FINALLY saw Breakfast Club on the big screen last night. Was a-a-a-amazing. Didn’t see Pretty in Pink—actually, I only saw that one last year, on DVD—am not catching Ferris Buehler (never really got into that one, except for the principle getting the Buford T. Justice treatment throughout), and, would have caught Weird Science, but I […]
Been waiting to see this for five years. I mean, it’s probably been watchable for four years and eleven months of those five years, but, anyway, I’m JUST NOW watching this. And it’s amazing: Dead Hearts from stephen martin on Vimeo.
Man, why do I ever miss one of these? They’re always the best time of the year. And, as usual, I’m no picture-snapper, have to rely on what others post. And, this time, instead of snabbing pics from around and then trying (and failing) to cite those who actually deserve picture-credit, I’ll just link what
Well, not NEW-new—never had that kind—but new-to-me. And, too, the newest I’ve ever had. Before this, 1988 was as close to the present as I’d ever come with a truck. I tend to land in the late sixties, early seventies. But I recently sold all those old ones, had to face the fact that I
Man, I always hear talk about “horror people,” how we’re weird and dark and wrong. But, man, this us: just goofballs, pretty much.
Can finally-finally say it without promising whoever I’m telling it to to secrecy, or to somehow post-date this info: sold two horror novels to Joe Monti at Saga! This is the outfit that did Rebecca Roanhorse’s Trail of Lightning. This is the imprint of Simon & Schuster that just moved to the Gallery Publishing Group,
Two words I don’t usually put together, true. More used to seeing my name plus “Come to the office” or “All you can eat” or, with impolitely unsubdued laughter, “Security deposit?” Nevertheless, this is a real live thing: Interview in there, updates, how-to, who-to, where-to, all kinds of stuff. Very cool. Who’d have ever thought,
This was bouncing around Twitter recently: your favorite horror from the last ten years. Easy decisions, all: But, in getting this list together, I of course ended up with all these remainders, which feel a lot more vital than remaindery: Wonder what I’m forgetting. I mean what I love love LOVE and can’t do without
Both excellent. First is The Last Final Girl, part of a slasher Night Worms package: Next is a Mongrels book group happening over at Goodreads:
Always cool being at Bookbar, always cool reading with Carrie Vaughn, and who doesn’t like to be on-camera then off, kind of voicing-over, right?
Not going to say I cut my teeth on this story, quite. What I cut my teeth on, short-fiction-wise, would be Ellen Datlow’s selections for OMNI, way back when. Those stories didn’t just sustain me, they molded me. Recently, when OMNI started all over again, I was maybe going to be in issue #2, even,
Some slipped through this time—forgot to copy the URLs across, just closed-tab and went on to the next thing. So: blip, gone. But the thing about the internet is that there’s always more. Anyway, here’s what I’ve been into last few . . . I don’t know, ‘days’ for sure, but also ‘weeks,’ and probably
Remember that old series I did in 2016, when Mongrels first came out? This goes there: Oh, and, of course: I can just embed them all here, looks like: Werewolves Out in the World, part:1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26
Or, close to home, anyway: Canyon, WTAMU, courtesy CSAW. And I was also lucky enough to get to scoot out to Hereford, talk to the high schoolers there. Was cool. Broke down once in Hereford for a couple days, had three dollars and a bag of Cheetos, so bought a loaf of bread, palmed some
