Three scheduled posts have gone missing, and I know I saved ‘em, because I previewed ‘em and fixed little quirks here and there and saved ‘em again. Needless to say, Louise’s article was the first of them. You see it? You won’t, because I don’t. Grrrr. I should have been more diligent about checking in.
Fixing.
>:( #@&W&*!!!1!

I swear Twitter is evil. I spend more time twittering than I do writing posts for my various blogs and writing in general. I really do need to rectify that, don’t I? Well, if nothing else, follow me (check the sidebar) and you’ll know what’s going on at any given time in the day. Usually.
Now, I’ve got some things coming up that I thought I’d tease you with. First off, Louise Bohmer has graciously taken the time from her crazy schedule of editing and promoting her novel, The Black Act, …

Damien Walter has created an amazing little event over on Facebook, and I really do wish I’d heard of it earlier, I’d have been promoting it far sooner! I have joined, and have sent invites out for others to join as well. And yes, I did add a link to New Bedlam on the event site.
Support Our ‘Zines Dayby Damien G. Walter
SUPPORT OUR ‘ZINES DAY – OCTOBER 1st 2009
What are ‘zines?
The short answer is that ‘zines are where we go to find good, new short fiction. Magazines …

The last Friday of every month, I’ll be posting a new Writersphere. I may or may not add another posting during a month, depending on whether or not there is a lot of news to relate.
This week:
The Funky Werepig returns from Horrorfind with someone else’s shoes and what might be damning evidence to dispose of. Or at least, a handful of funny-ha-has and giggles to be shared during the show. Stop by, call in and give Baloo’s butt a pinch from me. This week’s special guests are friends from Liquid …

The girls were in the living room watching the end of something while I was in the kitchen, prepping the sweets for my cousin’s baby shower tomorrow evening. I was trying not to pay attention to them. Seriously, they get on my nerves something awful when they’re nitpicking and annoying each other. This time it was over the damn cats. It seems Care was pestering Rhia’s cat, Soda. He’s a huge orange tabby neuter with the smarts of a semi-conscious, brain-damaged flea.
Anyway…….
First I hear Rhia tell Care to “…leave Soda …