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Dark, soulful tales that haunt long after the last page.
So, I have had other stuff I wanted to post about besides the stupid literature pirates. Maybe my old brain will remember most of it. First, though, to the subject line. I wish I could post a picture, but I can’t find the cord that connects my phone to my computer. Anyway, after weeks of…
So, I have had other stuff I wanted to post about besides the stupid literature pirates. Maybe my old brain will remember most of it. First, though, to the subject line. I wish I could post a picture, but I can’t find the cord that connects my phone to my computer. Anyway, after weeks of…
In yesterday’s post about story thieves I said I couldn’t possibly contact all of those places that had “Unholy Womb” illegally posted. I did, however, contact djjeremy@gmail.com at winterrowd.com and told him to remove the story or pay me 3 cents per word for the privilege of having it on his site. He responded in…
In yesterday’s post about story thieves I said I couldn’t possibly contact all of those places that had "Unholy Womb" illegally posted. I did, however, contact djjeremy@gmail.com at winterrowd.com and told him to remove the story or pay me 3 cents per word for the privilege of having it on his site. He responded in…
Writing on the new Werewolf Saga book, Nadia’s Children, is going very well. I mean, I’m really into the writing. This happened last December, on a project I can’t really discuss yet, but prior to that I haven’t been this engrossed in writing since Ulrik. I only have about 7,500 words at the moment, but…
I killed a friend yesterday. I’d known this person since 1993. I met him because of a creative writing course at Francis Tuttle Technology Center. He’d been a good friend, though always a little strange. He didn’t deserve to die, but then life and death seldom play fair. I miss him already. Fortunately, since he…
I killed a friend yesterday. I’d known this person since 1993. I met him because of a creative writing course at Francis Tuttle Technology Center. He’d been a good friend, though always a little strange. He didn’t deserve to die, but then life and death seldom play fair. I miss him already. Fortunately, since he…
Steven E. Wedel 