A really bright spark in small press has gone out. I heard yesterday that the owner/publisher of Daverana Enterprises, the publisher for the Fossil Lake Anthology, has died.

I have to say, ever since I first heard the creepy little voices in Bioshock, singing that line, I’ve wanted to use it for a blog post. And thanks to Gina Ranalli, I can…

Personal prompts for journalling, little quotes or teasers prompting for fiction writing, and visual/auditory posts have made up the Writersphere prompts in the past, and I’ve decided to have one of each per post, rather than one or the other.

This recipe is dual-purpose; it can be used with leftover meats, or meat that needs to be cooked. It’s the timing that changes, not really much of the method. This is a bit similar to one I posted during NaNoWriMo, but there’s a different kick to it, something a bit… more.

I can’t thank the folks in the tech support and abuse ‘cubicles’ at A Small Orange for all the help and support – both tech and moral – they’ve given in the last two weeks. What a freaking weekend… but I’ve learned two things from this entire debacle.