tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216854912012-01-21T14:46:51.138-08:00A well accomplished writer, P.S. had so many stories to tell, we had to give him his own space. Enjoy this new style of blog meets fiction!Bob Senitramhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13295475403857638676noreply@blogger.comBlogger1371100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21685491.post-69506277623105162862012-01-21T14:44:00.000-08:002012-01-21T14:46:51.157-08:00

Words are rattling in my soul-That are longing to break free...So here I am a tap-tapping keysin an attempt to make them be!But all that rose to the surfaceIs this awkward and clumsy verse.Should I stop my tap-tapping now,before I make it any worse?When inside they seemed profound...and begged me to be written.Oh they seemed so beautiful!And I was completely smitten.So coffee cup full, I eagerly,

PSGiffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346619566399537176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21685491.post-87431006630727839212011-07-18T15:15:00.000-07:002011-07-18T15:20:29.190-07:00

The Great Shoe Caper This is an absolutely true account, none of the names or facts have been changed to protect the innocent, because there were no actual innocents involved.It was an incredible ten years ago it all happened, almost exactly to today's date. It was my only day off from my work managing a restaurant, a Tuesday, and I decided to do whatever manly man wants to do on his one and only

PSGiffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346619566399537176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21685491.post-46310425762055560472011-06-26T17:37:00.000-07:002011-06-26T17:40:39.613-07:00

The Serial Killer Next Door by P.S. Gifford © 2005________________________________________“There is a serial killer living next door,” Fred tried to explain. “What?” His half asleep wife Hilda replied from their deluxe queen four poster bed.“I said there is a serial killer living next door.” “Go back to sleep,” Hilda scowled revealing her distinct lack of teeth. “You are bloody hopeless!” She

PSGiffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346619566399537176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21685491.post-30405668064302082162011-03-31T14:35:00.001-07:002011-03-31T14:40:59.711-07:00

The prompt was Starlight- and I was thirty nine. It is short and admittedly clumsy- I found it on line- but aspects of it I do appreciate. I admit forgetting all about it. Felt I owed it one more airing. Perhaps, just perhaps I say, it is worthy to revisit, rewrite and let myeself expand upon it. 'What a way to spend my fortieth birthday,' Sam thought as he stared at the flashing calendar on

PSGiffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346619566399537176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21685491.post-92079914325406744202011-02-09T15:52:00.001-08:002011-02-09T16:29:03.640-08:00

Helpful Hints from Helloise"Thanks for all the feedback on last weeks helpful hint 'Be kind to your chainsaw and it will be kind to you.' And Bob in the Bronx- that was a brilliant and rather creative notion you had for eliminating your mother-in-law. Please let me know how it works out for you.Well today s tip is how to remove a dead body from your kitchen floor. I am quite sure that I am not

PSGiffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346619566399537176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21685491.post-15265975779713034362010-10-19T15:41:00.000-07:002010-10-19T15:42:13.826-07:00

Entombed It all began with a bet.I would suspect that a lot of bad things begin with a bet. Well, that combined with an evening down at the pub.This actually did not start at a pub per se, but at a rum shop, the Bajan equivalent. It was after the seventh rum and coke that Paul Griffin pulled out of his pocket a picture his wife had taken of him the day before. The picture showed a very smug; very

PSGiffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346619566399537176noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21685491.post-31049979992020221802010-09-16T16:35:00.000-07:002010-09-16T17:03:28.129-07:00

Words have always been my allies. They have comforted, cared and consoled me during sadness, encouraged, enriched and entertained me at my most dire moments, and supported, sustained and shared in my occasional victories. I have traveled the world, been transported in time and lived in the minds of writers substantially greater than my own. Conversely my own writing has been the greatest of

PSGiffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346619566399537176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21685491.post-67438717250803045002010-08-31T14:35:00.001-07:002010-08-31T14:36:58.679-07:00

KillerConWhat an amazing weekend I had. In fact amazing is quite the understatement. I have to confess I did have concerns as the morning prior to my departure I discover that the location changed. No longer was it to be held at the Palace Station but at the Stratosphere. Now bear in mind that many folks were traveling from distant parts. A quick phone call resulted in my money back from the

PSGiffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346619566399537176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21685491.post-23033872497241760682010-08-31T14:35:00.000-07:002010-08-31T21:31:44.969-07:00

KillerConWhat an amazing weekend I had. In fact amazing is quite the understatement. I have to confess I did have concerns as the morning prior to my departure I discover that the location changed. No longer was it to be held at the Palace Station but at the Stratosphere. Now bear in mind that many folks were traveling from distant parts. A quick phone call resulted in my money back from the

PSGiffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346619566399537176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21685491.post-30959092413997655022010-03-13T13:50:00.001-08:002010-03-13T13:50:29.410-08:00

I have just been in a terrible predicament,A tight spot which I am sure will make the strongest stomached of readers wince.A dilemma which I have also considered but never dared to consider would happen.Well happen it did.I was busying myself in the kitchen preparing my pot of coffee, tomorrow’s lunch for Jonathan and Sarah and putting some meat in the oven for the dogs. I emptied the mornings

PSGiffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346619566399537176noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21685491.post-65224271160864713802010-02-25T12:18:00.001-08:002010-02-25T12:18:30.585-08:00

PSGiffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346619566399537176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21685491.post-41620342492358345482009-09-22T13:42:00.000-07:002009-09-22T13:43:04.501-07:00

