Summer Gothic is now for sale!

It's been a long time coming, but you can now pick up over 300 pages of excellent, excellent ghost stories for the perfectly reasonable price of $14.95 either at the Summer Gothic eStore or at Amazon, whichever you prefer.

Ebook versions and sales at other vendors will be available shortly.

Update: Author Suzanne Johnson is giving a free signed copy to one lucky winner. Sign up while you can!

Contents

"My Best Girl" by Michael P. Wines

"The Beaky Bunch" by Ingrid Seymour

"Dead in Me" by Teresa Howard

"Sugar Baby" by Lindsey Robinson

"The Reproach" by Ray Busler

"Beachfront" by Sean DeArmond

"The Colors" by Julia Jones Thompson

"Nancy's Jog" by Larry Williamson

"The House Near the Covered Bridge" by Mary Brunini McArdle

"Wayward" by Megan Ingram

"The Haunted House" by Larry Hensley

"The Apparition" by Bret Williams

"Fourth of July" by Margaret Fenton

"Shades of History" by Lin Nielsen

"Family Ties" by Joan Kennedy

"The Exorcism of Mary's House" by Jessica Penot

"The Ghost of Bear Creek Swamp" by Tracy Williams

"Feral" by C. M. Koenig

"Earl and Bubba Save the King" by Louise Herring-Jones

"Summer Forever" by J. M. Gruber

"Hurricane Season" by Jared Millet

"All the Good I Could" by Suzanne Johnson

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In other news, last night the third annual Flash Fiction Night was held at the Hoover Public Library, and a good time was had by all. I'll post the video as soon as it's available.

Summer Gothic: Three Days

Summer Gothic goes on sale Tuesday, March 20, 2012. 

That is all.

Summer Gothic: I have proof!

 My gods, it's real.

IT'S ALIVE!

Sorry.

Anyway, I'm a little excited about this. All week I'd been cringing in terror that I'd somehow screwed up the cover or some key element of formatting, but no, it looks good. It looks like a book!

And despite the weeks I spent proofreading the damn thing, I already found a typo. In my own story.

*sigh* - So it goes.

Summer Gothic: Crawling Forward

We've got a cover! There it is.

That's the same graveyard image I've been using on the temporary art for a while, and the "ghost" is Haleigh Huggins, the daughter of a friend of mine who agreed to play along. (Hi, Haleigh!) My wife Lea made the dress and hovered over my shoulder while I painstakingly merged her into frame, offering advice like "That's too sharp. That's too blurry. That's too shiny. Her fingers are messed up. That filter makes her look too green. Something's showing through her forehead."


Criticism is the best antidote to error, saith David Brin, and  the whole thing came together well because of it.

This fell beast is getting closer and closer to completion.

Meanwhile, it's time I got my ass back to writing. I still need to churn out "Rocket Science" for this year's Flash Fiction Night, I need to write a third Perrilloux story to submit for Dreams of Steam 3, and I need to finish draft #10 of The Blood Prayer, since I've found another poor sucker willing to proofread it. However, last night the whole first paragraph of my 1950's time travel pulp novel burst fully-formed out of my brain and I've got to stop myself from going any further on that particular project until a few of the others are out of the way. Oh, and I have to rewrite my kayak story with yet another new ending.

Sheesh.