Sunday, April 26, 2020

When Did Fat Become the Worst Thing You Could Be?

All of us are stressed. No one knows what to do with themselves in the time of Quarantine. I’ve seen the social media posts about all the baking, what people are binge watching, and the struggles as well. There’s also the negativity. One of my issues I’ve noticed is the fat-phobic posts and comments.
It’s played off as a joke. A lighthearted meme or post. To fat people this isn’t a joke. When did it become a sin to be one of us? People might be thinking why I decided to write this post. For the people who read me, they know I’m body and fat positive in real life and in my stories.
Every body is worthy of love and respect. Bodies whatever their size aren’t the fodder for punchlines.

Thursday, April 2, 2020

Publishing Announcement for Blood Reigns

This is an announcement I've been dreading and I regret to inform you of an announcement on my publishing schedule. Not just for the book I had due out next week, but for the upcoming months.

Due to issues with illness and life, I unfortunately had no choice but to cancel the release of Blood Reigns (Yuri Sorenson Book 2). At this time I am unable to put out a book that I can be proud of. With the current climate and high stress I have been forcing the creation of the book. Being able to publish it and have it stand up to the pride I took in the first book is impossible at this time.

When it comes to the stories I write, I need my readers to connect with the characters I create and even I am having a hard time doing so. The story is forced in areas and if I can tell, my long term readers would definitely be able to notice. I can't do that.

So, over the next few weeks or so, I need to focus on my physical and mental health. Stress and severe depression has taken its toll on my immune system.

This decision was not made without punishment. Due to cancelling the preorder I have been barred from scheduling one through Amazon for the next year. I will send them an email and explain the situation but doubt that they will reverse the decision.

All preorders in all markets should be cancelled, Amazon will be sending out an email and won't be charging you for the preorder. If you purchased the title through Kobo or Barnes & Noble, please contact them for a refund if you are charged in error.

I deeply regret this decision and know that I've disappointed readers who've looked forward to catching up with Yuri and Josh. This was the best decision for myself and readers as the story I've written is sub-par and nowhere near ready for release.


J.M. Dabney

Tuesday, March 3, 2020

When Your Family Hates You, but Loves You for Your Lie

I don’t specifically talk about my politics. I vote. I study. I make informed decisions. As an author it’s quite common to be told not to be political. Just write and shut up. Politics and religion are a downer. But in the political climate and the crescendo of panic building to the next election there’s something that bothers me more than anything.
My family hates me. Well, maybe not in the sense of personal hate, but everything about me. And that’s what I wanted to write this post about. I have a few members of my family on my social media accounts. I usually snooze them, so I don’t see the hatefulness they have for me.

Tuesday, February 4, 2020

Featured Author - Frey Ortega

Frey Ortega is here today with their new release Lovelocked a romantic comedy. Definitely check this one out if you haven't yet.

LOVELOCKED, the first book in the Elysian Heights series by Frey Ortega, is NOW LIVE and available on Kindle Unlimited! 
Madison Wyler is a lust demon who’s in over his head as a relationship and sex columnist. Having been stuck in a rut for what seems to be forever, his sister gives him the idea to freshen up by doing what he does best: seducing a man to have sex with him. He meets Nolan Cook, a human male who intrigues him, and he finds his so-called prey for the night.

Thursday, January 16, 2020

#COVERREVEAL Blood Reigns (A Yuri Sorenson Mystery #2)

Cover Reveal & Preorder Announcement

Blood Reigns
(A Yuri Sorenson Mystery #2)
J.M. Dabney

Genre - Gay Mystery & Suspense/Gay Fiction
Publisher - Hostile Whispers Press, LLC
Length - Novel (50k+)
Release Date - March 17th, 2020
Cover Model - Kevin R. Davis
Cover Photographer - Golden Czermak (FuriousFotog)
Cover Designer - Hostile Whispers Designs

Blurb - 

Nothing ever unsettled P.I. Yuri Sorenson. As a former federal agent, he'd thought he'd seen it all. That was until a new client sashayed into his office and asked him to find her missing husband. Missing person cases weren't usually his thing, but when he learned it was her fourth husband to disappear, his curiosity took over.

He didn't know if he was searching for a body or just a wealthy man trying to escape a marriage he didn't want. When his search took him from underground BDSM clubs to the echelon of the city's high society, he didn't know who to trust or believe.

Finding out the truth wouldn't be as easy as he'd first thought and wondered if the consequences were worth the risk to his most prized possession—Josh?

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Author Info and Stalker Links

J.M. Dabney is a body positive/diverse multi-genre author who writes mainly LGBT romance and fiction. They live with a constant diverse cast of characters in their head. No matter their size, shape, race, etc. they live for one purpose alone, and that’s to make sure they do them justice and give them the happily ever after they deserve. J.M. is dysfunction at its finest and they makes sure their characters are a beautiful kaleidoscope of crazy. There is nothing more they want from telling their stories than to show that no matter the package the characters come in or the damage their pasts have done, that love is love. That normal is never normal and sometimes the so-called broken can still be amazing.

Stalker Links

Saturday, January 11, 2020

Don't Use Me as an Example: A Short Essay

Although, I’ve done this publishing thing a time or two, but I’ll tell everyone, or anyone who asks don’t use me as an example for this writing game. Everyone has their process—what works for them. I’ve told the story before, but it bears repeating, when I was eight I wrote the worst poem in literary history, but my love of writing formed. My mother wanted me to grow up to be an investigative journalist. We both quickly realized I wasn’t diplomatic enough for it. Although she was sure she’d see me on TV one day she just hoped it wasn’t in handcuffs. My Evil One aka Mommie Dearest aka Lifegiver always had the sweetest opinion of my personality.

But I digress. I grew up loving the written word, the way authors compose these perfectly imperfect symphonies of words, sentences, and paragraphs. Authors who paint mentally picturesque landscapes for us to disappear into. I’ve written before that I jotted down short stories in my notebooks with the dream of publishing a story someday. Anne Rice, Stephen King, Dean Koontz, Patterson, I wanted to see my name on the cover of a book gracing the shelves of a bookstore. My dad’s parents were voracious readers and I spent weekends at their house growing up. Every night it became a habit to curl up before going to sleep and read. I read everything from pulp detective novels to true crime serial killers. I was way too young for those types of stories, but my love of reading wasn’t stilted because of that.

Saturday, January 4, 2020

Romance Body Positivity and Diversity in 2020: a Short Essay

Let me back up a few years and tell you where it all started, I came out as lesbian later in life. I lived with my internalized homophobia. I lived with these words in my head it’s good for everyone else but that’s just not me. While I choked on my jealousy of others being out and proud. I self-destructed on whatever drugs I could make disappear up my nose or however much alcohol I could get down until I reached the bliss of blackouts. I make no apologies for the past. I can’t change what I’ve done; all I can do is accept it and pledge to myself to do better.

For decades of my life I was too fat, too depressed, too manic or whatever the fuck the weekly stigma was to elicit self-loathing. I wrote my dreams on the lined pages of well-worn notebooks. Swearing to myself that I’d never share the stories I hid. Then one day I started posting them anonymously online. Saving myself from the inevitable trolling that the internet is famous for.