WE’RE FUNDED!
As of about 20 minutes ago, the campaign to crowdfund Aim For The Heart: Queer Fanworks Inspired by Alexandre Dumas’s “The Three Musketeers” has hit it’s funding goal, which means we are GO for publication and merch production and the whole ten yards. We’ll keep posting these updates and see if we can’t hit our first stretch goal – at $12,000, we’ll be able to give our contributors a raise, and all backers will receive the cover as a print-suitable image file!
We are so so excited that we’ll be able to bring this collection to print life, and we couldn’t have done it without y’all. Thank you backers, and thank you signal boosters!
The campaign has another week left, so it’s not too late to check it out and help us reach our stretch goal! Come on over and check it out!
The Inseparables by D. A. Hernández
About the Author: AKA Mitch, an author who works as a teacher, reads fanfiction compulsively, tells anyone who will listen about their weird dreams, takes long naps, and once in a while manages to write a story or two. You can find another of their stories in the Duck Prints Press anthology She Wears the Midnight Crown.
Mitch’s playlist includes metal, pop, electronic, bluegrass, reggaeton, and cumbia.
Link: Twitter
Story Teaser:
Suddenly he heard his own voice singing a familiar melody.
Anoche me besaste en la playa
la luz de luna iluminaba tu cara
The opening phrases of “Solo Dos Bros.” Alone in his bedroom, in the dark of night, he let himself listen to it like it was someone else’s song. A young man’s voice mixing with Athos’s deep timbre, slow, sexy, and nostalgic. It really was a very good song.
He couldn’t help the memory that came: Athos rolling a joint on his sofa, the faint glow of the streetlight illuminating his elegant profile, messy dreads, regal nose, and chiseled jaw. Despite his casual clothes, he had a classic look to him, like a painting in a museum.
As he watched Athos’s clever fingers rolling the joint, D. Art gave words to a melody he’d been rolling around in his head that night. Athos looked up, joint already on his lips, one of his rare, big smiles stretching them, radiating a joy that lit up the dark room.