First draft of a best-of SF/F/H pulp list coming right up. Note: I’m not an expert, and I haven’t read most of this stuff. However, I want to become well-read in the area, and there aren’t a lot of resources giving any kind of organization. “Pulps are bigger than you can imagine and way more […]
The cover to my upcoming collection of short horror stories, coming October 27th with preorders to come soon:
Cover: A Murder of Crows – Seventeen Tales of Monsters and the Macabre Read More »
Point of view. It seems simple: either it’s first-person (the narrator is an “I”), second-person (the narrator is a “you”), or third-person (the narrator is either looking down on the scene like a god [omniscient], or is a “he” or a “she” [tight]). But…why? Which one do you choose? When you’re studying POV–or studying how
As you may have heard, we are moving up to Littleton…soon. As soon as Lee’s security clearance goes through, which could be a day or a year, or a year and a day. Nobody knows at this point. My books are packed, for the most part. And they are uncomfortable and ill-tempered in those boxes
Something I’ve been thinking about lately is the nature of story ideas and which ones will sell, be successful, all that. Which, I guess, considering how many ideas I’ve come up with lately (I’m journaling 5-10 of them almost every morning), is probably natural. I don’t have anything solid pulled together yet, this is just
You remember The Neverending Story? I forget who recommended it to me. I want to say it was this guy who had casually decided that I needed to be a pothead. I have this vivid memory of walking beside a shelterbelt of elm trees with him and another guy who kept chewing on a grass stem. They were
Over the last week or so, I’ve been trying to figure out how to describe the thing where certain people are just always up in arms over something. This is, admittedly, somewhat like a fish developing a word for water. I am trying to crawl up on land, as it were, but I’m still having
You probably don’t want to read this post: it’s one of those self-centered “taking stock” posts. Although if you’ve been hurting lately on the writing front, maybe. So I’ve had what has been (to me) a rough year. I won’t go into too much detail, but it seems like there’s been at least one major
When I first started really cooking, I threw things together. Lentils, salt, crock pot, thyme. Then I started following recipes. And eating, lots of eating of things that I wouldn’t have otherwise eaten. Nothing truly daring, but new foods. Indian buffets were my daring indulgence. I lived in a vegetarian co-op and cooked green pea
Another exercise thingy: Two stories tall, narrow, Victorian-style, hardwood floors now sprinkled with antique rugs, two and a half baths with good plumbing under them; a cellar whose shelves groaned out for jars of jam and carbuoys of beer; robin’s-egg blue walls in good condition and an air conditioning unit fit to freeze Hell
