by the guys over at Booked. I think we were supposed to go in the area of thirty, not more than forty minutes, so, you know, fifty two, that’s us just completely exercising control, I think. but, I mean, we were talking about zombie and slashers and werewolves (a bit), about horror and hospitals, about […]
Back in 2005 or so, I was under contract to write a sequel to All the Beautiful Sinners for Rugged Land — they’re gone now, but they were hot for a while, and produced some gorgeous books, and, as far as I know, did the first ever serious book trailer, too (For Henry’s List of
Read it, dug it, wrote about it over at The Cult. And, yes, very soon here I need to be writing my own werewolf novel. I think I only have two werewolf stories published, but I talk about werewolves enough — and have been thinking about them forever, and trying to be one for longer
got a story in here, with some very cool people, whom I’m about to paste across from guest editor Cameron Pierce‘s post: Feature Novella: The Obsese by Shirley Jackson Award-winner Nick Antosca. Imagine The Birds with obese people instead of birds and you’ll have a slight idea of what this brilliant social satire is all
click the banner to go to the site. right-click the banner to steal it. all looking very cool, very likely.
Reading now: Glen Duncan’s The Last Werewolf. Will this werewolf be the only one to know regret? I’m only about a third through, but that’s a third in hardly any hours, so I’ll know soon. Anyway, completely digging it. Because, you know, it’s about werewolves, but also because it’s written so, so well. And, I
hey, first little bit of my 2014 novel Not For Nothing (Dzanc) is up over at the excellent Dirty Noir. Not For Nothing‘s second-person, small-town detective, and, for the first time, it’s set in the town I mostly grew up in: Stanton, Texas. Was so cool going there again in fiction, on the page. Can’t
Here’s a bit of writing you don’t see much of anymore: Stonehill was not in a quarrelsome mood that morning, indeed he was not snorting or blowing at all but rather in a sad, baffled state like that of some elderly lunatics I have known. Let me say quickly that the man was not crazy.
Some of you’ll remember a bit ago, before the hack, the crash, the switch to another host, I posted a cool excerpt by Pablo D’Stair (which the hack/crash ate, refused to spit back up, and I couldn’t figure how to get a remade version back in-line with the rest, which sucks, but that’s not why
At least at Amazon, . There’s a synopsis on the listing, or, here at DemonTheory, or, I could just tell you that it’s about a unicorn who finds a flower under a rainbow and falls in love with a pirate centaur who’s only interested in her for how well she sings, and he of course
that makes it sound like I’m doing a response to King’s On Writing, yeah? Nope. Only response that book needs is, you know, writing. Anyway, this a series where different writers talk about what ‘reading’ is, or means, or does. And this is my paragraph.
I mean, Pablo D’Stair’s a-reading it, and writing about it for Sri Lanka, here.
It’s probably just me, but I had the hardest time getting into Amelia Beamer’s The Loving Dead. As for why I picked it up in the first place? Aside from that it was definitely ‘zombie?’ AT WHC2011, John Skipp (on an excellent zombie panel) said it was the only zombie fiction he’d read recently that
Finally got on, today. This is me: http://gplus.to/sgj. Digging it so much more than Facebook, too. Once you wrap your head around ‘circles,’ it seems so intuitive, and you wonder why all social media hasn’t been this way. Granted, I suspect you can use Twitter’s lists like this, but nobody was. Also, it’s smart on
I think is my second with them? Though it feels like the third. Not sure. Anyway, click here
In Kyle Reese’s bleak future there’s those Heinlein kind of bugs from space but no Ender to xenocide them away, and, I mean, they walk around in Robocop get-up already and look like Super 8 without it and act like first cousins to the aliens in Titan A.E., chasing a ragtag, Walking Dead band of
Oh, Doghouse, where have you been my whole life? I’m not saying I haven’t been into the other zombie comedies, the Shaun of the Deads, the Dead & Breakfasts, all the way back to Hysterical! and the splatter comedy Romero was kickstarting in Dawn of the Dead, and all the way up to Ahh!! Zombies!
Let the Right One In was a vampire novel we hadn’t seen before, almost like it was trying to be an antidote to things going on in the genre. Not so much a return to form, but a reboot. And then Handling the Undead gave us a completely different kind of zombie, one which is
I mean — I don’t know. But look: Tin Man was 2007, Fringe debuted 2008 each features someone who grew up in a parallel world (Peter, DG) each features someone who has had ‘knowledge’ surgically removed from their brain (Walter, Glitch) each has a ‘mystic man’ (each played by someone with starpower, too: Nimoy, Dreyfuss)
Just a rough list of the e-book issues I can think of. And, I should say up top here that I’m pretty much addicted to my Kindle. So this isn’t an attack on e-books (which — a lot of of those are taking the form of nostalgia, right? like when we went from cassettes to CDs?).
Sex & Nudity A woman is seen naked, from behind, but it’s through two doors, and in the point-of-view of a killer tire, so it’s not really anything you can do much with. Profanity Not excessive, and what’s there’s mostly from the ‘spectators’—the embedded horror-movie audience meant to offer the same objections we would, or
Or: The subject line that comes to mind now that I just finished up the Deadwood series. Or: just to write dialogue like that once, ever. I mean, yeah, it’s all kinds of fakey and staged and overblown, but it’s that kind of fakey and staged and overblown and David Mamet-y that feels like playwrights
