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text 2018-05-31 15:25
Short Story Month Draws to a Close: Free Short Fiction
 

I kicked off Short Story Month by offering my short, "Mr. Tucker & Me," for free, and I am closing out Short Story Month by offering my short, "Mr. Tucker & Me," for free.

 

You can also still grab another of my shorts, "Tipping," (at no cost to you) at your favorite Amazon online store.

 

And, as always, my little ditty, "It Came From Hell and Smashed the Angels" is free to download just about anywhere you go.

 

My weird fairy tale, "I Will Tell You About Knoist," is FREEish, if you choose to sign up for my (spam-free) New Release Mailing List. But, if you don't want more e-mail, you can just go to the HorrorBabble YouTube channel and listen to an audio version of this story for FREE.

 

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text 2018-05-30 16:02
Short Story Month is Almost Over: FREE Shorts!

Short Story Month is drawing to a close, and I'm bidding it a fond farewell by offering up for free two shorts: "Tipping" and "Mr. Tucker & Me."



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text 2018-05-01 12:20
May is Short Story Month!

May is Short Story Month and I'll be celebrating by reading nothing but short fiction this month.

My short story, "Mr. Tucker & Me," is now FREE to download on Amazon to encourage other humans to read some short fiction this May.

Amazon: US | UK | CA | AU

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text 2018-04-18 00:23
FREE Audio Book: I Will Tell You About Knoist

The brilliant humans over at HorrorBabble have produced an excellent audio book version of my bizarre fairy tale, "I Will Tell You About Knoist."

The narrator, Ian Gordon, enhanced and elevated the material. I couldn't have asked for better treatment.

You may listen to the audio book for FREE over on the HorrorBabble YouTube channel.

If you'd like to read along, sign up for my New Release Mailing List, and I'll send you the eBook edition. 

 

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text 2018-03-04 00:41
Buried Treasure
Copsi Castle - Norah Lofts
Penhallow - Georgette Heyer

My house is a mess.  My studio (sometimes called "the little house," because that's what it is) is a disaster.  The workshop is worse than both of the others combined.

 

I have five weeks until the spring Studio Tour, which is the last show event of the season.  Scheduling conflicts forced me to cancel participation in two other shows, which wasn't good for my bottom line.  This spring Tour is a new event for our artists group, and I'm very excited about it.

 

Today was the first opportunity I've had to really plunge into work for it, however.  We've either had weather too cold to work in either the shop or the studio, or I've had other events going on.  And to tell the truth, I just haven't had the energy.  Part of that may have been due to the vitamin D deficiency diagnosed last month; after a month's worth of supplements, maybe that's been turned around, too.  At any rate, I was up by 6:00 this morning, threw in a load of laundry and dashed to the grocery store for a few essentials while the washer was running.  I was home before the final rinse.

 

And then it was out to the studio to start cleaning some of the mess.  I actually made some progress, and when it got warm enough outside, I even ventured over to the workshop.

 

I have to confess I almost turned around and walked back out, but I gathered up some determination and headed for the storage racks where the 80+ plastic shoeboxes of rocks are stored.

 

 

Over the years, some of those plastic boxes have rotted from the sun and started to disintegrate, making a horrible mess.  That had to be today's first chore, and it involved sorting out the rocks in those boxes.  As almost always happens when I dig into boxes of rocks that I've had for a long time, I discover things I didn't know I had, either because I just plain forgot about them or because I didn't know what they were in the first place. 

 

One of those sun-rotted boxes had a whole bunch of Oregon beach agates, some already polished and some not.  I sorted out a batch for the tumbler and got them started; they should be finished just in time for the Studio Tour.

 

Feeling proud of myself for having actually accomplished something, I began rearranging some other things in the workshop.  Most of the boxes of (uninventoried) books are at least labeled by genre, but there are other boxes containing . . . . heaven only knows what.  One of them happened to be in the way of the area I was cleaning, so I opened it to see if the contents were even worth messing around with.

 

I laughed out loud.

 

A whole box of gothic romances.  At least 50, maybe 75, maybe more.  I grabbed the Norah Lofts and Georgette Heyer from the top layer, but there's a whole lot more.  Willo Davis Roberts.  Dorothy Eden.  Now I can't even remember who all else.

 

I've already added my edition of Penhallow to the database.  I'll add Copsi Castle in a few minutes.  If only I didn't have to take time out to cook supper!

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