I was poking around my subs list yesterday, when I decided I needed to check up on some of these things. I mean, some have been out a long time and I’ve had no word. Since email is such a fickle mistress, I tend to browse the sites for my info…one site in particular, although I’m pretty sure I get their emails, since I’ve been rejected a couple of times. Nice rejections, but rejections none the less. (And no where near as nice as Tim’s, from Black Ink Horror – …

I can’t believe I’ve never done this for Interludes, my short published in the Echoes of Terror Anthology. So, here it is!

How often does it happen? How often would a woman totally lose her mind without anyone around her noticing? Particularly when she lives with two other people and interacts with at least a dozen others every day. And to top it off, she tells them, almost daily, that something just isn’t right, that it’s wrong. But she hadn’t seen anyone but him for so long… maybe they weren’t …

So, I haven’t been able to make this post for a while. Partly because my insides still hurt from the incident, and partly because the computer was taken over by a supposedly not-malicious but extremely frickin’ nasty virus. S’gone now, and s’good.
Provincials were slightly better than heartbreaking. It was hard to watch the girls play as badly as they did, until that last game. Our weekend was shadowed by the accident Rhia had on Friday night, in the pool at the hotel.
After having spent an hour sliding down the slide …

It’s been a shit of a summer, really. Baseball wasn’t nearly as good as it had been last year, and Rhia was so badly hurt at the hotel during provincials (I’ll be posting about it on my other blog sometime later today)… I’m coming to some serious decisions in regards to my career path due to unemployment except for 3Sides and some freelancing. Honestly, working on spec isn’t working out so well and I am the sole supporter of two teens. I digress…

Wow. Nearly ten days ago, Jeremy (Seffens) gave …

Please excuse the familial stuff on the writing blog, but I’m so pissed off I can’t even type straight right now. It took an hour and a half to write this! *grits teeth*
All it takes is one bad teacher to ruin the lives of many bright and cheery kids.
While my Care is not a cheery child and is bordering on stereotypical goth without the clothes, she is a smart kid. The light bulb is at least a 120 watt. At least, it was until the most recent Prairie Rose S.D. …