Which, yeah, okay, can still mean as much as bicycle, about. But, what I’m trying to say, it’s: $5.99!
Just about the usual: young couple living together, getting to know each other, nothing outlandish or horror-y at all, it’s completely safe, go in without your guard up, set your expectation-level to “literary” or somesuch:
— HexPublishers (@HexPublishers) August 1, 2017
starting this journalthing now, but I need to wrap up the week before, right quick:
➔ I had a story to write over the weekend. I wrote 2 or 3K words on it Saturday, decided those words were worthless, so wrote a completely new and different story on Sunday after seeing the Bourne movie. Both the movie and story were about three-quarters good.
Part 1’s live today. Other parts coming around every Saturday for a bit here.
Really, I think I have a stash of pics from another Mongrels thing, but now I can’t remember where. But I know I have these two anyway, as they’re from the last couple days.
First was up in Fort Collins, with HEX-author Thomas Olde Heuvelt. And, Olde’s not a middle name, that’s just the first part of his last name. He’s a cool dude, smart guy, excellent horror writer.
The trick with this, the eleventh installment of these, it’s figuring how to list the first ten in a way I haven’t done before. Last time I used Def Leppard. Can’t remember what happened before that. Let’s see, let’s see—I know. How about:
Also? I could have written a novella in the time it took me to stack all that up. Worth it, though. I dig how it looks.
I dig how this looks, too:
Was supposed to be just, you know, fun. But then the news services got hold of it:
I don’t even know if it finally sold any Mongrels, really.
And here’s a grab from the Daily Mail—much the same, just, without the Newcastle Beerwolf: