Was an honor Friday to speak to . . . I don’t know, four sets of about fifty or sixty kids at a time, I guess (I say ‘kids,’ yeah, but some of them tower over me, and I’m a bit not-short myself). Peak to Peak Charter School, over in Lafayette. Got to talk Stephen […]
Good time this weekend in snowy Santa Fe. That’s me in the slash hat. What you can’t see? There’s slashers all on the hatband: Guess Ghostface is kind of criminally tilted (sorry, Billy and Stu), and the jewel of them all is the werewolf, but slashers on a Slash hat is the real joke. Werewolves?
Anybody needs me tomorrow night, I’m in Santa Fe, wearing a whacky hat, most likely (because: any excuse): http://jeancocteaucinema.com/event/mad-hatters-and-march-hares/
And this time, CU put together the coolest little trailer ever: Click here for more info.
My . . . second time to do this, maybe? Always a good time. Some few snaps I searched up, from the three panels I was on: And a couple more, from Bret Smith:
Think I’m gonna have to make this an annual thing. Great time this long weekend, starting with me getting to my first panel late: It was “Haunts & Nachos,” but really it was Travis Heerman and me just answering any and all horror questions we could for an hour, whilst it rained and stormed outside—this
have been full of events. Feels like I haven’t been wheels-down since Denver Comic Con, about. Had three deadline stories to jam down along the way, and trying to finish a novel besides. But, of course: wouldn’t have it any other way. Anyway, at Tattered Cover Lodo . . . last week, I think it
I remember, roundabout . . . 2009, 2010? sitting in the back room of a comic book shop with a lot of the people who would go on to make DCC, and we were talking about what if we did something, some event, do we think anybody would come? Turns out, 115K people will, yep.
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.
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
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
With no variant covers! What you saw was what you got: [ wish I knew who drew this like it was nothing, when, actually, it’s everything ] You know George RR Martin tells that story of having the first ticket to the first comic con? That’s how getting to be a guest here feels to me: like
Looks like this is the second Stanley Hotel post I’ve done here (the first). This time it’s for teaching, though. Also? Every single place I go on CU campus—bulletin boards, monitors, displays—I’m looking back at me: This is that click. And, for the media fun, here it is on the front page of Boulder’s Daily Camera,
Was so cool A) to get to intro it, and B) to get to SEE it on the big screen. I mean, was cool just even seeing it on the wall (I’m like Cher in Colorado, yes: just one name): [ That snap’s by Christopher Rosales ] And, yeah, that poster: I guess I see
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
Was a good signing line for this last night. It’ll forever be my first comic book signing line, too. And this’ll forever be my . . . first published comic project, I guess (“Werewolves on the Moon,” a chapter of Mongrels adapted to a ten-page comic, is coming out in an anthology at some point,
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
Really, I think I have a stash of pics from another Mongrels thing, but now I can’t remember where. But I know I have these two anyway, as they’re from the last couple days. First was up in Fort Collins, with HEX-author Thomas Olde Heuvelt. And, Olde’s not a middle name, that’s just the first part
It’s happening ON A SHIP. In CALIFORNIA. I’m THERE, GoH’ing. Click HERE for that.
This is from Murder by the Book—which shuttered up as soon as I was done, as the rain was coming down, and Houston’s understandably pretty water-shy this summer, and where we were was evidently a place that goes lake just when the humidity gets high enough. That’s the with-specs shot. Here’s the without,where I suspect
Always fun, talking to smart people on the television: The click to go to the place:Â http://reportfromsantafe.com/episodes/view/366/stephen-graham-jones-author-mongrels-demon-theory/
Always dig being there. I mean, I know so many people there, it’s a lot like coming home. And—should have taken a picture—always cool to see my older books faced-out on the shelves, of course: [here] Anyway—remember how, in DC, I had the kind of maximum amount of knife-drama, getting into the building? For this
Remember how in Mötley Crüe’s “Home Sweet Home” video, there’s all these slow-motion, black and white scenes from before and after and during the concert, the tour, this life on the road? That’s what Billy Stratton’s snapshot of Richard and Kadrey last night at Tattered Cover reminds me of: What’s especially cool about that? For once
