This is Why I’ve Spent So Much of My Life Looking in Basements
Just unutterably cool, this. I’m not even sure I have all the words. Here’s one pic: Here‘s the whole page. I think I might be this Thomas Merrilyn, slightly reincarnated.
One Last Mongrels Write-Up
That I’d have missed without being passed the link on Twitter—thanks. This one’s over on Amazon UK, and . . . so cool, right up there with that Will Byrnes write-up on Goodreads. I’ll link it then screencap it in as well: https://www.amazon.co.uk/review/R30YK8VQ8QAAMD/ref=cm_cr_dp_title?ie=UTF8&ASIN=0008182426&channel=detail-glance&nodeID=266239&store=books Also: so much thank you to everyone who thought to say something
Mongrels trade (UK)
Hey, look what’s sneaking onto the book tables in Australia here at the end of 2016: [ thanks to Emma Osborne for the snap ]
Werewolves Out in the World, Part XXIII
I know, I know: been a while since one of these, yes? Thus this one being a long scroll. But, I mean, I’ve been writing a novel, and being in California for ten days, and being some other places too. I seem to vaguely recall an injury as well. Anyway, none of that matters, because
Mongrels Best of the Year Listings
The yellow book’s padded onto a few cool year-end lists, looks like. I’ll update this, should any more turn up. And, thank you thank you to everyone, for believing in werewolves. Me too. Tor’s 16 Best Books of 2016 (so far)  |  BookRiot’s 100 Monster Books |  25 Summer Books  |  Bustle’s 12 Summer Reads  |   Shotgun Logic Top 5 (so
Best of 2016
Best movie’s a hard call, especially as I’ve yet to see The Eyes of My Mother or Nocturnal Animals or Moana or Kubo and the Two Strings. Also? I doubt I’ve seen just all that many of the award-contenders either. But I did luck into a few good theaters/iTunes rentals/Netflixes: Television of course is the
Sometimes a Cool Thing Happens
and it’s shaped like a book, one I’d never have guessed could be real. Thanks so much to Billy J. Stratton and all the contributors. Honored. Amazing. So cool. Clickable here. And here it is in BookWorks, down in Albuquerque (thanks to Amanda Sutton for the snap): And — it’s like a gnome, photobombing, yes? —
Happiness is :
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:
So, I’m Kind of Still and Always Head Over Heels for Scream
http://www.blumhouse.com/2016/11/22/a-letter-from-screams-maureen-prescott-to-her-daughter-sidney/
Indigenous Comic Con #1!
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
James Welch
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:
Trump
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
Werewolves Out in the World, Part XXII
Just wrapped the extras and okayed the cover and all the rest for the trade paperback of Mongrels, in January. So, seems a good time to stack all these in one place—way too tall a stack, I know. But it’s been a busy last few weeks, so I’ve just been letting them build and build.
Horror at the Stanley
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,
The Ones That Got Away in Italian soon
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
The Marky Lights
Waylon’s “Luchenbach, Texas” was, I’m pretty sure, the first song I ever learned all the words to. Or, most of the words. I never knew “marquee” until years and years later. Somewhere around high school, I’d guess, if not undergrad. When I was five, though, and then when I was ten, and fifteen, it was
I Want My MTV
oFirst, I audio’d this, which made it sometimes confusing. Being an oral history, which is to say, “block of pertinent quote” led into by attribution, all read here by and in the same voice, I kept having to tap back twenty seconds, to hear again WHO I was listening to. Maybe ten hours in, though,
Wolfen at the Alamo
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
Werewolves Out in the World, Part XXI
Y’know? That last one of these, number twenty, I kind of ended it in a “so long farewell been fun see ya later”-way. But I was all mopey-goodbye way too early, turns out. I may keep doing these until the paperback hits in January, I mean. October’s for werewolves after all. Anyway/first, here’s the wolves
Scream Queens and Mongrels
Wonder when, or if, I’ll ever stop seeing werewolf stuff everywhere? This is from the second episode of the second season of Scream Queens. Remember how Halloween night is the one night all the werewolves can run free, because no cop’s answering a call about “werewolves?” Mongrels isn’t the only story that knows that.
My First Reading, ca. 1993/1994
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