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Eldritch Embraces, now available for your delectation

And in short fiction news, Eldritch Embraces: Putting the Love Back In Lovecraft, an anthology containing my story “Take This, and Eat,” is now available from Dragon’s Roost Press, in both paper and electronic editions.

I’ll let the publisher tell you about it:  “We’ve taken two of the most terrifying concepts in literature, the cosmic horror of the Cthulhu Mythos and Romance, and combined them in 31 tales which will terrify, amuse, and possibly even move you.”

Plus, a portion of the proceeds from the anthology go to the Last Day Dog Rescue organization.

So there you go.  Love, romance, and Elder Gods. And you get to help out dogs in need.  What more could you ask for?  A free sample?

OK, if you insist.  Here’s a (*cough*) taste of “Take This, and Eat:”

A kind of chicken teriyaki dish, Leah had said.  And it certainly looked promising at first—generous portions of noodles and meat, without too many vegetables for Darren to pick around.  It smelled spicy, sparking a bit of an appetite in him.  Using the tongs the waiter had brought, he optimistically helped himself to a heaping plateful.

Then he caught a glimpse of the tentacle in his food, and his appetite vanished.

At first he thought he might be mistaken, but a second glance confirmed it—long, black, rubbery, with small suckers running down its length.

Once again, that’s Eldritch Embraces, featuring my story “Take This, and Eat.”  Have a tentacular time!

Current Music: "Man on the Silver Mountain"--Rainbow

Progress Report, in which I demonstrate my erudition and eloquence

Blah blah new words blah Petra Rising.  Blah blah blah Magic Meter:

Pithy observations on writing blah blah blah.

Blah blah snippet:

Cromberg slammed the door behind him after entering.  “What the hell are you thinking?”

Kane stood at the water pump near his kitchen, working the handle, holding a small bowl beneath the spigot.  He had a washcloth draped over one arm.  The pump took its time drawing water from the well.  The previous night’s fire had taken its toll.  Given Purgatory’s proximity to the river, the well would refill soon enough.  At worst, he had to tolerate making a few extra pumps.  Others on Haven had it much worse.  He’d seen it during his outreach missions to the Bone Tribes.  Nonetheless, the delay annoyed him.  Emma’s words still rang in his head:  We need the Portal.

“Come in,” he said to Cromberg.  “Have a seat.”

Write Club blah:

Tier one blah blah blah Apex, blah 11 days.

Blah snappy signoff line blah.


Current Music: "Like a Stone"--Audioslave

Progress Report, in which I once again demonstrate my sunny optimism

So blog posts continue to be sporadic, obviously.  For me, it’s been all Petra, all the time.  (And hey, did I mention I’ve published a novel?  And that if you’re a potential Hugo and/or Nebula voter, I can get you a copy?)


Anyway, now that I have basically taught myself how to make a book, I’ve turned my attention back to other writing stuff, like updating my database, getting some short stories back into circulation, and—wait.  What’s that up ahead?  Could it be Magic Meter?

Yes, folks, I’ve actually banged out some new verbiage on Petra Rising.  Which is good, as I’m gonna need a finished novel sometime before the onset of the next ice age.  Got a long way to go yet, clearly, but the journey of a thousand miles . . . well, you know the rest.

A snippet, for your perusal:

“Even that’s too much.”  Loren’s tone was firm.  “We can’t have a member of the leadership council toddling off to Control on a wild goose chase.”

The ghost of a smile touched Kane’s face.  “And now we come to the second part of my proposal.” 

“Which is?”

“I’m resigning my seat on the council.  Effective immediately.”

With that, Kane stood and exited the room, trailing silence in his wake.

Hell, I even have a Write Club updates:

Four days to a tier two bounce from Fantastic Stories of the Imagination.

And after 706 days, I’m finally, officially giving up on Inscription.  I may be the last person on Earth to do so.  I guess I’m just too much of an optimist, sometimes.

Really, though, isn’t that what these progress reports are all about?  Optimism?  Or at least hope?

Yeah, maybe.  I’ll try not to take so long to send the next update.

‘Til then . . .

Current Music: "Whiskey in the Jar"--Thin Lizzy