For those of you not in the know, the Romantic Times Booklover’s Convention is a near week-long immersion course in the language of erotica, drunken debauchery and high camp. Well, maybe that’s just what I go for and seek to create. Others, more sedate others, might just see it as an opportunity to chat with friends, attend seminars and connect ( Read more... )

And you know what that means…travelogue!

But first, an apology. I must say I’ve been depressed on the writing front for quite a while and it’s sapped my creativity in terms of blogging for y’all. I’m nearing the end of a really decent revision on my first novel as Daniel Marks and have my agent and YA authoress Tiffany Trent to thank for pointing ( Read more... )

I’m going to be at University Books in Seattle tonight for the Close Encounters of the Urban Kind thing along with editor Jennifer Brozek, Nate Crowder, Rosemary Jones & Erik Scott de Bie. I should be reading from my short story, SEAFOAM, that appears in this month’s Apex (if you haven’t read it, click here).

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…or just, you know, me. And other peeps!

Though, while we’re on the topic of what’s current in fashion (see what I did there?) let’s talk about my friend Synde’s new jewelry line, under the design name: CEMETERY CAT. She’s trying out some Chthulu and steampunky shiz that really is hot snatch. Check it out here and then buy ’til your genre wallet is ( Read more... )

So, I just ditched out on the whole Loud Twitter thing. I mean, really, I don’t read anyone else’s entries when their made up of lists from Twitter, why should you read mine?

So…I leave you with the very rare blog entry…or not.

Originally published at Mark Henry. You can comment here or there.

I’ve loaded a heavily captioned photo album from our NYC/DC trip on Facebook. With photos such as this one depicting me as our nation’s majestic unicorn.

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…to say that I’ve chosen the winners of the Rob Thurman, Publishing Roadkill Contest. And to say that the winners will have to wait for their prizes is an understatement.

The Grand Prize of Original Snark Art, signed by both me and Rob goes to…

Qwill

And the winner of the snarked up copy of Nightlife (which I just started reading) is…

Jesse S.!

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Caroline and I leave Monday for a 10 day trip to New York and D.C., and I’m pissing myself excited about it. Initially, though, I’d thought I’d schedule some events, signings and such, which didn’t pan out, primarily because, well, Seattle is a long way from New York and since this whole writery thing happened, Caroline hasn’t had a decent vacation ( Read more... )

Yes, I realize that title could be about me, what with my struggles (cue violins), but not this time. Nope. Today’s contest is all about Rob Thurman (insists she’s not a man), the author of the Cal Leandros urban fantasy series, or so I’m told-haven’t read them, though I’m certain they’re adequate-I kid, it’s at the very least fantastic.


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