What an interesting weekend this turned out to be.To be perfectly frank I wasn't highly motivated about attending- and barely prepared for the trip. Besides I was broke- and Vegas isn’t the cheapest place to hang out at.On Thursday morning, after another of a string of sleepless nights, I dropped off Chester at the boarding kennels and Sir Winston with my father, and loaded up my truck. It always

PSGiffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346619566399537176noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21685491.post-37368010514748626832009-09-10T17:16:00.000-07:002009-09-10T17:54:54.691-07:00

Foolproof plan “It’s a bloody foolproof plan!” Charlie Watkins stated matter-of-factly with the usual upbeat optimistic tone to his voice and then promptly, wit one gulp, downed the last of his pint. He licked his lips in satisfaction, “it simply must work.” Jimmy and Cuthbert intently studied Charlie’s plump red rosy cheeks and rolled their eyes in unison. They had heard those very words

PSGiffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346619566399537176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21685491.post-70893080689357624962009-08-27T13:15:00.000-07:002009-08-27T13:16:44.506-07:00

I did the signing at Dark Delicacies on Thursday night- and whilst everyone else was heading back to the hotel to drink and mingle- I headed home. I live sixty miles or so from Burbank. I took my son to the signing- but I wanted my wife at the Stokers.The signing itself was a hoot- more like a party than anything else. Imagine close to thirty horror writers crammed into the coolest book store

PSGiffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346619566399537176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21685491.post-87431518231038505662009-08-22T14:11:00.000-07:002009-08-22T14:16:47.654-07:00

I have just been in a terrible predicament,A tight spot which I am sure will make the strongest stomached of readers wince.A dilemma which I have also considered but never dared to consider would happen.Well happen it did.I was busying myself in the kitchen preparing my pot of coffee, tomorrow’s lunch for Jonathan and Sarah and putting some meat in the oven for the dogs. I emptied the mornings

PSGiffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346619566399537176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21685491.post-27225705933809051882009-07-28T17:26:00.000-07:002009-07-28T17:28:26.571-07:00

King for a day.by P.S. Gifford“Be treated like a King,” the flashy brochure said about the off the beacon track boutique hotel in Bordeaux. After the last few weeks I felt that I deserved to be treated like a king. My wife left me four weeks ago for the marriage councilor my therapist had advised me to go to. I found myself still paying the mortgage to me three-bedroom semi-detached house in the

PSGiffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346619566399537176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21685491.post-8440663086149440072009-07-05T12:40:00.001-07:002009-07-05T12:40:32.530-07:00

PSGiffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346619566399537176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21685491.post-83881919540791228522009-06-30T10:51:00.000-07:002009-06-30T10:52:06.502-07:00

The ButtonBy P. S. Gifford“Press the F7 button on your keypad for a surprise.” The even toned voiced echoed from the computer’s speakers.“What? Who said that?” Andrew stared his unfinished poem on the screen. The one that was finally get him acknowledged by his peers. “I am your computer Andrew.” The voice replied. “Now please do what I ask and press the F7 button for a wonderful surprise.”“But

PSGiffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346619566399537176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21685491.post-45446542915899617432009-06-18T11:26:00.000-07:002009-06-18T11:35:22.760-07:00

Sid sat at the kitchen table, reading his morning newspaper. He couldn't help but glance longingly at the empty chair across from him, especially as today was May 12th--his 75th birthday."Seventy-five years old," he mused. "Who would have ever thought it?"The day was noteworthy for another reason: the carnival was back in town. In fact, for the past 50 years, the very same carnival made the

PSGiffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346619566399537176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21685491.post-6086907481679260082009-05-13T12:08:00.000-07:002009-05-13T12:11:17.943-07:00

The Further Accounts of the Imaginary Friend — P.S. Gifford The Further Accounts of the Imaginary FriendExpected Release — June 1, 2009Genre: HorrorAuthor: P.S. GiffordRated: RThe Imaginary Friend is back in this long-awaited sequel to THE CURIOUS ACCOUNTS OF THE IMAGINARY FRIEND. For those of you who have yet to make his acquaintance, the Imaginary Friend is the one you conjure up for

PSGiffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346619566399537176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21685491.post-10311532259537294082009-05-13T12:04:00.000-07:002009-05-13T12:06:55.287-07:00

FURTHER ACCOUNTS OF THE IMAGINARY FRIEND to be Released on June 1, 2009 Virtual Tales, a publisher of eBooks, eSerials and trade paperbacks spanning a variety of fiction genres and styles, announced that the simultaneous print and eBook release for THE FURTHER ACCOUNTS OF THE IMAGINARY FRIEND by horror author P.S. Gifford will take place on Monday, June 1, 2009. The book is the highly

PSGiffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346619566399537176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21685491.post-51893545515334774522009-05-11T15:52:00.000-07:002009-05-11T15:58:34.230-07:00

The Message Yesterday was mother’s day. The basic plan was a day of laziness for my wife- who is the hardest working person I have ever known. She awoke yesterday to get the usual cards and chocolates- and our sixteen year old son Jonathan cooked breakfast. My wife had expected me to cook dinner that night- as I am the one who always cooks. However I had something a tad more exciting up my sleeve

PSGiffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346619566399537176noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21685491.post-19549689207215055392009-04-27T13:08:00.000-07:002009-04-27T13:19:36.355-07:00

