Hey ya’ll!
I was cleaning off one of my bookshelves, and came across what appears to be my last promotional copy of Echoes of Terror. I’ve decided to sell it off, all inscribed to the buyer’s wishes and everything. And better still, free shipping! $17.75 US, going by the US cover price.
Since it’s only the one, obviously the first person nabs it. If you’re interested, email me: jodi at jodilee . ca

In “Days, Hours, Minutes, Seconds” by Jodi Lee the lead tells the reader at the opening that she’s crazy, to put it lightly. In fact she doesn’t know much, other than she’s crazy and she’s hearing voices in a house. She’s not just hearing the voices of the tortured and murdered children that live between the walls, but there’s an impostor named Maya who looks like her doing horrible things. The drama is turned up pretty high on this one, it’s successfully moody and dark, but the concreteness of the …

Just received word that my flash (oh gods, how I hate writing flash!) piece, It Never Lasts Forever, was accepted into Strange Publications year long project, 52 Stitches.
That’s two for Strange Publications in about four months. w00t!
Did I mention yet that Tainted (which contains The Lion Roared) arrived last week? I’m loving it!
Thanks out to Aaron and Ed for another go-round in the Strangeness!

Tainted News:
Tainted has been released, and in celebration Aaron is running a contest on his blog – you could win a free copy! Check it out: http://aaronpolson.blogspot.com/
Samhain News:
I may or may not be putting out a Samhain newsletter. I haven’t done a newsletter since I don’t remember when, due to my schedule and lack of anything really newsy to say. I may just slap up a poll and see if anyone really wants to continue on with that…or just stop by here and read the news as it happens. Or …

Until I was eight years old, we lived in a small town about an hour or so outside of Winnipeg, not really that far from where I am now. In the fall of 1980 we were ‘between houses’, having had to move from that town to an uncle’s house next door to where we would eventually settle. My grandparents lived on the other side of what was becoming our yard.
What I will always consider my hometown – Thornhill – is but a speck on a map, and although it has …