What happens when you challenge a group of fiction writers to take an everyday, normal, ho-hum situation and give it a smack upside the head? The answer is a trip into the sometimes dark, sometimes goofy-but always entertaining-alternate reality we call our minds. These playgrounds in our brains, these forests of many delights, this is where writers dwell. This is where we tend the gardens of the obscure, the weird, the unexpected. This is the state in which authors truly live and breathe, at home among our creations, deeply involved in our worlds and the emotions they elicit from readers. . . and from ourselves. Every moment of every day we are crafting our own realities, giggling to ourselves, or causing our own hearts to skip a beat. Where one man sees a dog, we see a fully-shifted lycanthrope stalking his prey. Where one woman sees a child playing in the sand, we see the world's youngest explorer discovering dinosaur bones or alien artifacts. People don't always understand us or our crazy tales, but we don't mind. We're all proud to call ourselves Blyssfully Abnormal.