It may be a busy day, but I have to throw this up for those of you who don’t read Keene’s blog. Which you should do, even if you disagree with his views and thoughts.
Ob-Sausage up for auction
*shakes head*
Now then…on with other bits.
I applied for and was accepted to a new pagan collaborative blog, The Pagan and the Pen. I’ll be posting every third Wednesday starting next week. I’m titling my posts “Bloodstained Quill” as a nod to my fiction writings, and to my slowly dying Myspace blog. …

From the Writersphere 5.0
So, I caved in to peer pressure and became a twit myself, attended some interesting chats, awarded the first round of Follow New Bedlam contest prizes and sold another few stories. It’s been a hella-busy couple of weeks.
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I received the release letter for “Interludes” this week, meaning all rights to the novelette will revert to me as of November. I’ll be honest, I’m glad. I want to finish this one, and while I don’t regret being involved with Echoes of Terror, I …

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(Damn you, Mel. No more weird meme-ish thingies!!)
A little list with the Facts of Life.
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Good – getting positive feedback on weird query to new-ish small press up-n-comer. +2
Good – liking the new-ish small press up-n-comer. +1
Good – getting hugs from former cousin-in-law and being able to congratulate him and his new wife on their marriage. +3
Good – hearing from old friends, will try to keep in touch better from now on. (try, I said …

After finalizing some files and leaving out one image for now (which will be included in the Lughnasadh chapbook) we’re finally ready to release the first in the Creating New Pagan Family Traditions series, Litha.
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To play 6° to writing…since this technically isn’t a writing post:
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It’s spring – I always come to this in spring, and again in fall, and sometimes around Christmas. It’s that time of year when even my arms ache with the gnawing want of something I can’t have. I’ve tried this time, but it’s not right. S. knows it and I know it but we take it for what it is and just enjoy what we have.
It’s that wraith of the past that won’t go …

(The first chapter of the cross-genre mystery that ends up in New Bedlam, as all good insanity does. Meet Jack Dawes, who isn’t what he seems, and Shay McClane, the painted lady.)
Jack immediately regretted opening his eyes. His brain was playing a Jamaican beat inside his head, and the light seared his retinas. Groaning, he rolled over and covered his head with his arm.
He couldn’t remember much of the night before, only the first shot and the last. The pounding in his head and the tongue of cotton in …

I wouldn’t exactly call it peer pressure. However, evil darkling fae Louise and goofgeek JustJordie wouldn’t let it go. I have a feeling they were ready to launch an all-out attack by drafting Cate, Zoe and all the other twits (I much prefer twits over twitterers, tyvm) into hounding me.
I’m tweeting. Which means I’m a twit. Wasn’t it only two months ago I swore I’d never give in, never ever fall for the failwhale?
Damn it. Damn, and blast. Bugger.
x-P
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