I’m going to start this post with a confession. More than one confession.

Hello, my name is Sue, and…

When I used to go to church I found the sermons were the best times for working out plot issues or thinking of inspiration for a new story. It’s that empty space time.

When I go to a gig I hear a great lyric and my brain goes off into another world, thinking of a story. I’m sure the band were excellent. I just wasn’t listening.

When I watch a movie…

You get the idea. I don’t concentrate on anything for very long. Is this a common problem for authors? Do we spend our life living in our own world? Are artists and musicians the same? I notice it most when I talk to my lovely daughter. She’s a movie/TV nerd. She can tell you the plot, the sub-plots, the names of the characters, the actors, what else they’ve been in. I’m lucky if I get past the opening credits.

Some people are very visual. For them a picture paints a thousand words, or seventy thousand. For me it’s lyrics or a line in a show.

Here are a few ideas that have set me on a path to a book.

• The lyrics to Nothing Ever Happens by Del Amitri
• A joke by a British comedian (can’t remember his name) which involved the line “The sky is dead.”
• Morning Report from the Lion King. My morning report is kinkier.
• Ghosts by Japan. Bonus points for anyone who works out the book.

Sue’s bio:

Sue Brown is owned by her dog and two children. When she isn’t following their orders, she can be found plotting at her laptop. In fact she hides so she can plot and has got expert at ignoring the orders.

Sue discovered M/M erotica at the time she woke up to find two men kissing on her favorite television series. The series was boring; the kissing was not. She may be late to the party, but she’s made up for it sice, writing fan fiction until she was brave enough to venture out into the world of original fiction.

Sue’s internet links

https://www.facebook.com/suebrownstories?fref=ts

https://twitter.com/suebrownstories

mailto:suebrown.stories@gmail.com

http://suebrownsstories.blogspot.co.uk

Ed & Marchant

Ed Winters despises his job and htes everyone he works with—esp

Ed Winters despises his job and hates everyone he works with—especially out and proud, happily in love Frankie Mason. He spends his days wishing he could dance, rather than work.

Late to go shopping one day, Ed ends up soaked in Marchant Belarus’s spilled Coke. Ed’s humiliation increases when Marchant, the owner of a BDSM club, realizes Ed is a sub, albeit a very closeted one. Marchant’s attempts to draw Ed out of his shell release years of pent-up anger and hurt over the abuse Ed’s mother and grandmother heaped on him.

Marchant is patient, but nothing he does seems to help until he discovers Ed’s secret love of dancing—a forbidden passion that might be the key to unlocking the confident, secure man Ed could be.