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Am delighted to be a guest today at Guys like Romance Too, thinking about werewolves and weresloths and my take on them.
Nice review for Lashings of Sauce
Apr. 21st, 2013 03:15 pmOver at Hearts on Fire.
Sollicito by Charlie Cochrane (rated 4) is were-sloth. WERE-SLOTH!! Told in first person by said sloth, I wanted more more more of this. A full length story and give us all the details, hairy knuckles and swinging from the lamppost and all. :)
Sollicito by Charlie Cochrane (rated 4) is were-sloth. WERE-SLOTH!! Told in first person by said sloth, I wanted more more more of this. A full length story and give us all the details, hairy knuckles and swinging from the lamppost and all. :)
Birthday weresloths
Jan. 31st, 2013 03:06 pmNot their birthdays. Sloths written for the birthday of a lovely pal from across the Atlantic. And Richie Gray, just cos he gets a mention in the story. (And if you've not come across these lads before, you can read their debut in Lashings of Sauce.)
“Irish! Irish! Irish!”
As a chant goes, it has the advantage of being easy to learn. Although, for this match, this wonderfully ear-splitting match, it was too easy to confuse with the opposition call of “Tigers! Tigers! Tigers!”
Still, the guys out on the field wouldn’t be bothered, when they’re focussed on trying to beat the crap out of each other in the name of winning another Premiership match.
Nice to see Irish ahead for once, even though we do have a habit of giving it away during the second half. I thought we were going to get a try, almost on the stroke of half time, but it got lost forward then the referee—Barnesey, who’s at least easier on the eye than most of the breed—blew and I could have a good stretch. ( Read more... )
“Irish! Irish! Irish!”
As a chant goes, it has the advantage of being easy to learn. Although, for this match, this wonderfully ear-splitting match, it was too easy to confuse with the opposition call of “Tigers! Tigers! Tigers!”
Still, the guys out on the field wouldn’t be bothered, when they’re focussed on trying to beat the crap out of each other in the name of winning another Premiership match.
Nice to see Irish ahead for once, even though we do have a habit of giving it away during the second half. I thought we were going to get a try, almost on the stroke of half time, but it got lost forward then the referee—Barnesey, who’s at least easier on the eye than most of the breed—blew and I could have a good stretch. ( Read more... )
Write ups and reviews
Sep. 19th, 2012 04:25 pmLashings of Sauce is getting corking review left right and centre, including at Rarely dusty Books. They said of Sollicito . It’s the narrating voice that made reading this story an unforgettable experience..
Another inspiring piccy. Rare I take a picture which really looks good, but here's one:
Another inspiring piccy. Rare I take a picture which really looks good, but here's one:
Lashings of Sauce e-book out
Jul. 22nd, 2012 02:58 pmwith the print to follow on July 31st. And guess what's even better? It's at a 20% discount for a limited time!.
From marriages to reunions, via practical jokes and football matches, to weresloths and possibly the oddest Tarts and Vicars party in the world, join us as we celebrate the 2012 UK Meet in the best way we know: telling the story.
Contributors include: Tam Ames, Becky Black, Anne Brooke, Charlie Cochrane, Rebecca Cohen, Lillian Francis, Elin Gregory, Clare London, Sandra Lindsey, JL Merrow, Emily Moreton, Josephine Myles, Zahra Owens, Jordan Castillo Price, Elyan Smith and Robbie Whyte.
This anthology is a souvenir of the 2012 UK Meet, an occasion for GLBTQ supporters to get together in a relaxed setting to celebrate and chat about the fiction community they love. Funds from the sale of this anthology will go towards future UK Meets, to which all are welcome.
From marriages to reunions, via practical jokes and football matches, to weresloths and possibly the oddest Tarts and Vicars party in the world, join us as we celebrate the 2012 UK Meet in the best way we know: telling the story.
Contributors include: Tam Ames, Becky Black, Anne Brooke, Charlie Cochrane, Rebecca Cohen, Lillian Francis, Elin Gregory, Clare London, Sandra Lindsey, JL Merrow, Emily Moreton, Josephine Myles, Zahra Owens, Jordan Castillo Price, Elyan Smith and Robbie Whyte.
This anthology is a souvenir of the 2012 UK Meet, an occasion for GLBTQ supporters to get together in a relaxed setting to celebrate and chat about the fiction community they love. Funds from the sale of this anthology will go towards future UK Meets, to which all are welcome.
