Vampire Short Story Releases

I'm really excited to be able to say that two of my historical vampire short stories will be coming out soon with Eternal Press.

If you like a good vampire tale, keep a look out for:

October 2008

Shadow on the Crystal

Cover by Dawne Dominique







September 2008

Sword of Anubis

Cover by Ally Robertson



Both covers blew me away. I love them! I hope you do too.

I also hope you'll enjoy the stories. Thanks to some wonderful editing from Deborah Nemeth, these two historical tales have sprung into life. Don't forget to keep an eye out for them at Eternal Press.

Also don't forget, my art exhibition is fast approaching. And, yes, I'm still throwing ink all over canvases [and everything else] in an attempt to have some new paintings to show off.

Add to all this: At long, long last, spring is approaching and I've been trying to get outside into the garden to gain some sort of control over the jungle before the summer hits. I did manage to scare a few weeds into submission yesterday. I hope word has gone out through the weed vine that I'll be out there again today and possibly tomorrow looking for victims to add to the compost. Sneaky little weeds. They think they can run riot all over my garden..... I'll show them.... hahahahahhhah!

Cheers

Almost There

...almost ...almost there!

At last, after months of agonizing, there is light at the end of the tunnel. It's almost finished.

I'm talking about my new poetry anthology, "Where the Night Things Are".

Due for release on April 9, 2008
with Eternal Press.

Not only is this my second poetry anthology to be published by Eternal Press, but it is also a "labor or love".

"Where the Night Things Are" has been loads of fun to write. It's full of nice little creepy poems about all those things that go 'bump' in the night.

It's not scary, dark and dreary. It is a light-hearted look at the dark side of life.

For example: One of the poems I've included is based on a real event that happened to me some time back.

Footsteps

I called around to see a friend
one wintry, rainy eve.
We ate, we drank and
shared some laughs
until I took my leave.

I walked the streets as darkness fell,
in the town where I had grown.
Two blocks was all
I had to go to
take me to my home.

Footsteps behind me I did hear
and I headed for the light.
Should I run, or stop?
Or turn to see
who followed me that night?

Reaching the light, I turned around,
but there was no-one there.
He'd hidden in the bushes.
Of the danger
I was aware.

My heart beat loud; I could hardly hear
the steps that followed me.
I'd only one more
block to go
until I was home free.

My feet went splat upon the ground
his steps behind not far.
Two more corners
to go around.
Why didn't I take my car?

I slowed, then sped, and he did too.
He was closing in on me.
Around the corner
I could see my house
and felt compelled to flee.

The light was brighter. I dared a glance.
The question forever moot.
Not who, but what...
No stranger I found.
Just my coat against my boot.

So... keep an eye out for "Where the Night Things Are" at Eternal Press, and enjoy a giggle or two at the creepier side of life.