Stephen Graham Jones

Which you’d think would start here, at 7pm, as the sign says:

But, really, I was at Tattered Cover Colfax at 2pm, for a Denver Moon event, which went great, as you can tell:

On the way out, I caught My Hero in good company:

I so, so dig My Favorite Thing is Monsters. Very ready for vol.2. Really dug My Friend Dahmer, too.

Anyway, instead of finding coffee shop to write away some hours in (the scent of coffee leaves me dramatically gagging), I went to Discount Tire and worked on a chapter, then hung around Chipotle drinking tea and writing and watching some street fair happen all around me. Then, driving to BookBar, traffic and the world, turn after turn, kept throwing me and this guy together:

I used to be better about doing this—collecting snapshots from the last couple weeks or so, stacking them in a post—but I somehow let that drift away. So, maybe this’ll be me starting that up again? Who knows. Anyway, DCC would be in here, but I had to ghost out of all my panels last-minute, as I was already scheduled to be at Juniper Writing Institute (double-booking: my fault). But, before that, I was at UCR-PD‘s MFA graduation ceremony, both watching a couple of my thesis students walk that stage and warming that stage up with a commencement address: