Where Nightmares Come From! And A Reading!

Today is the launch of Crystal Lake’s WHERE NIGHTMARES COME FROM anthology! In celebration, I did a reading from part of my included essay, titled “Bringing An Idea To Life Through Language.”  I hope you enjoy.

It’s finally here! WHERE NIGHTMARES COME FROM: THE ART OF STORYTELLING IN THE HORROR GENRE is now available in paperback and Kindle: http://getbook.at/Nightmares1

“Dip in to any section of this book and you will learn something. High praise, but a true statement.” – William F. Nolan, Logan’s Run

“Not since The Art of War has there been a book more suited to lead you, the storyteller, into (literary) battle.” – Jess Landry

Featuring in-depth articles and interviews by Joe R. Lansdale (Hap & Leonard series), Clive Barker (Books of Blood), John Connolly (Charlie Parker series), Ramsey Campbell, Stephen King (IT), Christopher Golden (Ararat), Charlaine Harris (Midnight, Texas), Jonathan Maberry (Joe Ledger series), Kevin J. Anderson (Tales of Dune), Craig Engler (Z Nation), and many more.

Don’t miss out…
Amazon: http://getbook.at/Nightmares1
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/…/36544568-where-nightmares-come-…

Follow the Where Nightmares Come From Facebook page (https://www.facebook.com/NightmareAnthology/) for regular updates, sneak peeks, links, interviews, and more. Or subscribe to the Crystal Lake newsletter: http://eepurl.com/xfuKP

 

 

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Come to the Painted Stories Reading Today!

It’s one of my very favorite reading series in Vegas. Local authors read their work while local artists paint the scene on canvas right in front of your eyes. It’s insanely cool.

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Brian Rouff, Eric James Miller, and I will be reading some spooky stories to celebrate this dark time of year. I’ll be reading my short story “A Personal Apocalypse”, which is the only Mercedes M. Yardley zombie story to date. It has been called “ethical,” “frightening in its relevancy”, and “hilarious.” So. You don’t want to miss that. 😉

We’ll be signing and selling books afterward, if you’d like to stay and chat.

It’s today, Sunday October 22, from 2-4 pm.

College of Southern Nevada

6375 West Charleston Blvd

K Building, K 101 Auditorium.

There’s a suggested $5 donation at the door. I hope to see you there. And eeeeee! Paintings!

 

My Labyrinth Baby Quilt!

You remind me of the Babe.

My Angry Ginger had one of the cutest babies in the whole entire world, and I’m not saying that because I’m her friend. I know a darling babe when I see one. Her nursery is decorated in Labyrinth, because her parents are insanely awesome and geeky. So I made what I think is my favorite quilt yet, the Labyrinth quilt!

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It’s cute, feminine but not too girlie, and who isn’t in love with those tiny Ludos? I know that I am!

I never in a million years would have thought I’d enjoy making blankets, but I do. I really do. It’s a stress-reliever for me, as long as I’m not under any pressure to do them. And Labyrinth! Do you love it as much as I do?

The Las Vegas Shooting.

I’m going to start out by saying that my family is safe. This is the main purpose for this post, because I want loved ones to know that the Yardley family is accounted for.

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That isn’t the case for everyone, and that’s difficult to wrap my head around. Last night was a panic as the story unfolded. It was a rush of undigestable information, people saying that there were shootings at New York, New York as well as the Mandalay Bay. Friends working on the Strip took cover, or took the back roads to get home. They pulled over and picked up strangers fleeing on foot, driving them away from the screams.

Ambulances were overwhelmed and there was a call for civilians to drive non-critical shooting victims to local hospitals. Locals offered services, like bottles of water or food or rides or places to stay. “I have a couch for someone who needs it. I can fit six people in the basement if you sleep on the floor. I have blankets. I have fresh diapers and baby supplies.”

Of course, there was the ugly, too. The screaming and blaming and shaming before the bodies were even cold. Pictures of corpses innundated Twitter. I couldn’t look. If it was someone I knew, I didn’t want to see them like that. I didn’t want the responsibility of saying, “Oh no,” and being the one to telephone a friend or acquaintance to ask if they had gotten a hold of so-and-so, because I saw a picture that looked so very much like them, and perhaps…

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Now it is morning.  I didn’t sleep last night. Now I’m checking to see if the kids are supposed to go to school today. I’m trying to figure out how to tell my girls about what happened. I don’t know what to say.

My son’s bus driver pulled up half an hour late.

“Are you and your family okay?” I asked him. We looked each other in the eyes, like real people do.

“My niece was at the concert. She hid in the bushes. After I’m done with my route, I need to pick her up.”

This affects everybody. I don’t even know. I don’t know what to say.