Midnight Screaming Vol. 3, No. 1 Now Available!

I freely admit that even I am a little creeped out by the cover art of the new issue of Midnight Screaming! I hope that isn't blood on the wall... *shiver*

But despite the slightly disturbing cover, I have faith that there is a treasury of lovely stories and poems in here (I won't guarantee they'll be less disturbing than the cover--my issue hasn't arrived yet, so I haven't read any of the other pieces within--but did I tell you that a poem of mine is in there too?)

You can order your copy now for the sensible price of $7.95 (if you're in the United States; otherwise, you can still order it, but for a less appealing price). Just click on the scary picture to find out more about the issue. I'm expecting mine to come in the mail tomorrow!

Robots Need Love, Too

I have several exciting projects going on besides the one I mentioned in my last post, including three poems (one about "the big house," one about a witch with crystal eyes, and another about a riddle by Lewis Caroll), as well as a circus murder mystery (creepy!) which isn't going very well. The project I'm most excited about, however, is the one I just started--and I'm going to enter it into Crow Toes Quarterly's "Most Enormous, Metallic, Electric Short Story Contest Ever!"

The Narrator (<--click!) of CTQ is really into robots, but apparently, no one is sending in any robot stories, so he is holding a robot story contest. I wonder why robot stories are so scarce...I've never written a robot story before. I don't think I've ever even read one. But the CTQ staff's first pick gets published in The Eighteenth Issue and receives a collection of back issues, a one-year subscription to the e-zine, and 50 dollars!

All you have to do to enter is write a story between 1000 and 2000 words inspired by this illustration by Colin Moore (<--click!) and send it to the Staff Villain by April 22, 2011. I'm going to get to work right now.

This is going to be fun!

A New Project

If it is possible to die of inspiration, let me assure you, I would not be alive right now to write this post! I'd been hoping it would come--the other night, my uncle Jim came to visit me, and we were up very late with Sarkis, Aprilla, and some of the older guests. They all listened attentively as my uncle told them stories about the house in which he grew up. I remembered being there once or twice as a little girl--as he described to the guests events that took place before I was born, I blended into the background, and began to scribble notes in my journal.

The things I heard were beautiful. I filled two pages, only scratching the surface of the wonderful idea that was developing. And that, when added to my imagination, stretches a long, long way. So--

I think I'm going to write another book.

First Artistic Depiction of Myself

Dear Readers,

Just recently, a friend of mine who I think is a very talented artist agreed to draw a picture of me to post here. And I think she did a spectacular job.

You can visit her gallery by clicking on the picture above. Be sure to support her artwork by favouriting her other pieces, leaving a comment, or even donating!

Love,
Rosemary