Tuesday, November 4, 2014

So Long, And Thanks For All The Trolls

This blog is about to unplug. My new blog/website will be here

Thursday, October 16, 2014

Undergoing Renovations

This blog is about to be synched to a website concerning Editing, the spoken-word read that I MC, and a few other such enterprises. I couldn't be more thrilled. And I will defend this enterprise by any means necessary. I will be successful, and not from the shadows. Some things are too old and blown-out to do much damage outside of my imagination. Time for the Future.

Sunday, January 5, 2014


I was honored and proud to roll up my sleeves and help Eraserhead/Deadite editorial get this issue rolled out. Included are an interview I did with Lucius Shepard... who is recovering well and posting again online, much to my delight... and a review of a nine-headed creature I met called 65 STIRRUP IRON ROAD... Click here.

Sunday, December 1, 2013


CLICK HERE This is a really wonderful thing and I am speechless. Three cheers. My entry in The Science Fiction Encyclopedia...despite previous Firefox issue that clipped the wrong link, my apologies. Link is fixed now. Mad, mammoth, mutant props to John Clute, David Langford and everyone working on this massive undertaking.

Wednesday, October 30, 2013

On counting blessings--- Partial Scorecard for Halloween Week

Cautiously returning to using this blog as a Real Thing again. Including a few peeks "Inside The Writer's Studio."

Justin Montgomery sent me the finished version of ANGELS, REST, a graphic novel whose story initially started when we all began the Willamette Valley Sorcerers writing group way back in 2010-2011. Could not be prouder of seeing this, and the print novel (more parts of the series' very involved story) CHILDREN OF PANDEMONIUM which I helped edit, and wrote the Foreword to.

On November fifth, I am MC'ing the fifth Hour That Stretches spoken-word read at the Jade Lounge, 2342 SE Ankeny in Portland, 8-10 PM, no cover, 21+.
Olympia's own multimedia fireball Ann S. Koi, first person to ever read at the Hour, returns with another powerful excerpt from the TRIBES OF HEAVEN series, this one from sequel-in-progress ABOVE THE SUN. Seattle-area horror author Aaron Besson will be bringing his Punk Classicist/Edward Gorey meets Ogden Nash brand of Horror to share with us. And two Portland poets, Dan Raphael (from the 'living legends' sub-category) and Brenda Taulbee (from the 'living-legends-in-training' sub-category) also agreed to grace our stage.

David Agranoff and I are well past 90,000 words on FLESHTRADE, the first honest-to-gods Space Opera either of us have written. The circumstances of its formation were quite dire. On both our ends, one thing kept ringing true:

An idea, one that was so big I couldn't help but be captivated by it. About a politician whose daughter gets kidnapped and sold into prostitution, on a planet far beyond the Red Line of human expansion; a planet whose whole economy revolves around all such forms of sexual slavery. The idea was not Erotica, but its opposite. Nothing about this story would appeal to the prurient interest... for long.

That planet became Makaliki-Segundus, drawn whole and further out in time from my BLACKGUARD series. Forerunner to that rationale was a story called "Sweetheart of Segundus" that Cecelia Tan very kindly ran on Circlet Press's Microfictions page. The 'gargoyle' native species in that story were given an awful twist by David to become our Hush'nah; or, in Human slur, "Imps."

This story occasionally makes me curse the very idea of Sleep, and tends to flatten almost anything in its way. Ray Bradbury talked of discharging the emotions through daily, disciplined writing. FLESHTRADE discharges my entire soul. There are parts I have to get up and walk away from...but when I come back, I realize that what we have here speaks so much to so many. And, as Howard Waldrop said of my work with Lou Antonelli, the collaboration is looking successful because the child doesn't look like either parent.

No, it sure doesn't. It looks like a lot of its grandparents, though, and it stops the breath in my throat. More on that when it is closer to done.

I just realized I could write an explanation like that for every single new project, and there are many. And that this wasn't at all what I sat down to blog about. Not remotely. This is better. This can stay. Back to work...