This is a bit late today. I got up at 7:00 in the morning and came down­stairs and did all the proofing and format­ting and… woke up. So, in fact, it wasn’t done. Grumpy, I rolled over and got up and came down­stairs and proof­read and formatted and then… woke up again. Third time appar­ently is the charm, but it’s unusual to have dreams that mundane. You can’t call them night­mares because it’s awful only once you’ve woken up and realize that all that theo­ret­ical work was a dream and it still has to be done. I have no idea why my subcon­scious is trying to give me ulcers. I mean… once? Okay. But twice? As I’ve been doing, the story in .pdf down­load is here. The … Continue reading →

And it’s Monday. Today’s short story is Winter. Mike Resnick was editing an anthology about Deals with the Devil, and he wanted a story. So I wrote him a story. I would have bowed out of this one because it was before the birth of my first child and frankly, I couldn’t under­stand why morning sick­ness was called “morning” sick­ness, as I was nauseous all day long, with maybe an hour or two of sort of normal. That hour or two was the time in which I could sit at a computer and write. And it was early days, and because I was young and new, I really didn’t want to make another profes­sional angry. But I liked the story I did write. It’s here. Click the link and you should be able to … Continue reading →