My mom keeps asking me if our drinking water comes from Japan. I'm not sure she knows exactly where Korea is ( Read more... )

I finished another Charles Willeford novel. It was an accident really. I bought it Wednesday and didn't plan on reading it until next decade, but then I started it and... well, I couldn't stop.

It's the fourth "Hoke Moseley" novel, The Way We Die Now. (I've only read one other.) Hoke is a forty-somethingish Homicide detective who works cold cases ( Read more... )

My story "Between Shifting Skin and Certainty", which was once called "Eksya", which was once called "Our Palaces Dreams", which was once called "The Dyku of Ravallic", to Beneath Ceaseless SkiesIt's a story of identity and addiction and the mingling of the two. It's also an attempt to mash the styles and outlooks of Charles Baudelaire and Isabelle ( Read more... )

I often read a rave review for something that I thought was poorly executed or out-and-out badly done and wind up scratching my head and thinking: “Huh. People think this is good. Did I miss something? Is there something wrong with me? Or is there something wrong with them ( Read more... )

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I stopped reading this novel today ( Read more... )

A couple of weeks back, krisname told me something kind of fascinating ( Read more... )

I was talking with my pal, Scott Andrews, about his writing process and he laid out a pretty clear methodology to his process. And when I say "pretty clear" I mean "jaw-droppingly lucid and impressive" so much so that I feel like a poop flinging monkey by comparison (okay, more like poop flinging monkey than's usual for me... how's that for honesty ( Read more... )