Carey Burns

"Letters From the Dead" is now available on Amazon here . My letter is #51 and I couldn't be prouder to be included in this anthology. I ordered a copy for myself and am anxiously awaiting my contributor's copy. It has been a rather bad week for me, writing-wise. My shoulder/neck/arm trouble seems to have gotten worse and the physical therapy is painful and just saps my strength. I'm hoping a weekend of rest will give me that much needed spark again. Here's hoping...

I'm a compulsive list maker. Going on a trip? I make a list of items to pack...things I might want to do... Feeling hungry? I make a list of menu options and then ingredients I'd need to shop for. House a little messy? I make a list of cleaning duties for each room. And just now? That was a list, wasn't it? So Tuesday I made a list of all the things I needed to do this week but when I got home, I got some pretty devastating news about a loved one's passing. It knocked me on my butt. I just kinda sat for a while, dazed. Nothing on the list got done. This is actually the first thing I've even written so those short stories I wanted to submit this weekend sit untouched and lonely and my house is filthy and I have no food in the house but you know what? None of it matters because life is full of things that'll derail all of our plans.

Haha, that's right "Letters From the Dead" is live on https://www.createspace.com/3443967 !!! I'm still gonna buy a copy, even though I get a contributor's copy...I can't wait! Oh, and it should be available on Amazon sometime next week too. *runs of squealing with delight*

"Gone Fishing" Copyright 2010 by Carey Burns Prissy jumped down from Veronica's lap and skittered to the front of the fishing boat, her paws on the side rail as she barked at the kids fishing on the shoreline. "Von, will you keep that ratty dog quiet? She's scaring away the fish." Sam reeled in his slack line, wishing he would have left her and that damn dog of hers at home instead of letting her weasel her way into his fishing trip with Bailey. Baily Evers was the only reason Von had any interest in fishing and she flirted with him mercilessly in the truck and for the first hour on the lake until Sam told her to shut her silly mouth. Since then Veronica sat sulking with Prissy whimpering in her arms. Bailey chuckled. "Maybe we can hang ol' Pris over the edge and see if there really are barracuda in this lake." He tilted back his Dodgers' cap and wiped the sweat from his brow, squinting as he stared off across the lake. "Should we

I went over my novel one last time and tonight I shall print it up so I can put in the hands of an "expert" in criminal justice and forensics. Even if she doesn't like it, I hope the forensic content will be accurate and she won't find any glaring errors. Or even any glancing errors. *worries* This has to be the year I really try to sell the hell out of that novel. In other news, watching a double feature "Day of the Dead" and "Dawn of the Dead" has rekindled a zombie story I started that kinda fizzled out. Good times! That and I got to scare the bazeezus out of the hubby last night during the movie. It is fun to be evil sometimes!

It looks like Letters From the Dead might go live sometime next week--I'm so excited! This'll be the first thing I've written published in an actual book! The front and back covers are amazing...here's what they look like: I love the blood... In other news, The Scroll of Anubis is closer to print as well and here's the color cover: Despite being in pain and groggy from my bum wing, I'm so excited about this!!!

I woke Saturday morning to a horrible pain burning from my shoulder to my elbow and then down to my wrist. My first reaction was I hurt myself somehow and found a few strange bruises but they weren't tender so then I realized: my tendinitis must be back. Why? I don't know. For how long? Beats me. All I know is I'm in agony and I have no pain pills. I'm lucky that way I guess. Typing hurts. Writing hurts. Sleeping hurts. Resting my arm on my desk hurts. Time to phone the doctor. Not The Doctor. Unless it is David Tennant.