it might be perspex) through which visitors progress
majestically on a travelator. Sharks lie on it. One hears how
sharks have to keep swimming. Not these boys. Their bellies and
genitals were pressed to the glass above the gaping tourists. I
wonder whether the tunnel vibrated pleasurably --because of the
travelator-- or whether it was warm, or whether the sharks are
That thought led to musings about figuratively cold blooded heroes,
which is unfortunate. As some of you know, I went to the Romantic
Times convention to promote myself, Mating Net, Forced Mate, and the
Feb 2007 release: Insufficient Mating Material. Insufficient Mating
Material still has to be edited, and upon my return I learned that my
proposal of a cover showing Stonehenge as chess pieces is not going
to "fly" for this book.
I am dreaming up the book that should follow Insufficient Mating
Material. The logical choice for the next Great Djinn to fall in love
and live happily ever after ought to be Rhett. He's the elegant,
calculating, slightly anachronistic swordsman, inspired more by Adam
Adamant than any of George Lucas's knights.
Does anyone else remember Adam Adamant? I always thought Adam
Adamant was more interesting than, say, The Avengers because he had
the Rip Van Winkle (or do I mean Ichabod Crane?) element. I can
still remember the words of the Adam Adamant theme song! Actually, I
can recall most song lyrics, so that is not remarkable.
However, if Rhett is too sharklike to fall in love, I may need to
research a much younger, alternate hero for the next book, which
means that the nasty young princes I introduced in FORCED MATE are
going to have to grow up!
Imagine turning either Prince Beavis or Prince Butthead-- not their
names, but that's a convenient shorthand-- into a romantic interest!