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Some cities just get under my skin. After a while, it’s a compulsion that drives me to want to go back, be it Portland or Santa Fe or New Orleans. Or Cobalt City. Cobalt City made it’s debut ten years ago in the novel Cobalt City Blues. It was my first novel, written for myself
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Looking back, it’s been a while since my last post. A lot has changed. Some has even changed and changed back. Some of that will be addressed in a separate post as I’d rather not dilute it. My daughter got married a month ago. The wedding took me to St. Louis for the first time
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For the curious, a chapter of the fantasy novel I’m going through edits on now, Of Rooks and Ravens, the first part of the Ravensgate Chronicles. Chapter Two – Preston I was dragged into an aching wakefulness by the creak of floorboards. It was a particular soreness, attributable to falling down stairs in pursuit of
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If you managed to miss the first half of this list, or even why this list exists in the first place, here is where you’ll find it. Now, let’s cut to the chase. The other half of the list. Masque of the Red Death (1964) — Roger Corman There were a slew of movies based
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It’s no mystery to anyone who really knows me that I’m a horror movie geek. It’s not just that I enjoy horror movies. I know a lot of people who like horror movies whose eyes glaze over when I start talking about favorite films and why they’re favorite films. And that’s fine. Everyone is free
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Now available for your Kindle! The darkness is where stars shine their brightest. It’s where we find what sustains us, what keeps us pushing on. Like when: A young man learns his family’s darkest secret from a faded circus clown. Shoemaker elves pit Old World craftsmanship against New World cunning. The last soldier of the
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If you had told me ten years ago that “Ukulele Girls” would be a thing, I would have mentally filed your opinions in the category reserved for Y2K believers and Holocaust deniers. But mysteriously, the ukulele has become standard issue for hipster girls with clunky glasses, vintage style dresses, and awkwardly overwrought adorkableness. Which, honestly,
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For me, I suppose the revolution began with Dave Eckenrode in 1984, though the fire had been lit 10 years earlier on a stage at CBGB. I grew up in a small town in Colorado. It took a long time for things like punk music to filter down to us there. If not for my
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I suspect that most authors, at some point in their career, get asked who influenced them as a writer. The question came up again in a round-about way this afternoon with a writing cohort. And because of the way we got to the question, I realized I’ve been answering the question all wrong. Maybe I’m not
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Some wars are silent. Not secret, mind you. They happen right out there in front of you. They’re happening all around, even now. You might be fighting one now and not even know it. They are uprisings that happen gradually, stretched out over a period of years. Soft wars. Culture wars that leave the society
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