Due to computer issues, I'm not sending or checking email. Actually, I haven't been checking my email for a little while now. So, if you've emailed and I haven't responded....this is why.
Something is majorly screwed up with my Norton and it tells me that the Auto-Protect drivers could not be loaded. Obviously, I'm not protected from viruses at this point, so I'm trying to really not do anything that could snag me one of those nasty little monsters.
Unless I already have one. Which I doubt (since I am very committed to updates), but anything is possible. I have uninstalled/reinstalled Norton so many times it's not even funny.
At this point, I'm working on getting at least one of my 3 systems in working order, but since *I* can't do it, it has to be sent off. I'll try to be back online as soon as I can. Emails can still be sent, as I can check them on the server when I manage to get away from the house. Just don't be disappointed when I can't get you a reply very quickly.
Sunday, November 27, 2005
Press Release from ERWF Member Kay Derwydd
"Novel Visions" by Kay Derwydd
Available at Chippewa Publishing
http://www.chippewapublishing.com
$2.00
Jonathon Cayle is a horror novelist visiting New Orleans for a two-week long book signing stint. Unhappy with his life back in Atlanta with his girlfriend, he is grateful to be able to explore his preference for men while he’s out of town. What he finds in New Orleans, however, is the last thing he ever expected.
**Excerpt**
He sat down on the bed, kicked his boots off, and draped his coat over the end of the bed to let it dry out. The stability of a regular mattress was a welcome relief. He was sick to death of Nadeen's obsession with waterbeds. He switched on the television to the news then began to undress. He only watched the news half-heartedly, feeling a bit out of the loop with the local bits, but he left it on as he went into the bathroom to fill the tub. He had an hour before Jess would be back and a nice soak in hot water would do him some good.
As he sank down into the steaming water, he felt calmness sweep over him. Now this was heaven. No Nadeen, no ringing phones, no socialite visitors; just himself, a hot tub, and the decadence of New Orleans right outside his window. With the soothing effects of the water, he was finally able to think about his next book.
He was in town to do the signings for The Hart Files, but he knew the plotline demanded another book. Rather, the main character demanded another book. Kain Hart: now there was a man to be reckoned with, and what better place to do a book signing for a vampire novel than New Orleans? Jonathon smiled and closed his eyes; if only Kain Hart were real. He chuckled quietly. If Nadeen knew he lusted after men, she would have a fucking heart attack. Jess knew, however, and she was constantly trying to set him up with some cute guy she knew.
Jonathon groaned at the thought of finally touching a man again. The last time he had was nearly a year ago, long before he started dating Nadeen. Within two weeks of the beginning of their relationship, she had made it clear she was not fond of gays and lesbians. Jonathon's heart collapsed in on itself that day, but he stayed with her; only the gods knew why.
As the steam wafted up around him and the tub, Jonathon felt himself drift off to sleep several times. If he had more time, he would give in. Every time he did, he was treated to a delicious dream of Kain Hart, his darkly sensual vampire from his latest novel. Oh, if only he were real. With a Kain Hart to keep him company, Jonathon would never return to Atlanta or Nadeen. He could not help but grin at the thought of the socialite bitch's reaction should that happen. So lost he was in his daydream of Kain, he did not hear the knock on his suite door until the person was nearly banging on it.
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http://chippewapublishing.com/product_info.php?products_id=65&osCsid=39c41bcf9792a7e07f1c663e8c0f0712
"Novel Visions" by Kay Derwydd
Available at Chippewa Publishing
http://www.chippewapublishing.com
$2.00
Jonathon Cayle is a horror novelist visiting New Orleans for a two-week long book signing stint. Unhappy with his life back in Atlanta with his girlfriend, he is grateful to be able to explore his preference for men while he’s out of town. What he finds in New Orleans, however, is the last thing he ever expected.
**Excerpt**
He sat down on the bed, kicked his boots off, and draped his coat over the end of the bed to let it dry out. The stability of a regular mattress was a welcome relief. He was sick to death of Nadeen's obsession with waterbeds. He switched on the television to the news then began to undress. He only watched the news half-heartedly, feeling a bit out of the loop with the local bits, but he left it on as he went into the bathroom to fill the tub. He had an hour before Jess would be back and a nice soak in hot water would do him some good.
As he sank down into the steaming water, he felt calmness sweep over him. Now this was heaven. No Nadeen, no ringing phones, no socialite visitors; just himself, a hot tub, and the decadence of New Orleans right outside his window. With the soothing effects of the water, he was finally able to think about his next book.
He was in town to do the signings for The Hart Files, but he knew the plotline demanded another book. Rather, the main character demanded another book. Kain Hart: now there was a man to be reckoned with, and what better place to do a book signing for a vampire novel than New Orleans? Jonathon smiled and closed his eyes; if only Kain Hart were real. He chuckled quietly. If Nadeen knew he lusted after men, she would have a fucking heart attack. Jess knew, however, and she was constantly trying to set him up with some cute guy she knew.
