After some particularly poor planning left me eating a random protein bar for breakfast and about twelve almonds for lunch, I immediately, upon checking into my hotel, ranged out and lucked onto . . . I think it was Hill Country Chicken? Which is my kind of place: pump your own ketchup, Doobie Brothers on the speakers, fried chicken in a bag. After which:
Then the next morning, after breakfast with my agent BJ Robbins (cool place, great agent), after having my badge sneaked aroun…
This is way uncorrected, kind of the NYCC preview of the coming ARC, which is much fancier, but, man, is it ever cool to hold:
Lighthouse keynote 
Salman Rushdie 
Friday the 13th
mt bike trail 
BookBar 
no WLA pic…
THURSDAY, OCT 3
11:00 – 11:45 AM / SIGNING: Stephen Graham Jones, ONLY GOOD INDIANS, S&S Booth 2128
2:45 – 3:45 PM / PANEL: Putting It All Out There: SFF and Mental Health, Room 1A18
4:00 – 5:00 PM / SIGNING: Post-panel, Hall 1…
From . . . man, about 2005 until maybe 2011? 2012? there were so many of us there. Pre-Facebook, sort of alongside MySpace and the other bulletin boards (I remember being somewhat active on Shock-Waves too—think that’s what it was called). Anyway, just dredged this up from an ancient-old folder. Cool to see it again. Still have matching stickers, too:
But, of course, The Velvet went away, as good things will. Worse, it just blipped into nothingness—no archives left ove…
Had no idea when I put this Scream shirt on Wednesday that I’d be getting tv-interviewed at lunch. But, was cool. And, luckily they edited me down so I don’t come off as ridiculolus as I most assuredly was:
All right, I guess, yes, I’m finally going to have to play a video game.
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