Spooklights
Coolest podcast name around, yeah? And, I’m on it now: https://soundcloud.com/user-515499834/19-stephen-graham-jones
Mapping the Interior sample at The Verge
Like the samples you get from the carpet store: just a little patch to take home, hold up here, hold up there, to see if the whole rooms needs to be like this.
StokerCon 2017
It was the best of times . . . and then it got really good. Was here for StokerCon 2017 this weekend: But I never really saw it from that exact angle, or all lit up like that. Really, here’s the angle I saw it from: That’s me reading “Dear Final Girls” at the Shades
Couple-three New Things
The first is a little ten, eleven minute out-loud thing I did at Dink: 122: Stephen Graham Jones, “Insisting on a Dream” The astute will note that I get the issue of Secret Wars I’m talking about there wrong. Sorry. What happened / my excuse? I forgot I was on this panel until about fifteen
Gotta Love Powell’s Books
I mean, because it’s Powell’s Books, of course. But also for this: Also in the pic: Jeremy Robert Johnson, the real Stephen Jones, Lisa Morton, Mr. King
Persistence Hunting
Not talking about the Jeremy Robert Johnson story, although it’s one of my favorites of his, but the kind of endurance running we hominids used to use (used to use more) to run down prey. I mean, of course we did that—it’s what my “Chapter Six” story argues. Also, I’ve read accounts that, in the Great
A Lifetime of Cinema: a Favorite Film for Every Year I’ve Been Around
This idea looked like so much fun that I had to steal it, title and all, from Sean Munger (click here for a pic of him and me and some dude named William Nolan). Also? I’ll try not to steal all his, even though we share the same span of years, and probably had the same
Happy Places
Surely I’m not the only one who keeps pics/cartoons/memes/whatever around to look at every day just because they compel immediate, involuntary happiness? I had said they ‘elicit,’ but that wasn’t nearly aggressive enough. Here’s the one I’ve been laughing at for a few weeks now. It’s never lost any of its punch, so far. It
DINKalicious
Very cool con (#DINKDenver). Some few snaps. Walking in: Opening the first fold-out of the program: Getting to the Hex table: The Narrators panel/event I did: And, maybe obviously, only one of these snaps is from me, other three are nabbed off social media (first is Bret Smith, second’s probably either Josh Viola or Dean Wyant, third’s
Learn Spelling
That right click you can do in Pages, when you finally get tired of seeing those Charlie Brown lips under all the words you make up? Well, I guess it’s Charlie Brown lips in MSWord, but I despise having to open Word, like, a little piece of my soul dies each time I have to
Indians & Wolves
Hey, it’s 2004’s Crash, back in the nineties! Not really. Well, kind of. What happened, I suspect, was someone got tasked with making this music video for the Judds (see: way below), then heard the line  “tribes of men” in there, then made the old Indians-are-in-tribes, aren’t they?-association, and bam, this video was born in
Mongrels & Realtrue SCIENCE
Remember that “Bark at the Moon” chapter? Ordinary people are exploring the secret lives of coyotes — through poop. Yea Coyotes @SGJ72 https://t.co/qxxq19GgEK pic.twitter.com/QNg4uYoSdW — cherylrussell (@cherylrussell) March 21, 2017
Werewolves Out in the World, Part XXVI
All good digests must need, finally, draw to a close. Not a sad close, though. Twenty six? I’d have never dreamed there’d be enough of these for twenty six. And, if you’re starting here and have that desire to click through, here’s the previous twenty five: click to get the dropdown one two three four
Mapping the Interior: the advance copies
Mapping the Interior is sneaking out into the world: That was the Tor offices. This is Twitter, later: New books from @neilhimself @SGJ72 @jasonshiga and Carrie Vaughn. pic.twitter.com/v1oiy8WYrX — Andrew Liptak (@AndrewLiptak) March 23, 2017 And, Ellen Datlow, she without whom Mapping the Interior wouldn’t have ever happened:
All the Pretty Hominids
Back when The Fast Red Road wasn’t called that—this is late 1997, early 1998—the way I intended to write it was as a series of long answering machine messages left in this one guy’s trailer while he’s off gallivanting around with a carnival or something (he’s got pet jackals—this is the kind cool stuff you
Desks
Years back, somewhere around 1997, I’d guess, I asked Janet Burroway, my dissertation director, for her advice on embarking on this whole writing thing. Janet’s answer was pretty much exactly this, from King—don’t wall yourself off from your family in order to write. Rather, write in the middle of them all. [ original page/image is