Interviewed by Jamie Lake
Bey Deckard is new on the scene of writing. His first novel Caged is holding the attention of many of its readers, keeping the pages turning. Readers are eagerly awaiting whatever he has planned next!
—Jamie Lake, author of the The Trainer as well as Boyfriend for Rent.
JL: What started your interest in writing m/m fiction?
BD: My interest in writing fiction came first. I sat down and wrote a few chapters of something with the intention of simply describing a romantic/sexual relationship to see if I could make a story out of it. The fact that the two central protagonists were male wasn’t something that had really occurred to me until someone (who had read it) referred to it as homoerotic.
Read the whole interview at Jamie Lake's blog
Who me?
I'm ridiculously bad at talking about myself. I am. Always have been. I'm much better at sculpting a conversation... turning it into an interesting discussion on philosophy, religion, art, or science.
I am also good at making people talk about themselves. I'm a good listener. I keep secrets. I give brutally honest advice.
But about me? I feel like there's not much to say. I'm just... me. I do my things.
Was talking to an old friend yesterday who happens to be a writer. They asked me about my writing. Cue my scrabbling to find the right words to explain just the gist.
I look like I'm in pain when I'm trying to explain what I do and quickly manage to shift the conversation to another topic.
Phew.
Am I embarrassed by what I write? Not at all. I think it's great. I just don't have the language to talk about it.
Writing is an intensely personal thing, more so than painting ever was... and I need to learn to write about writing.
Baltsaros and Jon
Baal’s Heart
Today I decided to put together a little site as a companion to my books. Just for fun.
I hope you enjoy!
My Head
People always want to get inside my head. Women more than men, but they both say the same sorts of things:
"What's going on in your head?"
"I want to see what you see."
"Can I take a look inside your brain."
"Give me a look into your mind..."
Went out the other night with friends to pub quiz. Got asked a variation of the above by a slightly-drunken S.
B: Why does everyone want to see inside my head?
S: Because! I need to know...
M: Ohhh that's not a great idea. First off there are far too many walls in there. Then, if you do manage to get in, you'll never make it out alive. You'll stay trapped in there. Forever.
I like my friends.
My head is in a slightly weird place these days. I was planning on continuing with Sword but Stripped, the third book of the Baal's Heart trilogy, wouldn't let me go so I started writing that instead. I'm about a chapter in and so far so good. However, the weather's been fucking with my sinuses again so I've got a headache half the time which sucks.
It took me 82 days to write Caged. Sacrificed took me 173 days to write. I wonder how long Stripped will take me? When I wrote Caged, it was the only thing I was working on. I had two other projects on the go during the time I was writing Sacrificed. This time around... oh I have too many projects competing in my head. I should really focus on one thing at a time.
I am
A liminal space where pain courts fear, and pleasure flirts with madness.
I am nothing.
I am yours.
Whittled down to a single need, I feel what you want me to feel.
I am lost.
I am found.
The Tin Man’s Puzzle
This is how it works:
First I hurt you.
I find all your cracks and pull you to pieces; I unmake you.
I leave you a sobbing mess on the soft bed when I'm finished with you.
Skin wet. Heart slows.
Eyes gentled. Hands gentler still.
Now let me put you back together.
All your little puzzle pieces. The corners and edges and all the ones that look identical but that I know are as different as the sun and the moon.
Breathe. I have you. You did so well.
I am proud of you.
Are you ready? It's your turn to hurt me.
Only you have the key to open the tin man's chest and pull out what's inside.
Locke
Got my copy of Locke in the mail the other day. Great fucking movie.
