Get to Know P.D. Singer

February 3, 2015

DSP: Give us some inside information about the leads in your new book, A New Man.

PD: Our MCs are a couple of students at the University of Colorado, sharing an apartment. Warren’s a grad student in an organic chemistry lab, who has a silent crush on his roommate. He’s not about to make a pass at Chad, who seems straight, but he can wish. Chad’s friendzoned every girl he’s dated, and there is that inevitable question… What if?

Chad’s also a scientific type, so—get some data. With Warren. Oh yeah, there are some curled toes, but some problems to go with it, which the poor guys will spend the rest of the book resolving.

I had some fun with intelligent, athletic, and sweet Chad. Cue Halestorm’s “Mz. Hyde.” Or Mr. Hyde, in this case. Muwhhaahaaah…. Oh, sorry. I got carried away there.

Chad traded skin-tight Speedos and competitive swimming for padded suits and a (insert phallic euphemism here). Oh, get your minds out of the gutter. He’s on the fencing team! Warren has a five year plan, and a ten year plan, and give him a calculator and a half-hour and he’ll solve your biggest problem. Just don’t get in his way or attempt to push around folks he cares about. Need help with homework? He’s your best friend. Hurt his loved one? Moving to another state might be a good idea.

Did I mention the rats? Oh, yes, there are rats! And not just the ones in the Terry Prachett book that Chad adores. Warren’s best buddy Gabrielle has a whole lab full, so cute with white fur and pink toes. Wait! Where’d Warren go? Warren, come back here. You dropped your chemistry journal! I promise you don’t have to hold a rat. Much.

DSP: What is the most challenging thing about writing gay romance for you?

PD: When I think of two characters who’d be perfect for each other, it seems like they’re looking at me saying, “Hey, lady! Just get out of our way and let us be in love!” I want them to be happy, so my first inclination is to go directly to the HEA.

Everyone’s pleased, right? No!

They’re humping like bunnies and we have no story. I have this here plot they’re supposed to star in.

So I have to remind myself they aren’t perfect for each other yet, and then I torture them make them work twice as hard for their happiness.

DSP: What are some of your writing inspirations?

One of my local libraries has a rotating display, where they set out a number of books on a theme. It could be fiction or non-fiction. My challenge to myself is to check out the book in the lower left corner, no matter what it is, just to keep my horizons stretched. I’ve found some great reads, some mehs, some DNFs, and a couple of plot bunnies.  The Rare Event was spawned from one challenge book. Another provided medical insight for the character that became Chad in A New Man.

There are also bit and pieces of my own adventures mixed into the stew. Allan’s fall on the ski slopes (Fall Down the Mountain) was, alas, my own tumble. The prototypes for Kurt, Jake, and their tanker (Fire on the Mountain, etc) found my Cub Scouts while on a camping trip, and yes, we danced in the spray from the fire truck’s hose—only not with shirtless rangers. Warren would have fit right into the chemistry lab where I worked as an undergrad (although I probably had more explosions).

DSP: Do you have characters from your writing that haunt you?

Once I’ve told their stories completely, my characters tend to leave me alone. If someone is unquiet in my head, they have further adventures that I will have to write, sooner or later. Davis from The Rare Event is one such, though I don’t know what his story will be yet. Jake and Kurt make themselves known periodically, which fits with the partial stories on the hard drive.

DSP: Your profile says you measure your cats by the pound. Why? How many cats in thirty pounds?

Two, if they’re behemoths like mine. I used to have thirty-five pounds of cats, but Old Man Cat is getting skinnier with age. He’s almost eighteen. I’ve measured them by weight ever since both of them sat on my lap at the same time and squished me with love.


P.D. Singer lives in Colorado with her slightly bemused husband, two rowdy teenage boys, and thirty pounds of cats, all of whom approach carefully when she’s in a writing frenzy. She’s a big believer in research, first-hand if possible, so the reader can be quite certain P.D. has skied down a mountain face-first, been stepped on by rodeo horses, acquired a potato burn or two, and will never, ever, write a novel that includes sky-diving.

When not writing, playing her fiddle, or skiing, she can be found with a book in hand. Her husband blesses the advent of ebooks — they’re staving off the day the house collapses from the weight of the printed page.

Find P.D. on Twitter, Facebook, Facebook author page, her blog, and Goodreads

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