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 […]
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
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
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
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
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
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 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:
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
So honored to have Mongrels on the final ballot along with so many excellent writers, so many good books: Superior Achievement in a Novel Hand, Elizabeth – Hard Light: A Cass Neary Crime Novel (Minotaur Books) Jones, Stephen Graham – Mongrels (William Morrow) Langan, John – The Fisherman (Word Horde) MacLeod, Bracken – Stranded: A Novel
Meanwhile, back at the ranch . . . I plan on never getting tired of using that transition. Anyway, before getting to all the many and perfect and wonderful pics and words about the yellow book, here’s all-what came before: click to get the dropdown one two three four five six seven eight nine ten
Wow. Haven’t done this for a couple weeks now, I guess, meaning? I have WAY too many of these for a mere & measly (does that word come from “measley,” as in, ‘one who has the measles?’) single post. So I’ve tried to eyeball what might be the middle-ish, and snipped it off, pushed it
Man, been nine months since Mongrels went live, and it’s still getting words. Like these, over at LARB: “One of Them Now: Stephen Graham Jones’s Mongrels“ And, those nine months ago, of course, LA Times was already on the yellow book: “The Wild Boy Wants his Fangs“ Honored. Thanks, Kristina Baudemann (LARB) and Steph Cha
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.
Whilst Lady Gaga did her thing at the superbowl, I was hanging out here with Lovecraft eZine:
Getting to a few of these kind of the year-after. But, man, they’re no less excellent for it: Â
