Rainbow Snippets is a group for LGBTQIA authors, readers, and bloggers to gather once a week to share six sentences from a work of fiction–a WIP or a finished work or even a 6-sentence book recommendation (no spoilers please!).
In this group, you’ll find anything from romance and historical fiction to mystery and YA. The common thread is that every story’s main character identifies as LGBTQIA. The snippets could range from zero flames to full-on sexytimes; anything goes content-wise. The only rule is snippets will be six sentences long–one for each color in the Pride flag.”
Welcome to another Saturday filled with Rainbow Snippets!
The link below will take you to the public Facebook group where you find both new and established authors posting bits from their WIPs and new releases:
I just realized that my last rainbow snippet back in May, was when I started working on this completed story. What I had begun as The Red Square, has turned into The Palette – A Lifetime, a short novella that has been released in Beaten Track Publishing‘s newest anthology – Never Too Late. The anthology is a collection of nine stories featuring characters over the age of fifty – stories of travel, finding your purpose, of friendships past and present, and of love. Never Too Late brings you to a world where gender sees no borders, where the only way you’re identified is by the goodness of your heart.
The Palette – A Lifetime is unique in that the story is an interview. As celebrated artist James Brash finally ties the knot, he looks back on his and husband Roy’s fifty-year relationship, as told through The Palette – a rainbow-themed collection of James’s art.
I walked along the line of paintings that had been staged around the backyard by my daughter-in-law, Ruth, and smiled. As of two hours ago, after I’d said “I do,” I was officially part of the family. Even before that, Ruth had worked diligently to get my retrospective pulled together.
The Palette: a rainbow of life—told through the art of James Brash had been planned to include a final painting of that life, and it would be revealed at the reception, which had just begun. The guests milled about with programs in their hands; ice jingled in glasses as they stopped at each easel, while I stood there wondering if the final painting was ready.
Ruth jiggled her baby boy in her arm, the stack of programs clutched to his chest.