Or,  West Texas, at least, which, for eighteen years, was pretty much all the world I could confirm there was. Once had a hotel in Junction, Texas tell me “You’re in luck, you get the last room.” pic.twitter.com/4WlYxkbMmk — Jason Truitt (@JasonHGTruitt) June 19, 2017
And, you can’t tell, but I’m standing on an actual red carpet, here. My first ever red carpet. Talking to John Palisano before the Stoker banquet on the Queen Mary in Long Beach, for StokerCon 2017.
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
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
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
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
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
Top row: Nnedi Okorafor, Kij Johnson, Steven J. Mariconda and Peter Straub Bottom row: some dude, Ellen Datlow, Richard Stanley and John Jude Palencar Artist: Michael Bukowski
They are here. And I’ll be back. And, another video (interview) coming, from/with them.
panoramic shots of what was once my office on campus at CU Boulder (before the remodel of the building)
Which is to say: where I write. Well, where I write when I’m writing in my study. Where I write when I’m writing in my office (on campus) is here. But, this is home. The door of it, anyway: And this is me standing in the middle of it all, trying to go as fast/slow
Over the many years since I got online, these are the six absolute best things I’ve found. When I need to be happy and don’t have a slurpee, I just click here, and all’s well:
is still James Welch, but now he’s also a Google Doodle. So, so cool, the whole searching world seeing a Blackfeet face when a new tab opens. I vote we keep this one for a while:
I’m going to start this out in a way I’ve never felt I had to start anything out online: this is just me, talking. Not for any of the schools I teach at, any organizations I’m in. Just me, on my personal site. Check the URL up there: it’s my name, one of my book
Racconti is putting it out November 10th or so, here. They’re the publisher with the dead bug: Pretty cool group of people, near as I can tell. And, as the title-in-English loses its punch in Italian, they dialed back to the collection’s original title, “The Meat Tree.” Here‘s their page on it, with the full
Digging through some old boxes, stumbled onto this little pamphlet. Way I remember my first reading, it was for this story “West Texas Dirt” I’d won an award for, in 1994, the last year of my undergrad work at Texas Tech. I guess I must have done this one too, though—with a friend I’d go
This is so right, so real. It’s how you feel, growing up in Texas, then one day leaving. [ from Terms of Endearment ] Then, once you’re somewhere else, this is always playing in all your backgrounds:
I have to share my favorite #BlairWitch anecdote since the (really good) sequel is coming soon. pic.twitter.com/rsOBAsEf1O — BenDavid Grabinski (@realbdgrabinski) July 29, 2016
One of the cooler group-photos I’ll ever get to have been in, I suspect, since, I mean, it’s too late for me to photobomb The Right Stuff or Reservoir Dogs, or sneak into that hot tub with Steve McQueen, or jump off the roof behind Joan Didion’s Vette: And, for reference, here’s the original: So cool
For the thing I’m writing right now, I of course needed info. This is just for today and yesterday, too. Here’s the process: What’s a likely military-cargo plane out of the Middle East?  ➔ called my dad (retired USAF) Where’s John Wayne buried? ➔ asked Google How does a doctor get certified to perform surgery? ➔ facebook-mailed