I am thrilled to announce that my latest book is being printed as I type.Its first public outing will be in Nashville at the wildly entertaining HyperiCon- June 5th-7thCheck out who will be there!Author Guest of Honor Brian Keene Artist Guest of Honor Steven Gilberts Fan Guest of Honor Bob (Outsidecon) Embler Special Filk Guest Kathy Mar Special Author Guests Glen Cook, Jonathan Maberry Author

PSGiffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346619566399537176noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21685491.post-42029970696120498572009-04-27T13:02:00.001-07:002009-04-27T13:07:20.465-07:00

My latest book "The Further Accounts of the Imaginary Friend," is being printed as I type. Its first two public outings wqill be at HyperiCon, with the likes of Brian Keene, John Everson, Alicia Benson, Jonathan Maberry and whole bunch more of amazing talent. For more information check out http://www.hypericon.info/ -Then on June 11th I will be part of another incredible line up of writers

PSGiffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346619566399537176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21685491.post-21601530539318339332009-04-25T17:16:00.000-07:002009-04-25T17:16:13.271-07:00

The first draft of my latest cover...

PSGiffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346619566399537176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21685491.post-71490224976320554092009-04-11T15:39:00.001-07:002009-04-11T15:39:16.800-07:00

PSGiffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346619566399537176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21685491.post-70529374291297425352009-03-26T15:15:00.000-07:002009-03-26T15:17:56.621-07:00

ANTICIPATION By P.S. Gifford "Honey come look what I've wrote, "P.S. Gifford the horror author spoke. His wife ,Sarah, spoke hinting despair . "Okay my love I shall soon be there. But I hope it isn't crammed with gore, blood and guts and the nevermore, with writhing agonies, carnage and death and narrative thieving away my breath. Or of ghastly ghosts prowling the night jolting innocent souls

PSGiffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346619566399537176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21685491.post-27517496636121149642009-03-17T16:57:00.000-07:002009-03-17T17:02:17.136-07:00

Life is rarely dull when you have sixteen year old boy in the house.Now I feel obliged to preface this by saying that Jonathan is typically a very well balanced, good-natured, hard working teenager. But yet hormones and adrenaline along with a constant need to be independent causes dilemmas. Yesterday was a typical point in case.Having just turned sixteen it was mutually decided that he should

PSGiffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346619566399537176noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21685491.post-91524511605234526742009-03-17T16:42:00.000-07:002009-03-17T16:45:36.741-07:00

Life is rarely dull when you have sixteen year old boy in the house.Now I feel obliged to preface this by saying that Jonathan is typically a very well balanced, good-natured, hard working teenager. But yet hormones and adrenaline along with a constant need to be independent causes dilemmas. Yesterday was a typical pint in case.Having just turned sixteen it was mutually decided that he should

PSGiffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346619566399537176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21685491.post-15406163691186747512009-02-23T11:55:00.000-08:002009-02-23T12:00:44.590-08:00

It all began with a bet.I would suspect that a lot of bad things begin with a bet. Well, that combined with an evening down at the pub.This actually did not start at a pub per se, but at a rum shop, the Bajan equivalent. It was after the seventh rum and coke that Paul Griffin pulled out of his pocket a picture his wife had taken of him the day before. The picture showed a very smug; very touristy

PSGiffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346619566399537176noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21685491.post-22703075492432864112009-02-04T13:40:00.000-08:002009-02-04T13:42:20.083-08:00

The Submission By P.S. Gifford Phil Griffin shook his head sharply from side to side, in abrupt harsh gestures. "One day I will show them!" He abruptly blurted out loud as if a volcano of anger had erupted deep in his very being. "I will, I will definitely show them. I will write the most twisted fiction they have ever read. What a marvelous day

PSGiffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346619566399537176noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21685491.post-42823677624883927942009-01-26T18:39:00.000-08:002009-01-26T18:40:17.832-08:00

I have just been in a terrible predicament.A tight spot which I am sure will make the strongest stomached of readers wince.A dilemma which I have also considered but never dared to consider would happen.Well happen it did.I was busying myself in the kitchen preparing my pot of coffee, tomorrow’s lunch for Jonathan and Sarah and putting some meat in the oven for the dogs. I emptied the mornings

PSGiffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346619566399537176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21685491.post-78537219782638537282009-01-20T16:47:00.000-08:002009-01-20T16:48:26.131-08:00

“The Curious Account of San Francisco.”Part one of a link embedded tale of my experience in San Francisco.On Saturday, bright and early, my wife and I hopped in our car and headed north up interstate five. Seven hours later we arrived at our destination- San Francisco, where I was going to have a signing the following day.We were greeted to the city by the awe- inspiring Oakland Bay Bridge (http:

PSGiffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346619566399537176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21685491.post-48367295095376994192009-01-13T11:21:00.001-08:002009-01-13T11:21:15.877-08:00

PSGiffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346619566399537176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21685491.post-58193044022563692052008-12-12T15:56:00.000-08:002008-12-12T15:57:30.470-08:00

The Dentist VisitBy P.S.Gifford.It was on Sunday night when it happened. Whilst I was watching the latest Hallmark movie on CBS, and doing the crying that always accompanies such an experience. I was nibbling on a rather tasty bit of Brie when a crown managed to free itself from one of my back teeth.Now as luck would have it, or otherwise, my sister-in-law is a dental hygienist and has worked for

PSGiffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346619566399537176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21685491.post-74832145353883616772008-12-02T15:28:00.000-08:002008-12-02T15:29:21.472-08:00

The BucketP.S. GiffordAs a boy of eight I had very few toys. However, one thing I played with more than any other object was an old metal bucket. I think it belonged to my grand dad originally. I used to go everywhere with my trusted bucket. In fact bucket boy even became my nickname. I did not mind- everyone I knew had a nickname and most were a lot worse.If I went fishing, I would sit on it, as

PSGiffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346619566399537176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21685491.post-52634305724680551842008-11-13T16:12:00.000-08:002008-11-13T16:13:46.802-08:00

The Great Shoe CaperBy P.S. GiffordThis is a true account, none of the names or facts have been changed to protect the innocent, as there were no actual innocents involved.It was an incredible ten years ago it all happened, almost exactly to today’s date. It was my only day off from my work managing a restaurant, a Tuesday, and I decided to do whatever manly man wants to do on his one and only

PSGiffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346619566399537176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21685491.post-37520631310439079042008-10-31T11:27:00.000-07:002008-10-31T11:28:29.836-07:00

The Pumpkin PatchBy P.S. GiffordIs everybody sitting comfortably boys and girls? Jolly good then I shall begin…Peter Perry’s young pale blue eyes peeled open in pleasure as he peered at all the pumpkins perched about the perfect pumpkin patch.‘Golly gee,’ he thought as his eyes bounced from one pumpkin to the next, ‘which one should I chose for tomorrow?’ There were pumpkins of various sizes,

PSGiffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346619566399537176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21685491.post-54931812491129992922008-10-19T12:25:00.001-07:002008-10-19T12:25:19.881-07:00

This is where I will be signing my books on October 24th!

PSGiffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346619566399537176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21685491.post-67904952462524860432008-10-15T11:36:00.001-07:002008-10-15T11:36:18.351-07:00

PSGiffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346619566399537176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21685491.post-62770607192614321122008-10-13T16:24:00.000-07:002008-10-13T16:24:17.306-07:00

Brokensea - Halloween

PSGiffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346619566399537176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21685491.post-67033896583174702262008-10-10T14:11:00.001-07:002008-10-10T14:11:24.272-07:00

PSGiffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346619566399537176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21685491.post-55547613107904287232008-09-29T15:14:00.000-07:002008-09-29T15:16:15.609-07:00

By P.S. Gifford Suddenly he awoke, stretching lazily. He opened his eyes and looked straight into the glare of the fire which was blazing gleefully within the hearth. Momentarily startled he quickly became hypnotized by the flames as they danced within their prison, realizing he must have fallen asleep in the chair again. After a few more moments of relaxation he from his

PSGiffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346619566399537176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21685491.post-69263182297470809772008-08-26T18:47:00.000-07:002008-08-26T18:50:34.385-07:00

P.S. Gifford shall be signing his two recent books at Dark Delicacies in Burbank on October 24th- for more onformation please visit http://www.darkdel.com/ and click under signings and events...As you see I am with some impressive company.Thanks to everyone for their continued support- I am living out my dream.PaulImagination LandBy P.S.GiffordThe wanderer wondered about his dreams,he wondered if

PSGiffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346619566399537176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21685491.post-16434183583746319692008-08-26T18:42:00.000-07:002008-08-26T18:45:22.294-07:00

P.S. Gifford shall be signing his two recent books at Dark Delicacies in Burbank on October 24th- for more onformation please visit www.dark.del.com and click under signings and events...As you see I am with some impressive company.Thanks to everyone for their continued support- I am living out my dream.PaulImagination LandBy P.S.GiffordThe wanderer wondered about his dreams,he wondered if

PSGiffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346619566399537176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21685491.post-18089993348394921782008-08-13T10:50:00.001-07:002008-08-13T10:50:55.529-07:00

Yesterday was one of the hardest days of my life. I made the difficult decision to have my beloved Tasha- a gorgeous German shepherd/ Collie mix to sleep. She had been vomiting for the last couple of days and they had done all the tests on her. The results came back with about the worst possible news- her kidneys had failed. This meant that she was slowly- and painfully- being poisoned. I was

PSGiffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346619566399537176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21685491.post-70151367454930668112008-07-07T12:18:00.001-07:002008-07-07T12:18:33.134-07:00

PSGiffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346619566399537176noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21685491.post-7747706146841913042008-07-04T16:23:00.000-07:002008-07-04T16:24:29.385-07:00

I can honestly say that HyperiCon was one of the greatest weekends of my life- and it was privelage to be there and be a part of it. It was also wonderful that my fifteen year old son came along. As an aspiring artist he was appropiately inspired- and given some sound advice by some accomplished individuals.Before I go any further I have to say a gargantuan (yes that big-) thank you to Deanna (

PSGiffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346619566399537176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21685491.post-37514586134749087102008-06-09T13:58:00.001-07:002008-06-09T13:58:31.211-07:00

"I would go crazy if I didn't have you..."

PSGiffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346619566399537176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21685491.post-38730058447769387802008-06-02T16:57:00.000-07:002008-06-02T16:58:56.199-07:00

Helpful Hints from HelloiseThanks for all the feedback on last months helpful hint ‘Be kind to your chainsaw and it will be kind to you.’ And Bob in the Bronx- that was a brilliant and rather creative notion you had for eliminating your mother-in-law. Please let me know how it works out for you.Well today’s tip is how to remove a dead body from your kitchen floor. I am quite sure that I am not

PSGiffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346619566399537176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21685491.post-72922285952327653342008-05-15T17:25:00.001-07:002008-05-15T17:25:12.098-07:00

PSGiffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346619566399537176noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21685491.post-84953604806900475242008-05-06T15:50:00.000-07:002008-05-06T15:51:40.589-07:00

MollyIt was on the third anniversary of wife’s death that Molly came into my life. I realized, at age thirty-four, that I could not bear being alone anymore- and dating again was completely out of the question.So off I went to the local animal shelter. It truly tugged my heart seeing all the dogs in their prisons. I seriously wanted to take them all home. However the moment I set my eyes on Irish

PSGiffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346619566399537176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21685491.post-59273567678736683072008-04-09T16:29:00.000-07:002008-04-09T16:30:13.843-07:00

Brick by brickBy P.S. GiffordEd paused from his task and took another long, steady swig from his bottle.“Boy, did I need that,” he said wiping spittle from his chin with the back of his hand, “another forty bricks or so should do it I reckon.”He returned the bottle safely to the ground adjacent to the clutter of bricks. “This is taking longer than I thought it was going to.”With that, and with

PSGiffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346619566399537176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21685491.post-77777244637938096172008-04-08T16:50:00.000-07:002008-04-08T16:50:24.020-07:00

PSGiffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346619566399537176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21685491.post-49441365187192896262008-04-03T16:39:00.000-07:002008-04-03T16:40:43.515-07:00

Long Memories Mary Higgins sat there looking at the screwdriver in her hand and then looked at the body of her dying husband at the site of the new house they were having built. It was a muggy afternoon on the 2nd of August, 1956. She had only married Sam a few months earlier. She supposed it was more to do with family convenience than love. Mary had never loved Sam, never had the slightest

PSGiffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346619566399537176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21685491.post-40338506506081394852008-03-25T18:43:00.000-07:002008-03-25T18:45:20.445-07:00

By P.S. GiffordHave you ever wanted to murder someone? Please, please, read on I am deadly serious.So, have you ever wanted to murder someone?I don’t mean wished them dead…But actually seriously considered the process of killing.. Lay in bed at night and played with the tantalizing concept? Contemplated strangulation, poisoning or a good old-fashioned stabbing?I know that notion undoubtedly makes

PSGiffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346619566399537176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21685491.post-87301425249881969742008-03-13T13:34:00.000-07:002008-03-13T13:35:56.460-07:00

As I feel my stubble on my chin.I stare at my straight-razor,sitting patiently on my sink top.It twinkles menacingly in the neon overhead light.Almost as if trying to communicate with me.But alas,I know all too well-precisely what it is endeavoring to tell me.And I furthermore comprehend,that once I grasp its glorious galvanized handle.I shall feel those intense, overwhelming, delicious desires

PSGiffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346619566399537176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21685491.post-53971507616488731902008-03-12T14:36:00.001-07:002008-03-12T14:36:17.391-07:00

PSGiffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346619566399537176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21685491.post-10666845823319807352008-02-28T19:59:00.001-08:002008-02-28T19:59:44.926-08:00

PSGiffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346619566399537176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21685491.post-4884470242706554652008-02-22T17:02:00.001-08:002008-02-22T17:02:13.035-08:00

Virtual Tales is offering for a limited time only the best price you can get anywhere on these titles, what more it is easy to get a free trial of any story to find one that you like.read more | digg story

PSGiffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346619566399537176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21685491.post-30404445823036861962008-02-21T16:33:00.000-08:002008-02-21T16:34:17.391-08:00

The Yorkshire HoneymoonBy P.S .GiffordOn September 26th 1998 I got married. A date I shall never forget, in fact a date I am terrified to forget if truth be known. Not that I ever would, as it was simply, unquestioningly the single best day of my life…As money was a concern we had decided to get married in Las Vegas, at the Monte Carlo to be precise. Now, I know that the image of Vegas weddings

PSGiffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346619566399537176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21685491.post-49898037629128995622008-02-01T15:48:00.001-08:002008-02-01T15:48:25.790-08:00

PSGiffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346619566399537176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21685491.post-5195028219545846712008-02-01T10:37:00.001-08:002008-02-01T10:38:05.567-08:00

http://www.psgifford.com/Sounds/BSAP_ThePlight.mp3This was done by the very talented folks over at www.brokensea.comENJOY!Paul

PSGiffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346619566399537176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21685491.post-69658222006699091642008-01-17T12:43:00.000-08:002008-01-17T12:44:21.933-08:00

I am sure that everyone remembers that first kiss.I don’t mean the first time your lips touched another’s…But that first genuine kiss, when sparks ignited,and all at once, two souls combined albeit momentarily.Chances are that person is out of your life now,Perhaps even thousands of miles away…Yet, that memory shall live on for always, just as strong as ever, and you shall cherish it.And you

PSGiffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346619566399537176noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21685491.post-9599214167021706242008-01-03T17:43:00.001-08:002008-01-03T17:43:06.374-08:00

PSGiffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346619566399537176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21685491.post-58662155335813999642007-12-14T16:02:00.001-08:002007-12-14T16:02:52.131-08:00

PSGiffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346619566399537176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21685491.post-90250088027647832032007-11-29T18:12:00.000-08:002007-11-29T18:14:48.446-08:00

Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the land-Were people busy shopping, unlike they had planned.Yes they’d intended to go early- not get caught unaware so in the malls all the last minuters assembled there.The smart ones were nestled all snug in their beds, as visions of paper-backs danced in their heads;And there I sat, with my wife on my lap,all settled in for a cozy night’s

PSGiffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346619566399537176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21685491.post-25257530645049834062007-11-20T16:30:00.000-08:002007-11-20T16:32:17.319-08:00

Twas the night before Thanksgiving.P.S. GiffordTwas the night before ThanksgivingAnd all through the farmcame smells of pies baking;pumpkin, apple, and pecanWhen armed with me gunOut to the yard I wentTo inform our turkeyhis last day had been spentBut he looked up at meWith that sad turkey lookAnd as I raised the gun-he just began to cluck.I just couldn't do itIt just wasn't right!So I put down

PSGiffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346619566399537176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21685491.post-35170148931801774152007-11-19T16:35:00.000-08:002007-11-19T16:35:25.545-08:00

http://www.ritzpix.com/net/Albums/viewimage.aspx?album=A01A628A390871385C6AB14DE4A7E1FAAB2F831C6F347B103DA4A594C9913D2C&photoid=78725220&p=1

PSGiffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346619566399537176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21685491.post-7173127984952124322007-11-08T13:26:00.000-08:002007-11-08T13:30:07.057-08:00

What are you afraid of?” Yes you reading these words quietly to yourself... “What are you afraid of?”Perhaps you have heard of me and are familiar with my style of storytelling. I do seem to requiring a reputation for my writing you know. Maybe you are even one of those wacky stalker types that I seem to have attracted; folks who relish in sending me gushing emails praising both me and my work,

PSGiffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346619566399537176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21685491.post-3442844053583671642007-10-24T17:57:00.001-07:002007-10-24T17:57:52.212-07:00

PerceptionBy P.S. GiffordThe grey walled, windowless, auditorium, full of first year fidgety psychology students, went silent as the lights were dimmed.Professor Henderson, standing behind a podium at the front of the class, cleared his throat into the microphone, which echoed through the room. A hundred pairs of young eyes idly observed the thin aging man standing in front of them. He was

PSGiffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346619566399537176noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21685491.post-91358618057640450632007-10-11T19:20:00.001-07:002007-10-11T19:22:06.670-07:00

Check it out- plus so much more...www.brokensea.comI have a new story up as an audio drama each Thursday until the end of the month.PS GiffordOh and my first book is at the printers- for more info check out my website!www.psgifford.com

PSGiffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346619566399537176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21685491.post-13993114757177633282007-10-04T18:09:00.000-07:002007-10-04T18:10:24.282-07:00

Whoever said that history repeats itself was bang on the money. I am sitting here, with a mouthful of gauze after spending three and a half hours at the dentist.Now, I am British, but please refrain from the clichéd jokes about our teeth and food.But, I did have a crown on one of my upper teeth, which twice a year invariably came off and I would go and have it cemented back in place.Well, last

PSGiffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346619566399537176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21685491.post-41032247884691852362007-10-01T14:31:00.000-07:002007-10-01T14:34:19.580-07:00

The Tree of HopeP.S. GiffordI shall never forget that particular Friday afternoon in April1976. I was just a tender and impressionable eleven years old that was my final year at Whitecrest primary school. It is an enchanted age being eleven, just beginning the haphazard evolution into adulthood, but yet still containing enough innocence and make-believe that is so sacred to childhoods.Our middle

PSGiffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346619566399537176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21685491.post-9687887309160502262007-09-18T16:52:00.000-07:002007-09-18T16:55:07.471-07:00

Bad water...By P.S. GiffordThere is surely something wrong with our water supply,for when I awoke this morning my mouth was so dry.My head it did ache, and a felt a little sick,I suspect it was bad water that was the cause of it.So tonight when I drink my fine scotch and water,I shall drink my six measures just as I ought to.No water will be added-not a single drop.And hopefully these bad

PSGiffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346619566399537176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21685491.post-48927020541716052692007-09-10T18:55:00.000-07:002007-09-10T18:57:12.080-07:00

Hear our teaser trailer ....http://www.brokensea.com/BSAP_HalloweenTeaser.mp3http://www.psgifford.com/news.htmlFeaturing the poem "All Hallows Eve" by PS GiffordSeveral of my stories will be featured as audio plays.www.psgifford.com

PSGiffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346619566399537176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21685491.post-67228568726326682972007-08-30T11:17:00.000-07:002007-08-30T13:19:19.839-07:00

By P.S. GiffordAs soon as we both saw the old wooden hand painted sign proclaiming the hotel's name as The Ivy Inn we knew it was going to be the perfect place to stay, and we set off from the main road and along the long gravel driveway. Earlier that morning we had spontaneously decided to take a mini vacation, just the two of us. After quickly throwing a few things together, we dropped our

PSGiffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346619566399537176noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21685491.post-45646740873318317312007-08-07T08:16:00.000-07:002007-08-07T08:19:01.524-07:00

