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Dan is the Bram Stoker-nominated author of Plague of Darkness, Solomon’s Grave, and the critically-acclaimed Margaret's Ark. Writing as G. Daniel Gunn, he released Destroyer of Worlds and the novella (written with L.L.Soares) Nightmare in Greasepaint (Samhain Publishing),. His short stories have appeared in Cemetery Dance, Shroud Magazine, Apex Digest and many more. He and his family live in New England.

Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Back Home, at least...

Well, we have heat in the house, at least on the first floor. The second floor heating system pipes all burst when the warmth reached them (save one - give it time). Janet and the girls are on their way home from my brother and sister-in-law's house, and Andrew... well, my son is currently in the bathroom having an arguement with seals. It's OK. The two girls have both had it - last night was Audrey, night before Amanda. :-) Three down, two to go (me and Janet). Sigh. Seems we've had someone sick on Christmas last three years - there's symbolism in that somewhere.

Still, we're home. Thanks to Mike and Kathleen and the kids for keeping us at their house the past few days, even if we ended up filling their house with a stomach flu virus. And the rest of our families and friends for all the support this past week and a half - special shout out to Paul and Holly Blain who've been watching dog Molly and guinea pig Honey since the power went blinko. And to the Brenners for staying in the same hotel as us so our respective kids didn't go TOO stir crazy. :-)

So everyone will be home for Christmas - one to remember. And it ain't over yet....


Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Ruiniation and Rebirth

Hi, everyone. Living in new England has been interesting lately, if nothing else. Our town was pretty much destroyed by the ice storm which roared through Thursday night. No one in town slept, awake listening to thousands (literally) of trees breaking apart and crashing into power lines, poles, cars and houses under 5 inches of ice. One of those "perfect storms," to use the ironic catchphrase. At the moment we're sequestered in a hotel, and the National Guard has been working 24 hours a day trying to get power back (almost every line is down), and from folks working at the shelter these soldiers and utility workers have been sleeping only a few hours before heading back out. This is what the Guard was made for, and I can't express how grateful, and infinitely impressed, I am for what they're doing and how they're doing it.

Not a whole lot on the writing front, naturally. At the moment the novella Nightmare in Greasepaint L.L. Soares and I are working on is at the top of the To Do list, though finishing up Christmas shopping has been pushed in front of that lately (yea, yea, mixing up my imagery a bit there).

Thanks to everyone for their words of support. It's been an adventure (my son celebrated his 17th birthday in a hotel room yesterday with his sister and another family from town). I think my daughter's going to be celebrating her 14th birthday tomorrow the same way, but what can you do? At least there's a pool.

Oh, and maybe you've noticed if you go to that it now redirects to this blog instead - thought I'd try the Blog As Homepage thing for a while, see how it works...

Talk to you soon, I hope.