Vale Brimstone Press

As many of you will no doubt be aware by now, Brimstone Press is closing down.

I am sad about this for many reasons. I’ve had short stories published by Brimstone, and have had a good working relationship with Shane and Angela with my review work at Horrorscope. They, and their press, have contributed a lot to dark fiction in Australia, and they will be missed. But some things have to come to an end, and I hope that both Shane and Angela will forge ahead with new projects.

All of this means that Brimstone titles are going to become a rare breed. Marty Young has the details on how to purchase copies of existing titles direct from Angela.  May I suggest that you pick up a copy of the Stoker-nominated anthology Macabre and Paul Haine’s new work The Last Days of Kali Yuga.  I’m half tempted to pick up extra copies myself to stop them being pulped.

Mirrored from Stephanie Gunn.

And in other news (aka I say “duh” at myself a lot)

The penny dropped this morning: what I’m dealing with right now is probably not *just* autoimmune issues.  I’m displaying all of the classic signs of severe anaemia.  Fatigue, heart palpitations and breathlessness when I do *anything*.

I stopped my iron supplements a few months ago, figuring that I would see if I could do with just what I got from diet and my multivitamin.  And my body has given me an emphatic answer.

Back on my supplements today, and hopefully in a week or two I’ll be feeling better (though it’ll take a while to get my iron stores back up).  Thankfully, I tolerate the supplements well (have been on and off them for most of my adult life). And of course, I’ll be getting my iron tested next time I visit the vampires.

Thankfully, my mother has been helping me out with the kid, since I’ve been not able to do much but lie on the couch.  I’ve been reading Mappa Mundi (and will be posting at some stage about the author crush I’m developing on Justina Robson right now), but at a very slow pace, mostly hampered by lack of concentration and a headache.  And the kid was awesome and took a three hour nap this afternoon.

No writing, obviously.  What’s the most telling is that I don’t even have the energy to want to write right now.  That’s when I know that I have no choice but to stop and rest.  I’m frustrated at all hell, because I hate seeing days slipping past without being able to achieve anything.

But this will pass.  And in the greater context of the world and what some people deal with daily, it is nothing.  I am here, I am breathing, and I will be creating worlds again soon.

Mirrored from Stephanie Gunn.