…over at Rian Durant’s blog today, and we’re all talking about why we contributed to the anthology. What anthology? Well, A Summer’s Day, in which I’m once more rubbing shoulders with the annoyingly talented Charlie Cochrane, among others, is a very timely celebration of all things Shakespearian – with a queer twist we feel certain the bard himself might have approved of! 😉
Even better, it’s for charity – all proceeds go to the It Gets Better Project™.
My story, Nothing Like the Sun, is based on Sonnet 130:
My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips’ red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask’d, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.
Blurb for Nothing Like the Sun: Hollywood darling Jerome Winter always defined himself by his looks—until a fire destroyed them. His oldest friend and still-loyal manager, Sam, has long carried a torch for him, but with his looks—and earning power—gone, what does Jerome have left to offer?