Oh so many years ago, when I was a proof reader at Apex Publications, I fell in love with a fictional man who wasn’t. Or was he?

Years ago, I wrote a story titled Days, Hours, Minutes, Seconds in which a teen recalled the terror of finding another world inside the walls – and beyond those walls – of her house. The story is included in my collection, Into a Long Ago Future.
She’s all grown up now, and not everything was the way it seemed at the end of her first story.
Justine is a student at college, best friends with Nigel, and has all but forgotten the times in the galleys between. That is, until the little …

Note: Late again, and I’ve realized that there are two weeks missing entirely in my count, so I’ve adjusted.
People, slow the heck down, and focus on something other than twinkly lights and santa hats. Geez!

It’s Friday, and you should be at 11669 at the minimum, to keep up with NaNoWriMo!
Since I’m prepping this post to go live a few days in advance, I can’t tell you where I am right now, but check back tomorrow, I should have news then. Or maybe later today. Unless I get lost in New Bedlam, in which case, please send help.

If you haven’t heard of Zombie Zak, you really need to pop over to that great internet talk radio site, TMV Cafe, or check out his work in the Belfire Press anthology, Old School. And now, as his alter ego Bill Snider (or could ZZ be the alter zombie of Bill Snider himself?!), there is a new poetry collection just released via Needfire Poetry!