Hey, this tweet got enough hearts that, were it Link, he’d now be functionally immortal. But I guess this is A link, anyway: Never know if you don’t try pic.twitter.com/OIncv7WrqJ — Stephen Graham Jones (@SGJ72) July 21, 2018 Anyway, yes, I subscribe to that philosophy. It’s a big reason I have so many scars, so […]
#Denver #tractor #slowspeedpursuit pic.twitter.com/jBQTEzlK9o — garbuckle (@gazucci) July 21, 2018
The hard copies arrive. Very cool. “Love is a Cavity I Can’t Stop Touching” is in here. Cute little story about teenage love, and all that comes after.
And a big wave hello to the 2019 Guests of Honor @TananariveDue and @SGJ72! We’ll send out an update when online membership purchase is ready to go! [E] #ReaderCon — readercon (@readercon) July 15, 2018
Cool pack of books and writers to be running with: Fear Not – LJ Genre Spotlight on Horror
Man, looks like I’m just embedding tweets here all day—I did just wrap an extensive novel rewrite about five minutes ago—but, here’s another one, a good one, an important one: Dear person who decided to upload an e-ARC of THE GIRL IN THE GREEN SILK GOWN to an illegal download site more than a week
A story of mine that ran on Gamut a while back. It’s in here now: Change forces us into the light or the dark. Dusk is in between. It defends the light from the dark. Where things go well. Or where they go very, very bad… SUSPENDED IN DUSK II, edited by @herodfel, with @SGJ72
Thinking this goes for fiction as well: Charles Bukowski on writing poetry pic.twitter.com/ZbRQHK4lG6 — Poetry Is–@VVanGone (@PoetryIsPoetry) June 30, 2018
Tom Paris, saying aloud the creed I live by, pretty much. And? This is my only persistent problem with intergalactic humans in stories: they always come out of warp at some Mos Eisley of a truckstop and just eat whatever’s being served. I can’t help but think that would be instant death. Not just of
Or, one of my books has, maybe: Anyway, he’s my new favorite fighter. Thanks to Bill Wetzel for headsup.
Which is what Mongrels would be, I imagine. All werewolf stories walk through blood. Cool write-up from Paul Downey: Mongrels by Stephen Graham Jones review
Stumbled onto this Vamp poster on Twitter, which got me thinking of The Howling novel cover, and now I’m just wishing there were covers as good for any version of The Mummy. There’s wonderful amazing stuff in places like this or this or this, but, man, for me, it’s when the art and the title combine
Every year when I cobble together some best-of-the-year list from half-remembered this and that, I always end up remembering stuff from the last few months instead of the whole year, and feeling like that’s all unfair. So, in an effort to work around that, and trusting that I actually come back and LOOK at this in five months, but mostly because I’m just now thinking of it, here’s my favorites so far:
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Matthew Vaugh on It Came from Del Rio, The Ones that Got Away, and Growing Up Dead in Texas—and this is from . . . 2012, maybe? Just showed up on Twitter, anyway. Or showed up again, not sure. Either way, very kind, much appreciated: My triple Stephen Graham Jones Review
Man, just like with Ready Player One, Wolf in White Van, and a lot of others from the past . . . four, five years? this one’s also kind of “of my age group.” Meaning: I was twelve in 1984. So of course I’ll see this—I mean, I think I’d be there just for the
It’s Becky Spratford, star librarian, laying down all the horror: https://reviews.libraryjournal.com/2018/06/best-of/best-genre/fear-not-genre-spotlight-horror/
Was a good time last night. My first time at the Mercury Cafe, too (Boulder people don’t get to Denver too often—it’s weird, I know, but neither do Denver people trek out here to Boulder much either). Meaning, I didn’t know what door to use, meaning: of course I ended up circulating at a wedding
I did not know this about Appetite for Destruction. Fucking CDs I tell ya. pic.twitter.com/pZ6Pt8Z9rP — Ben Robertson (@BenRobertson) June 29, 2018
It’s of a world without Harlan Ellison, yes. It’s all different because of him. And, no, I never met the guy, or, I only knew him on the page, but, too, I kind feel that that’s where you can know someone the best. Anyway, here’s my favorite two Ellison write-ups, one from before yesterday, one
This originally ran on Spinetingler back in 2012, when Growing Up Dead in Texas was new. Now Spinetingler’s gone gone gone, though, and somebody got hold of me, asked where was this, and . . . I’m not so sure, really. But I did dig this up from an email. It’s some version of what went up at Spinetingler lo those many years ago. From a. URL I found for it, the first part of the title, evidently, was “That Pink Light at the End of the Tunnel,” but then some URL clipper, you know, clipped it, so I don’t know how it ended. Something with PKD maybe? Hopefully?
Anyway, here’s the paste-in:
Clicking through stories for bad links, I refound this one, and, man, it’s got to be the coolest-formatted story I’ve ever had come up on these internets. I wrote this story back in . . . I’d guess about 2001, maybe? Possibly even earlier. Cool it’s still around: And, that’s just a screencap. Click it
https://www.tor.com/2018/06/27/five-indigenous-speculative-fiction-authors-you-should-be-reading/
Well, really, links plural, but the visual gag doesn’t work in the plural: [ lou93Â @ deviantart] Anyway, just took a fast and dirty click-tour through the Stories category here, and, man: lot of ancient, broken, go-nowhere junk. Sorry about that. Should have cleaned it up years and years ago. Hopefully will get to the other
