An offer he couldn't refuse
Busy weekend. I finished the copyedits for book three of my vampire series, The Undead Kama Sutra.
They go in the mail tomorrow.
The other day my son were on the highway and saw this:
This is what happens when you're late on your "insurance" payments. To make the situation more ridiculous, my son and I thought the "victim's" head should have a metal plate in it that sparks as it scrapes across the highway and then catches fire.
As you may have read, Nymphos
is a finalist for a Colorado Book Award
in Popular Fiction (next year I'll try to get nominated for Unpopular Fiction). Last Friday, the finalists in Poetry and Anthology/Collection had readings at the Mercury Cafe. I had met W.C. Jameson in July at the Writing the Rockies conference in Gunnison. He was at the Merc as the collection he edited, Hot Coffee and Cold Truth: Living and Writing in the West
, was nominated for an award. Here's W.C., giving us his typical west Texas what-the-hell-do-you-want glare while his wife, Laurie Wagner Buyer, undoes his badness with her goodness.
For you UFOers and abductees, we have this opportunity to share your tales of any close encounters: Humanoid Galaxy
Keep it clean. No probing stories.