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“Blog about candy,” the little voice in the back of my head told me ages ago. “You love weird candy! How could this possibly go wrong?” Last October a good friend presented me with a box of candy she had picked up. Saw it and thought of me. Had to get it for me. Needed
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As announced elsewhere, I finished the first book of the Ravensgate Chronicles a week ago. Yep. Draft uno of Of Rooks and Ravens is behind me, complete at 86k and change. The next book, Redemption of the Yellow Wolf, which will feature the undead hunter Ulls Sturmgard, the silent monk Whisper, and the feral Bloodood
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I have been doing the seemingly obligatory year-end review the past few years, usually as December draws to a close. I didn’t do one this year. This, right here, is as close as I’m going to get to that. I’ve seen a lot of people who are quick to write-off the year that was. 2013
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There are only two reasons I’m likely to review a movie. One: it’s a small movie I enjoyed that deserves a bigger audience. Two: it’s a big movie that defies expectations where I see people missing the point and piling on the hate-train. With the pretty big ad campaign, you can guess which category 47
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Last night, maybe an hour or so ago, actually, marks what might be only the third time in my life I can recall someone stealing from me. Now, it’s quite possible that there are other, minor offences that I don’t recall, or once or twice something was taken from someone close to me. And there
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The first time I did National Novel Writing Month in 2005, I had no problem hitting the 50k goal. Once you get in the routine, if you commit to the regular daily word count, have a game plan, and you’re used to writing, the actual word count isn’t as daunting of a challenge as it
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I have some amazing people to thank. But first a bit of history. Cobalt City started as a collaborative effort, the outgrowth of a game played with friends. I don’t really know when the fiction thing started. 2003, maybe? I had written my first Cobalt City story, my first Gato Loco story, actually. At about
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I’ll be the first to admit this is a selfish post. Heck. It might even be a bit Hipsterish. I realized recently that there are a few bands/artists who I invariably return to again and again, bands whose output I have most of and will listen to for hours on any given day. These are
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This amazing little anthology I was part of is now live, and Bitten By Books is hosting an open house where you can ask questions and interact with all the authors. All through the glory of the interwebs! During and after the great depression Hobo Nickels were traded for food, sex, shelter, and power. In
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They say that the root of horror is a fear of the unknown. Classic films like Psycho, Jaws, and Alien capitalized on this by not parading the big horror around in all its glory–at least not until the inevitable, terrifying end. And for me, there’s something magical about a movie that hits the credit sequence
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Tales from the Ragged Edge 