Some crazy dude from England contacts me and says, "Hey, let's make a book." Maybe those weren't his exact words, but none of that matters. I say sure, why not, let's make a book. I write a sweet little number for the book called Scoring. It's a love story sort of, but you'll have to buy the book to see what I mean.

Anyway, this crazy dude from England says we're going to make a book. I say sure, I send him my little love story, and I forget all about it. Who knew?

The thing is this: the guy wanted to make an anthology featuring nine writers who had never met in person. Most of us had never even communicated with one another. The only commonality between us was that we had contributed a story or so to the Internet writing site called Short, Scary Tales.

That's it.

And this English guy (who I will now refer to as Paul Fry) decides he wants to take the best of us and put us in an anthology entitled Cold Storage. I can't even recall exact dates. Paul gave them to me at one time and I somehow lost them. It doesn't matter, though. This is what matters. The whole damn project came together in about three months, give or take.

That's it.

Nine writers, an artist, and an established master of terror (Graham Masterton on the introduction) in one anthology, all in the space of about three months.

The English dude pulled it off.

I don't even think Paul realizes my faith in him was a little low in the beginning. That's not a poor reflection on Paul. That's just common sense. After all, what was there to make me think this guy was serious about his proposal, other than the fact that he had a web site? Hell, lots of people have web sites. That doesn't mean they have the drive and ambition to pull something like this off.

But Paul Fry did it.

The English dude did it.

What can I say about the book? You have to read it, that's all there is to it. An anthology of the undead, comprised of a bunch of writers who have never met (since publication of the book, I have communicated with a few of the writers via e-mail), spreading their demented thoughts on paper for the world to see.

That's it.