Thank you, dear (hug) It's definitely very helpful.

At the moment I'm making life changes while waiting for beta readers to do what beta readers do. I'm tired of not writing, and the backlog in my head is getting excruciating.

Not yet. It's going to be the first of them that is available in book form. I'm involved in an extensive polish with some missing bits put in and some awkward bits sanded smooth. Nothing is really going to change drastically, but there will be additional evil now and then.

It really does need to be available in bathtub-friendly format, doesn't it?

Well, I'm quite sure I left you an eloquent, largely off-topic ramble in reply, and it may in fact still be here, except hidden by the usual DA fail. Thank you for your kind words, dear. I have no intention of stopping or being stopped.

I'm chopping through a grasping horde of hands that want to stop me right now. Responses like yours are why I keep swinging.

The key that opened Deathstyle was reading a book called "Prayer Warriors" (I may be slightly off about that title) years ago when I briefly led a GLBT reading group. It was about a young man who came out and whose fundamentalist family did kind of a detonation-chain letter, enlisting everyone they knew to write him and try to persuade him to re-closet himself, and to enlist everyone THEY knew to do the same. Last I heard the poor dear was STILL getting disgusting, slackjawed-moron mail. They were quite fond of strike-through of the word "lifestyle" (as if we like that word anyway) and writing "deathstyle" instead, and I thought, my, what a name for a queer goth band. So, thanks, fundy imbeciles, for the porn. I hope you sinners enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed making it.

If you've yet to see Velvet Goldmine (I didn't, for the record, until after Deathstyle) it is to David Bowie and Iggy Pop what Deathstyle is to Marilyn Manson. Highly recommended.