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  Preorders are now open for my collection of short horror, ghost, and dark fantasy stories for adults, A Murder of Crows.  If you are so inclined to make a preorder, many thanks!  The current price is $2.99 US; it’ll go up after the release to $4.99. The print edition is not quite ready for preorders […]

by Laird Barron. Spoilers. Reading this book, a collection of short “the horrors of that which is beyond our comprehension” horror stories, was quite the experience. The first two stories, “Old Virginia” and “Shiva, Open Your Eye,” bored me.  I’m reading Nightmare Magazine’s Top 100 Horror Books, so I’m expecting this stuff to be over-the-top good. 

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

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