I've Been Evicted from the Man Cave

True. My sister-in-law is living with us for the summer, doing an internship in speech/language pathology at a local retirement community, and she's living in the Man Cave.

*sigh*

So my new "writing area" is the dining room table with an old laptop from school. Maybe it has some ghosts I can take advantage of...

In other, happier news:

In the category of Cate Gardner clued me in: "The World in Rubber, Soft and Malleable", while not making the top ten in the storySouth Million Writers Award, Jason Sanford has posted his short list, and well...I'm humbled to see "Malleable" included. I need to write more stories like that, eh?

"Ranching the Sleore" is definitely not a story like that...but Comet Press released the TOC for their forthcoming Sick Things anthology a couple weeks ago. Looks like a nasty line up. And by nasty I mean good...in an anthology of extreme creature horror, anyway.

Okay, I feel better. (miss you, Man Cave)

You Never Know Who's Reading

I stumbled across this mention at BestScienceFictionStories.com last Friday:

"...an enjoyable story, and it really made me wonder if I would have the guts to do what some of the people in this story did."

It seems "The World in Rubber, Soft and Malleable" is the story that just keeps on giving. I wish I could write another dozen like it...of course, then it wouldn't be special. Right?

Anyway, thanks to Rusty, the human behind BestScienceFictionStories.com. I hear you, and thank you for the kind words.

Andy prefers Krylon spray paint. (and no, he isn't paid for his endorsement)

The Horror...

...of the gunk that came from my sewage pipe this morning. Black like coal, shiny like mucous, viscous as automobile oil ten thousand miles in need a of a change--but thanks to the trusty wet/dry vacuum, I sucked about ten gallons of the sludge from the pipes.

Ah...the smell. I didn't even mention that. (Please don't ask me to.)

Oh. Refocus.

There.

Cate has reminded us all of the storySouth Million Writers Award. So many wonderful stories that I only discovered because of the Internet...nominating just one is going to be a challenge.

I ponied up the $ for a copy of Phanstasy Moste Grotesk over at Corpulent Insanity Press this morning. In the end, the peer pressure nabbed me. And those reviews. Felicity is rapidly carving a niche for herself in the realm of dark fiction.

Still editing after all these days...I hope to put the cap on a couple of the projects so I can write a short or two before the end of the month. My trigger finger is getting itchy.

And thanks Natalie, for the nod.