Lashings of Sauce out 22nd July
Jun. 19th, 2012 01:48 pmJuly is shaping up to be an exciting month chez Cochrane. Not only Lessons for Survivors out, but the Lashings of Sauce anthology, too. Take a look at this list of authors: Tam Ames, Becky Black, Anne Brooke, Charlie Cochrane, Rebecca Cohen, Lillian Francis, Elin Gregory, Clare London, Sandra Lindsey, JL Merrow, Emily Moreton, Josephine Myles, Zahra Owens, Jordan Castillo Price, Elyan Smith and Robbie Whyte.
We Brits love our sauce, whether it's what we lash on our food, read on our seaside postcards, or write in our stories. Come and enjoy a buffet of tasty LGBTQ treats!
From marriages to reunions, via practical jokes and football matches, to weresloths and possibly the oddest Tarts and Vicars party in the world, join us as we celebrate the UK Meet in the best way we know: telling the story.
My story, Sollicito, is...um...unique.
Excerpt:
I’m not yet worried enough to go looking in the lonely hearts ads. Okay, I do read them, but that’s like looking in the baker’s window. You’re not necessarily going to go in and scoff all the cakes, are you? Anyway, every twenty-something bloke in the newspaper seems to be looking for sixty-something guys so I’m too young by...by plenty.
I haven’t got a face like a mandrill’s arse, I’m house trained, I’ve got a good job and I definitely come in the “Good sense of humour” category. So why haven’t I got some guy hanging off my arm?
It’s the hair. And the teeth. Not that I’m bald, or have a bad nineteen eighties’ perm. Not even dentures. It’s just that I’m a shapeshifter.
The bloody cinema has a lot to answer for, in terms of getting our image skewed; you might think it’s really glamorous, turning into a wild animal, but the truth’s a lot more prosaic. Think about it—how can it be any fun when you’ve met this really cute bloke and you’re just at the “standing outside the bar, dangling your umbrella and wondering if he’s going to say, ‘Your place or mine?’ stage,” and you realise you’re about to start sprouting hair from unlikely places. The only thing you can do is make your excuses and leave.
Now, it mightn’t be so bad if I was a lycanthrope, because there’s something dead sexy about a wolf, but I’m not. They’re ten a penny, frankly, while there are apparently only two of us known of in the whole of Europe and barely a dozen worldwide. Somebody explained it to me once; it’s about genetics. As I said, Lycanthropes are sexy and they have no problem reproducing themselves—especially the night of the full moon when they’re at it like dogs in heat. Which they would be.
It’s not as simple for us. You need to carry both recessive genes and the correct markers on other chromosomes to become a were-sloth. See, I told you my problems are worse than yours, and when you stop laughing you might understand.
We Brits love our sauce, whether it's what we lash on our food, read on our seaside postcards, or write in our stories. Come and enjoy a buffet of tasty LGBTQ treats!
From marriages to reunions, via practical jokes and football matches, to weresloths and possibly the oddest Tarts and Vicars party in the world, join us as we celebrate the UK Meet in the best way we know: telling the story.
My story, Sollicito, is...um...unique.
Excerpt:
I’m not yet worried enough to go looking in the lonely hearts ads. Okay, I do read them, but that’s like looking in the baker’s window. You’re not necessarily going to go in and scoff all the cakes, are you? Anyway, every twenty-something bloke in the newspaper seems to be looking for sixty-something guys so I’m too young by...by plenty.
I haven’t got a face like a mandrill’s arse, I’m house trained, I’ve got a good job and I definitely come in the “Good sense of humour” category. So why haven’t I got some guy hanging off my arm?
It’s the hair. And the teeth. Not that I’m bald, or have a bad nineteen eighties’ perm. Not even dentures. It’s just that I’m a shapeshifter.
The bloody cinema has a lot to answer for, in terms of getting our image skewed; you might think it’s really glamorous, turning into a wild animal, but the truth’s a lot more prosaic. Think about it—how can it be any fun when you’ve met this really cute bloke and you’re just at the “standing outside the bar, dangling your umbrella and wondering if he’s going to say, ‘Your place or mine?’ stage,” and you realise you’re about to start sprouting hair from unlikely places. The only thing you can do is make your excuses and leave.
Now, it mightn’t be so bad if I was a lycanthrope, because there’s something dead sexy about a wolf, but I’m not. They’re ten a penny, frankly, while there are apparently only two of us known of in the whole of Europe and barely a dozen worldwide. Somebody explained it to me once; it’s about genetics. As I said, Lycanthropes are sexy and they have no problem reproducing themselves—especially the night of the full moon when they’re at it like dogs in heat. Which they would be.
It’s not as simple for us. You need to carry both recessive genes and the correct markers on other chromosomes to become a were-sloth. See, I told you my problems are worse than yours, and when you stop laughing you might understand.
