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The Cobalt City universe has a big cast of characters, any of whom can easily take center-stage in a story with little notice. Usually featured as team players, each has their own unique flavor, their own way of dealing with problems. And they each have certain quirks they bring to the table that allow me
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There are a couple of different levels of editing that my fiction usually goes through. The easiest, hence my favorite kind is the light, surface edits of fixing a few tenses, some grammar, and a few typos. Maybe I’ll have to reword a sentence, or split a mouthful into two sentences. But mostly it’s an
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It’s become something of a sad mantra for my writing group and many friends as of late. See, it’s like this. Our local coffeehouse, where I have done and gone to many a reading, a haven for the genre-enthusiast, shares a building with a shop that caught fire shortly before Thanksgiving. The Wayward Coffeehouse was
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I was picked on quite a bit in middle school all the way up through when I left high school. In most instances, it was the casual cruelty of name calling. There were times when it was more, but for the most part, it was the name calling. The words. Say “Sticks and stones don’t
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Kids generally love me. Maybe it’s that I grew up in my mom’s daycare so I don’t treat them like little aliens or brain-damaged tiny adults. I tend to treat kids like people. Regular, adult, people. I mean, I don’t share dick jokes with them, but I don’t share those with old nuns on the
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I’m a world builder. Maybe it’s the years of being a RPG Game-Master (or DM or Storyteller depending on your system). Making a world real enough for the characters in games to interact with has lent itself to doing the same for my fiction worlds. Sometimes the world is built in big sections before the
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2010 was the Year of Anthologies. Most of my time was spent writing for anthologies, and it was certainly rewarding. Many of them came out this year (Close Encounters of the Urban Kind, Rigor Amortis, Cobalt City Timeslip, and Cthulhurotica) while a few more are coming out next year (Rock is Dead, Night Mantled: Best
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After a week of family, having just my son crashing with me while he looks for a new apartment is strangely quiet. Especially since he knows people up here now and goes to hang out with them from time to time. That leaves me all amped up to finish up my writing projects for 2010,
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I love my mom. That wasn’t always the case. When I was living at home, especially for a few years when I had to return there as an adult in my early 20’s, she frustrated the hell out of me. Living half-way across the country has helped with that. I knew that some of her
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I have two families. There is the family that I chose, most of whom live up here. Then there is my blood family that, with the exception of my son, lives elsewhere. I’m used to holidays with one or the other, but my hand-built family has really seen the most of me in the past
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Tales from the Ragged Edge 