Yeah, so here I am, trying again. If this one doesn't go through, I'm giving up and Myspace can jam its new interface where no one will ever find it again.

I have a real gross follow-up to that, but I'm going to bypass it. ;)

I think I'll be doing most of my blogging away from myspace now. I'll come in and post links here (if they'll post) and ya'll can pop over to one of the other blogs.

There's just a few things I wanted to update people on:

1) The slush has been slushed for TNBP #2, and while I didn't get the emails done last night, I'm finishing those off as soon as I'm outta here. We re-open for submissions on July 1st. I won't be here, but I'll get 'em when I get back.

B) New Bedlam has a forum, where all good little monkeys come to play. This is where we corrupt the monkeys into chain-smoking pick-pockets. Feeling left out? Come join us. Or at least, come join long enough to vote in the research polls. ;)
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or, because myspace is a tard on steriods:
http://forums.hanginoutforums.com/start.php?webtag=NEWBEDLAM

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http://www.jodilee.ca
http://www.twitter.com/newbedlam
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Lastly) If you haven't heard of Library of the Living Dead/Library of Horror Press, get the cotton out of your ears and the blinders from your eyes. Doc not only accepted four of my stories for various anthologies from both imprints, but he also hired me to do covers for four books being released via both imprints.

There's some damn fine, cool folks over there.
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PS - on Sunday, go spank the piggy.
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Happy birthday - Brittany and Lori, and Uncle Butch.

You are all missed and loved, every day.

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.

Click here for purchase information.

1 For Sorrow is my JulNoWriMo project from 2008. As JulNoWriMo is coming up once more (eeep), I have been going over it and re-working some areas. It is a cross-genre bit of mystery. I've so enjoyed reading various mysteries in the past decade or so, I thought I'd add some into the mix. It took over. LOL

Anyhoo - 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 his mouth were pretty good indications that there had been plenty more between first and last. “Karma’s a bitch Jackie-boy,” he mumbled. “A bitch with a first class ticket to hell.”

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