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.

We talked about where horror comes from, the kind of genesis for/of each of our bo…

Thinking I should have been somehow tagging these snapshots through all fourteen other iterations of this. That way I could re-index, put, say, all the Litsy ones in a gallery, all the “with pets”-ones somewhere, all the “act-of-reading” or whatever ones in another place. Categories are starting to emerge, I mean. Check the out, they’re kind of straining to self-classify:

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For the thing I’m writing right now, I of course needed info. This is just for today and yesterday, too. Here’s the process:

• What’s a likely military-cargo plane out of the Middle East?  ➔ called my dad (retired USAF)
• Where’s John Wayne buried? ➔ asked Google
• How does a doctor get certified to perform surgery? ➔ facebook-mailed a doctor-friend (who’s also a writer)
• What other Road Rage-ish kind of stories are out there? ➔ texted a friend, ende

Coming soon to a . . . well, to a Tor.com near you:

Art by Keith Negley. Acquisition/Editing by Ellen Datlow

This week’s Mongrels roundup, brought to you by the waning battery of my ever-unreliant iPhone, and with a catch-up list provided by last week’s roundup, stairstep-style:

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And? To start out, we get to go back to the dogs. Always the dogs. Thanks, Chip:

And then for a coffee break, a mere thirty minutes before lunch:

And, I think Mongrels got to be WITH a John Foster book a cy…

Of flash fiction, anyway. Just stumbled on this—I forget who it was for (maybe Christopher Rosales, the editor? maybe myself-only?), but I know what it was for: States of Grace. The little pocket-sized book I still can hardly believe I was lucky enough to get published. Not e-, not even on Amazon, I don’t think. And right after it was all set in stone, I started kicking out more of these short-shorts, of course. Because they’re maybe my favorite form of all. I should …

Thanks to Xach Fromson for the headsup on this:

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Was just tweeting about it a few weeks ago, with even the same pic:

Y’know, all these years and films later, Flatliners is still one of the scarier moviegoing nights I’ve had pic.twitter.com/2SdAHdGjXF

— Stephen Graham Jones (@SGJ72) June 23, 2016

Thinking now I should maybe tweet about . . . I don’t know: Intruder? Popcorn? Some of the ones that usually don’t get remake/re-imagining considera…

Some cool stuff showing up now and again. Here’s three — first couple from Jordan Dyke:

Then me, mid-transformation, from Joe Sherry:

And Anne Barnetson:

And? Chances are I’ve forgot something, someone, some perfect thing. Let me know, I’ll sneak it onto this page. Like this, a recent one from Jolyon Yates. I give you . . . The Lone Changer:

Put a line there to show that this is the new space down here. Just a blurry zoom-in from a snap somebody took at The Last Bo

So cool, watching The Elvis Room come alive these past few months, thanks to one Andrew Schwarz. I’ve seen rough cuts, and hope to see it on a big screen somewhere in its film-fest run (starting with Fantasia). Thanks to Andrew Schwarz for making it happen. Here’s some stills:

Pictured, that’s: Keir Gilchrist, Corbin Bernson, Bailey Noble, Spencer Locke.

Also pictured: the Manor Hotel.

Not pictured in that last still: me, down that hall to Bailey Locke&

Or, I can’t deny that I read this like eighty-nine times in the wide-open years before ever setting werewolf pen to werewolf paper:

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