I'm here, I'm queer, and I write gay male romance. I'm not going away anytime soon, so everyone should just read my wacky stories, stroke my ego, and stay on my good side. Wait, don't run away... I was just starting up here! S.A. Garcia started writing gay male romance thirty-eight years ago. Her writing remained a secret lest her friends thought her a freak. Writing about men inserting tab A into slot B didn’t seem the norm for a suburban female teenager. Reading Gordon Merrick, John Rechy, and Larry Kramer helped her fill in the serious informational gaps. She read those books in her bedroom. As the years progressed, S.A. still wrote gay male romance, although the stories progressed from lurking in notebooks to hiding on the computer. She wrote fantasies, contemporaries, horror, gothic male bodice rippers— her muse Diva Faboo seemed ready for anything. S.A. never thought any publisher would publish her novels. Now she’s glad she kept the writing faith. When one novel made it onto a few top ten lists, S.A. kicked aside her doubt. S.A.’s slow, two-fingered typing skills— she never listened when her mother urged her to take a typing class— hinder writing the many stories lurking in her imagination. Oh, and the full time job is also an annoyance. She accepts the silly challenge and blunders onward into more trauma, drama, and humor. Above all, S.A. wants to keep up with sexy men who insist on running off with the plots. Chasing them keeps her mentally active. When not obsessing over how to describe romantic encounters, S.A. enjoys cooking for her beloved of thirty years. Prof Sandy endures the experiments with grace. Yes, this is a two Sandy household. Gardening, traveling, arguing politics, and teaching the house bunnies new tricks provide more fun. Unfortunately the bunnies refuse to answer e-mails. You can find out more about S.A. at her blog (http://oscarsbruisedpetals.blogspot.com/) and website (http://sa-garcia.macmate.me/S.A_Garcias_World_of_Words/S.A._Garcias_World_of_Words.html).