Hiya folks,

My newsletter is late this month, partly because life has been extremely busy (five new titles accepted to the LBF 09 lineup!) and partly because I’m doing the double-issue .pdf version this time around. I think I mentioned this in the last newsletter. I might not have. That was in March and I’ve had two Sabbats between…

Right – HAPPY BELTAINE! We had ritual and dinner cooked by the students on Saturday, followed by a bel-fire that almost rivaled that of ’02. Dobhailen had a lot of scrap in the backyard that needed to be gone, so we burnt it. Including the dining room chairs from my mother’s old set – no, they weren’t anything fancy. They were everything cheap, is what they were. And broken, so they made a good bit of flame. Of the three students, Dobhailen is the only one with his own home as the other two are…well, minors. It just seemed right, besides being timely, that we have the bel-fire at his house.

Ok, back on track. The Courting Morpheus offer in conjunction with the Apex Lifetime Subscription Sale is now off the table. Jason announced this morning that there had been ten purchases so far, so I’m thrilled to say that those five copies are now spoken for. Maybe this calls for another CM temptation… Must ponder that.

I’ve had some interesting stuff come up by email, private messaging and more recently, blog comments. Let me reiterate. Comments are moderated. ALL comments, not just unregistered schmuck spam posters, but also members. Even my own comments are flagged in many cases. While I can pick and choose those that I decide to go through to the site, I will allow most of ‘em. Sometimes people with inferiority complexes coupled with delusions of persecution comment, involving others… those comments are vetted through the others involved, for sure. They are absolutely screen-capped, and saved with all the other screen-caps, along with the ISP address of said poster.

By the way, for those of you who don’t already know this (and that would be any new people, or the really, really stupid) I am a bitch. If you call me a bitch, I feel I’ve done my job for the day and I get a warm-fuzzy. I don’t consider it an insult. In fact, for nearly ten years, one of my personalities has been named bitch in some form or another. When I can get ‘em, I’m gonna get personalized license plates with bitch on ‘em. You just can’t bother me with something as un-imaginary as calling me a bitch. I mean, come on… try something a little more colorful. You never know, I may develop a lurve for what you call me, and drop the bitch part!