By P.S. GiffordIt was on a chillingly cold and crisp October early morning several years ago that our peculiar tale began. Although perhaps there is a valid argument to be had for it actually beginning the moment we decided to spend the night in such a place, back in California. Sarah, my wife, and I awoke simultaneously, huddled in an embrace. The moonlight shimmered hauntingly through faded

PSGiffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346619566399537176noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21685491.post-53574090248425684402007-07-24T16:23:00.000-07:002007-07-24T16:24:10.040-07:00

I willingly burn for you...By P.S GiffordGod you're hot.-And hotter today than ever before.You are all I ever think about,You are my passion,My very reason for being...I dream of our fleeting time together.It gets me through my day,You are my drug.I need you.Oh how I want you.Crave you.You tantalize all of my senses,making me truly feel alive.You torture as much as please me.Yet, that surely is

PSGiffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346619566399537176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21685491.post-53998777853921556932007-07-05T10:00:00.000-07:002007-07-05T10:09:48.594-07:00

By P.S. GiffordPaul Stanton was at breaking point. The truth of the matter in fact was that Paul had been close to breaking point now for several years… Years of being the underdog, years of being passed by for promotion, and years after years of being a sad little yes man. Three decades of persecution had had a marked effect on the once mild mannered docile Paul. He had begun at the insurance

PSGiffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346619566399537176noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21685491.post-90358655914857266112007-06-20T11:11:00.000-07:002007-06-20T11:15:00.277-07:00

By P.S.GiffordMr. Philips looked despondently at his beloved Border terrier as he carried him in his arms from the taxi to the vet’s office door. That morning the inevitable had finally happened -his beloved companion’s legs had finally given up. As he scratched his best friends head affectionately tears welled up in his eyes. “We have had fifteen years old boy, you can’t expect anymore than that

PSGiffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346619566399537176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21685491.post-67812468999363239812007-05-30T00:02:00.000-07:002007-05-30T00:03:25.812-07:00

The L.C.D clock flashed 1:17. Evan stared at it without a flicker with any indication of emotion evident on his unshaven face.‘I wonder if it is morning or night,’ he pondered to himself as his eyes darted around the perfectly square ten foot by ten foot room.“Fuck, does it even matter anymore…Does anything matter?’He grunted as he eased himself up from the futon he had been resting on, and made

PSGiffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346619566399537176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21685491.post-90544055004823610062007-05-16T16:39:00.000-07:002007-05-16T16:42:41.772-07:00

Murder he wrote.By P.S. GiffordI suppose, in hindsight, that plotting to kill my wife was not a very good notion from the get go. However, it had all seemed so damned clear in my mind a few days ago. The delicious idea came to me whilst we were watching a rather gripping repeat of the classic television show Murder she wrote. This particular episode was all about how a man had killed his cheating

PSGiffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346619566399537176noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21685491.post-41542845003186711542007-05-09T17:42:00.000-07:002007-05-09T17:44:10.030-07:00

Brick by Brick...By P.S. GiffordEd paused from his task and took another long, steady swig from his bottle.“Boy, did I need that,” he said wiping spittle from his chin with the back of his hand, “another forty bricks or so should do it I reckon.”He returned the bottle safely to the ground adjacent to the clutter of bricks. “This is taking longer than I thought it was going to.”With that, and with

PSGiffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346619566399537176noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21685491.post-29359515837668952462007-04-24T12:38:00.000-07:002007-04-24T12:47:16.349-07:00

A horror writer, so partial to wordplayAlways knew precisely what to say-He was never perplexedAt what words to say nextUpon dying, thanked those carrying him away P.S. Gifford has been having health problems for the last few weeks. But never fear, kind hearted, brilliant, well -rounded readers...He soon shall be back with a new story right here at Paperback Writer. Furthermore, rumor has it,

PSGiffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346619566399537176noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21685491.post-9201926106537518232007-04-06T08:56:00.000-07:002007-04-06T09:00:10.121-07:00

Jacob Nichols pulse quickened as he carefully examined the battered face glaring back at him. He squirmed uncomfortably at the undeniably evil features- everything from the tired blood shot eyes, the chipped yellow front teeth, to the three inch scar on the left cheek revealed a life time of wickedness and unimaginable crime. Taking a deep breath Jacob caressed the revolver within his clammy,

PSGiffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346619566399537176noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21685491.post-39173543880817547372007-03-30T08:38:00.000-07:002007-03-30T08:39:42.667-07:00

http://www.mobipocket.com/en/eBooks/category.asp?CategoryID=74&Name=HorrorWonderful book ! by Faye Sizemore on 29 March 2007 (note 5/5)P.S. Gifford is a writer who will escort you, unknowingly, to an unprecieved destination leaving you in awe of his devices used to transport you there ...This is not a book to be missed!Highly praised on 26 March 2007 (note 5/5)I can’t believe the imagination of

PSGiffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346619566399537176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21685491.post-37275411875524814752007-03-21T18:01:00.000-07:002007-03-21T18:03:03.408-07:00

http://www.brokensea.com/BrokenSea/Twinkle_Twinkle.mp3

PSGiffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346619566399537176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21685491.post-43476166538108476022007-03-05T11:11:00.000-08:002007-03-05T11:14:06.588-08:00

The Extraordinary Case of the Killer Tits of Derby.By P.S.GiffordHilda Weatherspoon was the sort of woman men ogled in women’s underwearadverts. At twenty-four she was most red blooded chap’s idea of the perfectwoman. Well, at least until she opened her mouth…Harry Smith, in sharp contrast, was a balding, well rounded, fifty threeyear old, successful businessman. He had been manufacturing tooth

PSGiffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346619566399537176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21685491.post-1172266163513293272007-02-23T13:28:00.000-08:002007-02-23T13:29:23.533-08:00

By P.S.GiffordWallace Montgomery slumped at his kitchen table dressed in nothing more than grayish white boxer shorts. The girth of his behind overflowed on the wicker chair. In front of him were three empty “big boy” frozen breakfast containers. The stink of putrefaction that permeated his kitchen had been softened by the scent of imitation maple syrup, waffles and bacon. He rubbed his uncovered

PSGiffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346619566399537176noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21685491.post-1171497852503339592007-02-14T16:03:00.000-08:002007-02-14T16:04:12.503-08:00

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cmLbD-rqrB0&feature=PlayList&p=C46DD2D0474525C9&index=0me on you tube. I know many of you must have wondered what I look and sound like- Now is your chance to find out...PSG

PSGiffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346619566399537176noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21685491.post-1170707685341481602007-02-05T12:34:00.000-08:002007-02-05T12:34:45.356-08:00

I was startled yesterday by a knock on my front door. And so surely must have been the poor person knocking, as, not used to disturbances, both my large knocks hurled themselves barking ferociously to the glass of the door.By the time I had gotten myself there, contained the excited canines, and opened the door, there was no sign of the knocker. However lying on my welcome mat, sat a small

PSGiffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346619566399537176noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21685491.post-1170172776220504932007-01-30T07:59:00.000-08:002007-01-30T07:59:36.223-08:00

Robbie studied his metallic face in the mirror. He looked intently at the cold unemotional face staring back at him. ‘I am such a fine looking robot,’ he thought, ‘surely the finest the world has ever seen.’ He trundled to a black lacquered book case and gazed at the books. His eyes fell on an Isaac Asimov anthology. ‘I love it when I read his stories,’ he thought. '

PSGiffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346619566399537176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21685491.post-1170172702545729672007-01-30T07:57:00.000-08:002007-01-30T07:58:22.566-08:00

Robbie studied his metallic face in the mirror. He looked intently at the cold unemotional face staring back at him. ‘I am such a fine looking robot,’ he thought, ‘surely the finest the world has ever seen.’ He trundled to a black lacquered book case and gazed at the books. His eyes fell on an Isaac Asimov anthology. ‘I love it when I read his stories,’ he thought. '

PSGiffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346619566399537176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21685491.post-1169515694944854122007-01-22T17:25:00.000-08:002007-01-22T17:28:14.956-08:00

By P.S. Gifford David Grainger opened his eyes, and automatically glanced at his wristwatch, all at once a complete panic overwhelms him, as he remembered what a special day it was. As the rain beat against the shutters, he knew that he had no choice but to face his darkest fears. Today was going to be a living nightmare, and his options were now very limited. Scrambling out of his bed he

PSGiffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346619566399537176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21685491.post-1168558394100776182007-01-11T15:30:00.000-08:002007-01-11T15:33:14.113-08:00

In the annual preditors and editors voting I am currently holding down the number two spot in both the Horror novel and short horror fiction categories- Just a few more votes might cement me a win.I wrote a poem for the occasion:You might consider this bold of me,how I am handling my self publicity.But if you cast a vote my way,oh how much it’ll make my day!Just a few seconds, is all I ask,For

PSGiffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346619566399537176noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21685491.post-1167937220489254312007-01-04T10:59:00.000-08:002007-01-04T11:00:20.506-08:00

I know I have been here before-but not in this physical body.I know that I have experienced this before-but not with my current mind.I know that I have lived this before-Long, long ago, before the present I was even bornSomewhere deep in my darkest consciousnessEmbers of memories were once more beginning to flame.Images of previous occurrences,were beginning to form frantically in my present

PSGiffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346619566399537176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21685491.post-1166806509765375012006-12-22T08:54:00.000-08:002006-12-22T08:58:13.593-08:00

http://www.journeytotheunknown.com/interviews.htmInterview with P.S. Gifford - Horror WriterP.S. Gifford is a horror writer presently residing in Lake Forest CaliforniaVisit his site at www.psgifford.com How old were you when you first became inspired to write?I learned to read at an unusually young age- and from the age of seven or eight was always to be found lost in a book and my glasses

PSGiffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346619566399537176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21685491.post-1166298620413101042006-12-16T11:49:00.000-08:002006-12-16T11:50:20.436-08:00

By P.S.Gifford So I did it. I bloody well pulled it off. I catered my very first bridal shower.After weeks of planning, careful and otherwise, and two hectic days of preparing food, the day is over, and furthermore I am still alive to relay the account...Our invitation stated, “Victorian inspired English tea party, and sport your finest hats.”I had no idea what the implications would be of such a

PSGiffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346619566399537176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21685491.post-1165938621813237202006-12-12T07:49:00.000-08:002006-12-12T07:50:21.840-08:00

So I did it. I bloody well pulled it off. I catered my very first bridal shower.After weeks of planning, careful and otherwise, and two hectic days of preparing food, it is all over, and furthermore I am still alive to relay the not very thrilling account..The invitation stated, “Victorian inspired English tea party, and sport your finest hats.”I had no idea what the implications would be of such

PSGiffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346619566399537176noreply@blogger.com0