I’m a big fan of second chances. Mostly because—as often happens even with the best of folks—I screwed the pooch the first time around. Royally. I won’t go so far as to say that the Barenaked Ladies’ “Next Time” is my spirit animal, but it’s definitely in the ballpark. So I’ve jumped on second chances when they come, as they come. Sometimes I should have waited for the third boat, but it’s been an interesting ride.
Hello, Cara Sutra—thanks for having me here today! I’m so glad for the opportunity. My name is Willa Okati, and I’ve been writing LGBT romantic erotica, novels and novellas and short stories, for over ten years now. I enjoy working with all genres from comedy to fantasy to contemporary, but polyamory has always been one of my favorites.
Some might have said that Robbie was a simple man, but that wasn’t quite the case.
He led a simple life, to be sure. No frills. He learned early on that what he knew about stealing cars he could put to use in fixing them instead, and he put his all into providing for the brothers he mostly raised by himself. He’d never minded grease under his fingernails, and the cracks on his palms and knuckles that came from hard work didn’t seem so bad—
A few weeks ago, I started my day the same way I always do. Stumble out of bed, make coffee while attempting to interpret the notes I scribbled down before falling asleep the night before (depending on how drowsy I was it’ll look either like a drunken chicken dance or an LSD spiderweb). Take coffee outside to the section of sidewalk I call my porch and drink deep of the nectar of life until I feel semi-human. Repeat as necessary.
One of my favorite approaches to a story is to look at it and ask how I can deepen the conflict, or up the stakes, or throw a curveball into the mix. Cade is a wild sort of fellow. No filters, no inhibitions, no excuses--but on the other hand, he's tenacious when he gets an idea into his head, and it often gets him into serious trouble. He knows he's flawed. He doesn't know he has virtues, too. He needs someone who'll be his equal, but who can also appreciate his approach to life. That man is Dennis, who takes no nonsense and is aware of his own quirks, but has a somewhat more balanced viewpoint. Being blind has nothing to do with how clearly he can see the world.
It’s four a.m., Willa. Do you know where your characters are?
(This is how I entertain myself before the first cup of coffee kicks in.)
Sometimes, those who haven’t gotten to know him well yet would likely put money on Cade being the kind of guy who’s curled up under the blankets like a pillbug with lockjaw in all four limbs. Not coming out before daylight at the earliest. Nope. And if anyone wants to wake him up, they’d better come prepared with a mug in one hand and a Pop-Tart in the other. Now that he’s found his soulmate, that’s a job best left to Dennis.
• Dean and Castiel, Supernatural. How you define their relationship may be up to interpretation, but there's a powerful connection between hunter and wayward angel. They'd fight for one another. They have gone to hell and back for one another. No greater love has any man, right?
You have upwards of forty tattoos, so can you tell us about any of them?
Each one means something. The coffee cup on my left arm is in honour of my One True Love. The Celtic Knot cat over my heart represents freedom and creativity. The Latin text scrolling across my shoulders is a reminder to never give in to fear. Each one is significant, and was inked before or after a life event…