Jonathon groaned at the thought of finally touching a man again. The last time he had was nearly a year ago, long before he started dating Nadeen. Within two weeks of the beginning of their relationship, she had made it clear she was not fond of gays and lesbians. Jonathon's heart collapsed in on itself that day, but he stayed with her; only the gods knew why.
As the steam wafted up around him and the tub, Jonathon felt himself drift off to sleep several times. If he had more time, he would give in. Every time he did, he was treated to a delicious dream of Kain Hart, his darkly sensual vampire from his latest novel. Oh, if only he were real. With a Kain Hart to keep him company, Jonathon would never return to Atlanta or Nadeen. He could not help but grin at the thought of the socialite bitch's reaction should that happen. So lost he was in his daydream of Kain, he did not hear the knock on his suite door until the person was nearly banging on it.
****
http://chippewapublishing.com/product_info.php?products_id=65&osCsid=39c41bcf9792a7e07f1c663e8c0f0712
Monday, November 07, 2005
'Elfmeet' by Fiona Glass
Chippewa Publishing LLC
http://www.chippewapublishing.com
$2.00
New and just released by Chippewa, this is a short fantasy tale about an elf who has grown up believing he is human. His life changes for good the day he runs away from home and meets a real elf in a village inn.
Extract:
As they reached the door, the landlord glanced up, and called out in alarm. "Hey, young 'un, don't you be going off with the likes of him. One of the fairies, he is, or as near as dammit, and you know what they say about folks what goes with the fairies."
"They say they never come back unchanged," Jon replied. "But that's all right, I'm not sure I want to stay the way I am." With that, he grasped Kes' hand more tightly and followed him out of the door.
The night was cool and clear. A new moon was rising over the village roofs and tiny snowflake stars dusted the sky. As they left the houses behind, the stars grew ever brighter until they filled Jon's sight, sparkling like jewels against the black cloth of the sky. He breathed deep. "They're beautiful," he said. "I never really stopped and looked at them before."
Kes smiled and wrapped an arm around his waist. "Yes, they are beautiful. There are lots of beautiful things in this world that men never take the time to see."
Just past the last straggling buildings, he led Jon along a narrow path and into the woods. It was quiet in here with the deep silence of air that was rarely disturbed, and Jon felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. There was magic in the air, and a faint, silvery music that tinkled in the breeze, and if he wasn't much mistaken, there were eyes amongst the leaves.
"Who are they?" he whispered, holding as close to Kes as he could.
"Just the rest of my tribe; don't worry, they will watch over us and bless our mating," Kes whispered back.
Jon found himself in a clearing full of white flowers and the longest, softest grass he had ever seen. The trees formed a circle; their branches raised high to give a clear view of the sky. The moon had vanished behind some wispy cloud but the stars were still there, larger and more brilliant than ever, forming a vast and glittering necklace around the world. He stood and stared in awe until Kes tugged and he tumbled down amongst the grass stems in a tangled heap of leggings and limbs and hair.
Chippewa Publishing LLC
http://www.chippewapublishing.com
$2.00
New and just released by Chippewa, this is a short fantasy tale about an elf who has grown up believing he is human. His life changes for good the day he runs away from home and meets a real elf in a village inn.
Extract:
As they reached the door, the landlord glanced up, and called out in alarm. "Hey, young 'un, don't you be going off with the likes of him. One of the fairies, he is, or as near as dammit, and you know what they say about folks what goes with the fairies."
"They say they never come back unchanged," Jon replied. "But that's all right, I'm not sure I want to stay the way I am." With that, he grasped Kes' hand more tightly and followed him out of the door.
The night was cool and clear. A new moon was rising over the village roofs and tiny snowflake stars dusted the sky. As they left the houses behind, the stars grew ever brighter until they filled Jon's sight, sparkling like jewels against the black cloth of the sky. He breathed deep. "They're beautiful," he said. "I never really stopped and looked at them before."
Kes smiled and wrapped an arm around his waist. "Yes, they are beautiful. There are lots of beautiful things in this world that men never take the time to see."
Just past the last straggling buildings, he led Jon along a narrow path and into the woods. It was quiet in here with the deep silence of air that was rarely disturbed, and Jon felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. There was magic in the air, and a faint, silvery music that tinkled in the breeze, and if he wasn't much mistaken, there were eyes amongst the leaves.
"Who are they?" he whispered, holding as close to Kes as he could.
"Just the rest of my tribe; don't worry, they will watch over us and bless our mating," Kes whispered back.
Jon found himself in a clearing full of white flowers and the longest, softest grass he had ever seen. The trees formed a circle; their branches raised high to give a clear view of the sky. The moon had vanished behind some wispy cloud but the stars were still there, larger and more brilliant than ever, forming a vast and glittering necklace around the world. He stood and stared in awe until Kes tugged and he tumbled down amongst the grass stems in a tangled heap of leggings and limbs and hair.
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