First off, again I issue congratulations to everyone who earned placement in our brand new Christmas anthology, When Red Snow Melts. Packed with nearly 80,000 words of Yuletide terror, this is most certainly our strongest collection to see release yet. Loaded with top notch talents including Joe R. Lansdale, Terry M. West, Richard Farren Barber, Robin Dover, Glenn Rolfe and a whole hell of a lot more, this is pretty much the definitive Christmas anthology of 2013!
And, it’s officially available right now on Amazon! Seriously, go buy it, read it, rate and help us tackle the charts!
Now, onto a quick note: In the future, there will be no post-deadline adjustments. I had this monster 90% of the way wiped out when suddenly – no exaggeration here – six authors contacted me to alter their stories. Five of those six authors cited rushed products. I went ahead and made the changes (though I unfortunately missed a minor issue or two in Robin Dover’s story) simply because it’s Christmas; nobody likes a Scrooge. If you’re making serious modifications (not every request entailed tremendous adjustments, but a few did) WELL BEYOND the deadline, you’re no longer playing by the rules exactly (I’m sure there were quite a few contributors who would’ve liked the chance to tidy things up). In the future, double check your stories before submitting. Triple check the stories, for goodness sake. Nearly eight full hours were lost to me as I frantically struggled to right the wrongs here on home stretch – but again, in the spirit of Christmas, I did my best.
All I ask is that you get it in on time, finalized. Plain and simple. You’ll save me a massive headache if you don’t shoot me significant rewrites (again, not everyone demanded the world, but there were some time consuming issues just the same) days after the contest has ended. Keep in mind I’m only one individual attempting to spearhead a gajillion projects (I have no editor, as I can’t afford the hundreds of dollars a project like this costs to edit; pretty much all expenses come directly out of my personal pocket, which seems to have a hole in it). It’s a nasty burden to attempt to carry, and I need things running as smoothly as possible so that my head does not explode into a million bloody brain and skull riddled bits.
Now that my sleep-deprived, stress induced rant is over (my apologies guys, I’m running on fumes here), dig on the cover below. It’s a beauty that comes our way courtesy of Danny Melby.
And, while I shouldn’t need to remind you again, order this bad monstrosity, and spread the word about this mutilated teddy! We’ve got a chance to smash some Amazon charts, guys!