Been waiting to see this for five years. I mean, it’s probably been watchable for four years and eleven months of those five years, but, anyway, I’m JUST NOW watching this. And it’s amazing:
Dead Hearts from stephen martin on Vimeo.…
Alan Baxter taking Mongrels up into the dizzying depths of the sky:
Man, why do I ever miss one of these? They’re always the best time of the year. And, as usual, I’m no picture-snapper, have to rely on what others post. And, this time, instead of snabbing pics from around and then trying (and failing) to cite those who actually deserve picture-credit, I’ll just link what I found on twitter (the only social media I’m on. well, that and Goodreads, but Goodreads isn’t for this kind of stuff, I don’t think [ok…
Well, not NEW-new—never had that kind—but new-to-me. And, too, the newest I’ve ever had. Before this, 1988 was as close to the present as I’d ever come with a truck. I tend to land in the late sixties, early seventies. But I recently sold all those old ones, had to face the fact that I now live in town, not on my own land, where I can park stuff wherever, let it start its good and necessary rust cycle.
So, anyway, there I was for a few months, no truck for the first time in my WH…
Man, I always hear talk about “horror people,” how we’re weird and dark and wrong. But, man, this us: just goofballs, pretty much.
Over on Spotify. Thanks, Bethany Guerra:
Can finally-finally say it without promising whoever I’m telling it to to secrecy, or to somehow post-date this info: sold two horror novels to Joe Monti at Saga! This is the outfit that did Rebecca Roanhorse’s Trail of Lightning. This is the imprint of Simon & Schuster that just moved to the Gallery Publishing Group, which used to be Pocket. This is the editor that, over the past month or so, pushed me to make what WAS Elk Head Woman, a slasher, into the new and im…
Along with an interview about the story:
is the author of 22 or 23 books, ~300 stories, and all this stuff here. He lives in Boulder, Colorado, and has a few broken-down old trucks, one PhD, and way too many boots