Well, it’s been over a year since I entered the last chapter in my Genesis 2.0 novel, and I finally felt ready to get back into it, having finally had a brilliant idea as to — (sorry, can’t tell you) — but it’s a kicker. I pulled out the Eee Pc form my carry bag and fired it up, ready to plug in the power when I saw the battery had over 2 hours left on it. I love the 7 hour battery (admittedly I’ve only gotten 6 hours 15 minutes on it by playing with the settings, but still, that destroys the two hours my Media Laptop gives me). The Eee Pc is only for writing.

Do you like Masters of Horror? Think it should be recognised?

If you could please take a few minutes, the SJV award noms are open until March and I would love some kiwi votes: http://ning.it/cnipjb they will contact you and ask for 100 words on why you want to nominate MoH.

And if you are not a member of Masters of Horror…dude, you’re missing out.

What is MoH?

Authors Adrienne J. Odasso, Jennifer Moore, Batya Deene, Fraser Sherman, Angela Rega, Imogen Howson, Jo Thomas, Joselle Vanderhooft, Jessica Tudor, Greg O. Weatherford, Hilary J. Nowack, Genevieve Valentine, Skadi meic Beorh, H. Anne Stoj, David Sklar, Lee Pletzers, and Teresa Wymore re-tell the story of Little Red Riding Hood in poetry and prose, illustrated by the art of Anna Repp. In these stories, Red is sometimes innocent, sometimes less so; and the wolf is sometimes a monster, and most often human, monstrous or not.

My tasty little tale in this antho is a lovely werewolf peice, called A Splash of Red. The following excerpt is from my original file, not the published version in the book.

First line: Little red riding hood was dead.

Here's an excerpt for you:

Her cell phone rang as she opened the door. In the occupied stall someone grunted and Selene suppressed a laugh. As the door self shut, she thought she heard a cry of pain and heard something thump the stall. She was tempted to go back in and offer assistance or whatever but the photo ID of an elderly woman with the kindest eyes in history and warmest smile to match, stopped her.

She flipped open her phone as the bathroom door quietly thumped shut blocking any further sounds, “Hello?”

“Hello dear, how is everything?”

Selene smiled. “It’s all good Nana. There’s a lot of people here.” She walked away from the bathroom. The guy in the leather jacket watched her. She pretended not to see him. His focus on her was intense and a little worrying. He had been here a while and not once, did she see him look at a single photo. Every time her sight found him, he was looking at her or someone close to her.

“Now don’t you be nervous, you hear?”

I know I am meant to be working on my novel BUT... I ended up starting a publishing business called Triskaideka Books, with a focus on horror and SF and cross over of these genres and sometimes Fantasy. I have a team of three:

Me: publisher / editor / layout

Karen: editor, proof reader

Robert: editor

A vote for The Last Church by Lee Pletzers @ http://is.gd/5Q6cM will gain you an extra 6 rounds for your shotgun when zombies attack...My, that will come in handy. So be quick, because UK zombies move fast. Kiwi zombies start BBQ (with YOU as the main course) parties. US zombies shuffle around and get shot at malls. There is little time to spare.

Load up boys and girls.
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Reviewer: Jason Warden

The Last Church is available from Amazon.com. Other availability details are on Lee Pletzers' website. The Last Church is published by Black Bed Sheet Books, RRP US $20.95.

New Zealand horror writer Lee Pletzers' The Last Church does the job of a good horror novel (or, I suppose, any novel): it keeps you turning the pages, wanting to know what happens next, and hoping that at least some of the characters - not to mention the world - will make it out alive at the end of the story.

Jason Warden of Shadow Cast Audio podcasted a short story of mine called, Trickery Dances. It is an excellent podcast and read very well.

You can download it onto you ipod or listen here.

hearing someone read a short story you wrote is a very different experience. It was exciting and felt like I was listening to someone else's story.

Welcome to Opera Sands. Meet Peter Clement, a down-on-his-luck antique dealer...a young man with a grim future, until Mephistopheles pays him a visit and offers him the Devil's Wish book. He reads it, takes it to heart, and offers his soul to its dark and deadly secrets.

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