We're heading into the last week for Strangely Funny submissions. October 31st is the final day you can send a story for consideration for our annual collection of funny paranormal stories.
Send submissions to firstname.lastname@example.org with “Strangely Funny” in the subject line.
I am trying to reply to subs as they arrive. If you sent us a story on October 19th or earlier, you should have a reply acknowledging the submission. If not, drop me a line.
We're giving away a free copy of Strangely Funny IV on Goodreads! The contest is open to entries from the USA, Canada, and Great Britain, and begins today. The winner will be drawn on August 26th. Details are below.
The last couple of weeks have brought us news of awards. We received news that Murder on the Mullet Express is a medal winner for a Florida Authors and Publishers Association President’s Book Award in the Historical Fiction category! Finalists in the competition do get a medal, and it's a matter of whether we win bronze, silver, or gold. Gwen and I would love to take gold, of course, but we wouldn't be the first gold medal winners in the press. That would be Monstermatt Patterson, who won for Ha-Ha! Horror! in 2014.
The MAHLLC web site also won its own awards recently from Feedspot.com in, naturally, the Mystery and Horror categories. Feedspot collects blogs by categories to help people find their favorite sites and discover new ones. We're happy to be included.
If you're wondering why it's been so long between posts, it's because we've been busy. I said that before, but it's still true. Last year was slow in terms of publication, but productive for our own writing.
We jump-started 2017 with the launch of our novel, Murder on the Mullet Express, and have spent the last two months working on guest posts, interviews, and other promotional activities. We're also hitting the book fairs. That's what you do when you write a book and want it to sell: you get out there and peddle it.
We'll be spending the next two weekends at the Southwest Florida Reading Festival in Fort Meyers and the Venice Book Fair. After that, we'll have a little more time to get Strangely Funny IV to press. We're currently contacting authors about their stories. Once that's done, things with the book should move along nicely.
Other plans for the future: We have at least one single-author collection we'll be publishing this year, and probably one other book once we decide between several other attractive selections.
I'd like to do another anthology, but it may not come to pass. There's only so many books we can do in a year, and we want to spend more time in 2017 focusing on the promotion of all the press' books.
Here at last!
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Someone tried to break into Uncle Percival’s room. Teddy is hung over.
The three of them sat at a small table for breakfast. Cornelia was grateful that none of the other hotel guests had joined them. They needed to figure out who was interested in her uncle and why.
Professor Pettijohn began to order sausage with his eggs.
"That's not a good idea." She indicated Teddy, who was greener than the palm fronds. He wisely switched to bacon.
Cornelia ordered orange juice, eggs, and grits.
Teddy ordered coffee and a bag of ice.
After the waitress left, Cornelia lowered her voice. “Why would someone want to break into your room?”
Pettijohn shrugged. “I brought cash for a down payment. Maybe they wanted it.”
“A number of other people here have cash, too. Probably some brought more than you did, especially the ones in that fancy new hotel. Why you?”
“Maybe they have a list, and it was my turn.”
“I don’t think that’s it. If I were that sort of crook, I would break into a binder boy’s room, not yours,” Cornelia said.
“They wanted to start small?”
She gave him a disgusted look. "Will you please take this seriously?"
The waitress arrived with the coffee and orange juice. She also had a bag of ice on her tray. She handed it to Teddy, who lifted her broad-brimmed hat long enough to tuck it inside.
“There’s my camera,” the professor said. “It’s valuable.”
“Most of the visitors can afford one of their own. If they can afford a winter home in Florida, they can afford a camera. Even one as nice as yours.”
“Perhaps it’s a pair of locals. Men in need of money, and ones who don’t have a car. It’s a fair walk to the new hotel.”
“So, now you’re suggesting they picked you because they were lazy?”
Teddy’s voice, acidic, broke in. “Figure out who they were first. If you know the who, the why might solve itself.”
“Good suggestion,” the professor said.
“I need out of the sunlight,” she replied. “I thought I’d hurry the two of you along.”
“How will we identify these people? What did you see, Corny?”
Cornelia winced at the use of the nickname. “Very little. One was average size, the other was huge. That’s about all I could tell.”
“But you heard their voices.”
“So, we match the voices to the people,” he said. “I think we should do some socializing with my potential neighbors today.”
“Speak more quietly,” Teddy muttered. “I have a fat head.”
The professor ignored her. “Should we begin with the people on our floor?” he asked his niece.
“No,” Cornelia said, “I don’t think they’re staying or working at this hotel. We’ve eaten here every day. I know every voice by now. These men were strangers.”
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