A Funny Thing Happened While I Had The Flu

Being in writing mode is the most euphoric feeling in the world. Okay, maybe that's an exaggeration - but, for a writer, it ranks up pretty high. When you're writing down the bones, rattling off dialog, and plowing through the chapters, you hit this point like a runner's high - I'll call it a writer's high. However, invariably something comes along that knocks you off the rails, blows the engine, and sends you rolling and tumbling like a cartoon coyote.
 
At about the 30,000 word mark in Nine Fingers, I had a run in with the flu that left me on my back for a week. I didn't write a word, heck I didn't even keep up with my email.
 
Which is why I didn't know until late last night that my story, Night Train, had been chosen for an Editor's Choice Award by A. Henry Keene in the excellent anthology "Terror Train".
 
Terror Train is available from Amazon.com in both Kindle and Paperback versions.
 
 
From the description: The Terror Train rides, from city to city, from village to village, through states, across rivers and mountains. If only it could tell its tales of grisly murder, of demonic pacts, black holes into different dimensions and portals to other realms where the ghosts of train robbers hunt in perpetuity for that elusive bullion filled carriage that cost them their immortal souls. Behold the terrors the train has witnessed, see firsthand the horrors it has lived through and when you get on board, pray, pray you've entered the right one, on the right track, the one that does not lead to oblivion...
 
It was an honor to even be considered for the anthology, which includes excellent stories from legends such as William F. Nolan ("Logan's Run"), and a host of talented writers and poets from around the world. It's been an amazing experience to be in their company.
 
Congratulations also go out to Editor's Choice Award Winner Mary Genevieve Fortier for her excellent poem "Midnight Train"!
 
My heartfelt thanks to phenomenal editors A. Henry King and Krista Clarke Grabowski, the great publisher James Ward Kirk, and the legion of talented writers who poured their heart and soul into their stories and poems - you should all be proud of yourselves.
 
Tony Bowman

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