Some slipped through this time—forgot to copy the URLs across, just closed-tab and went on to the next thing. So: blip, gone. But the thing about the internet is that there’s always more. Anyway, here’s what I’ve been into last few . . . I don’t know, ‘days’ for sure, but also ‘weeks,’ and probably not plural months. But maybe one month, or a month and a half. Just the best, none of the drek:

( looks like a Steely Dan medallion-thing but: that’s the Silver Bullet, man )

The culmination of many years of wishing, for me. Seems it was about a year and a half, maybe two years ago that I was on the road somewhere and happened to actually READ one of my junk emails, which turned out to be about coming concerts in Denver, and: Bob Seger was coming to town. I was buying tix a few minutes later—and paying more for them than I’ve paid for some trucks I’ve own…

Oh, man, this thing I’m writing, it’s one word away from clicking over into official novel land. And it’s almost two-thirds done, maybe, hopefully:

Would jam through to the end in a few days, but I got a script-thing and a story on February deadline, and, I mean, February is coming up pretty fast . . .

And, for kicks and grins, here’s the playlist I’m cueing up many times a day, since . . . I don’t know: January second, it maybe was? Somewhere a…

Which is going to be a movie/TV-heavy list, for the first time ever. Not because my tastes or habits changed—fiction on the page is still and always where it’s at for me—but because, since I’m now judging for the World Fantasy Awards for 2018, it would feel a bit . . . weird and unclassy, I guess, to be saying what my favorite books of the year are.

However, I can slap a couple of novels up here that in no way could get submitted for a World Fantasy Award. So:

Novels

Laird…

Seems I saw something along these lines circulating on social media. Trick is, I never fill in that form when it’s being passed around, as it always feels like I’m just fine-tuning my consumer profile so the social media outfit can sell me out at a higher price, when I’m sure my least mouse-swipe and all my purchases &etc are already doing that anyway, and probably snapping pics of me along the way. Here to talk music, though, not my mounting paranoia.&nb…

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