First story in a while

I had an idea a month ago about the effects of a large advertising hoarding, bolted onto the side of an apartment block, one that showed all singing, all dancing neon ads. What would happen to the tenants inside, so close to all that electricity, all that static? What would happen during the day, when the ads were switched off? Ooh...

And so was born "Chicago String Quartet", my first story in three months. I've subbed to Day Terrors, a terrific looking anthology from Harrow Press.

Here's hoping...and waiting.