Book, WHC, & Pod
Random things that have been going on while I've been neglecting my blog...
1. I'm finishing up my first collaborative novel. I can't really say much about it yet, but this thing has more action than anything I've ever written. It makes MANDIBLES look like MY DINNER WITH ANDRE, if MANDIBLES were a movie or MY DINNER WITH ANDRE were a book. Lots of action. Lots of monsters. It'll be out late this year, and the official announcement shouldn't be too far away.
It actually should be done by now, but unfortunately my collaborator made a huge error in judgment and subjected the project to endless delays by choosing to write a book with somebody as unreliable and incompetent as myself. So blame him.
2. This weekend I'm heading up to Toronto for the World Horror Convention! Here's where you can find me...
FRIDAY, 2:00. I'll be doing a half-hour reading, which will probably include the story "Sex Potion #147." Be there.
FRIDAY, 4:00 - 5:00. I'll be signing books at the HWA table in the dealer's room. John Everson will also be signing at that time, and probably groping me under the table.
FRIDAY, 10:30. The Gross-Out Contest! The official one was cancelled due to lack of participation, but the unofficial one has plenty of participants and a HUGE stack of prizes. Sweet irony. My story is so vile, so foul, so blecchh, that people all the way down in Australia will start regurgitating for no reason.
FRIDAY, MIDNIGHT. The launch party for WAITING FOR OCTOBER, which features three stories each by myself, Jeffrey Thomas, Sarah Pinborough, and Adam Pepper. If you miss this, you'll find yourself sulking for the rest of the convention, and nobody will want to talk to you because you're so whiny.
SATURDAY, I FORGET EXACTLY WHEN, BUT IT'S LATE IN THE EVENING. The Bram Stoker Awards banquet. Many people have told me that PRESSURE will certainly win. None of these people are voting members of the Horror Writers Association. Therefore, I must go with the more logical assumption that PRESSURE will lose. Either way, I get to sit at the cool table. Except that three of the cool people have already bailed to see with other cool people. But Christopher Golden will be at my table. He's pretty darn cool.
3. The new installment of the always-exciting Pod of Horror went live yesterday, and in this exciting-as-always installment, David T. Wilbanks reads my story "Really, Really Ferocious." It's not to be missed. However, make sure you miss the part where David and his rat bastard of a co-host Mark Justice call me the "Carrot Top of Horror."
http://www.horrorworld.org/poh.htm
4. On my message board, somebody asked about whatever happened to the bad Tex-Mex restaurant whose demise I predicted. Ironically enough, I was going to post about that very subject, thanks to a special development this weekend. Keep watching...
1. I'm finishing up my first collaborative novel. I can't really say much about it yet, but this thing has more action than anything I've ever written. It makes MANDIBLES look like MY DINNER WITH ANDRE, if MANDIBLES were a movie or MY DINNER WITH ANDRE were a book. Lots of action. Lots of monsters. It'll be out late this year, and the official announcement shouldn't be too far away.
It actually should be done by now, but unfortunately my collaborator made a huge error in judgment and subjected the project to endless delays by choosing to write a book with somebody as unreliable and incompetent as myself. So blame him.
2. This weekend I'm heading up to Toronto for the World Horror Convention! Here's where you can find me...
FRIDAY, 2:00. I'll be doing a half-hour reading, which will probably include the story "Sex Potion #147." Be there.
FRIDAY, 4:00 - 5:00. I'll be signing books at the HWA table in the dealer's room. John Everson will also be signing at that time, and probably groping me under the table.
FRIDAY, 10:30. The Gross-Out Contest! The official one was cancelled due to lack of participation, but the unofficial one has plenty of participants and a HUGE stack of prizes. Sweet irony. My story is so vile, so foul, so blecchh, that people all the way down in Australia will start regurgitating for no reason.
FRIDAY, MIDNIGHT. The launch party for WAITING FOR OCTOBER, which features three stories each by myself, Jeffrey Thomas, Sarah Pinborough, and Adam Pepper. If you miss this, you'll find yourself sulking for the rest of the convention, and nobody will want to talk to you because you're so whiny.
SATURDAY, I FORGET EXACTLY WHEN, BUT IT'S LATE IN THE EVENING. The Bram Stoker Awards banquet. Many people have told me that PRESSURE will certainly win. None of these people are voting members of the Horror Writers Association. Therefore, I must go with the more logical assumption that PRESSURE will lose. Either way, I get to sit at the cool table. Except that three of the cool people have already bailed to see with other cool people. But Christopher Golden will be at my table. He's pretty darn cool.
3. The new installment of the always-exciting Pod of Horror went live yesterday, and in this exciting-as-always installment, David T. Wilbanks reads my story "Really, Really Ferocious." It's not to be missed. However, make sure you miss the part where David and his rat bastard of a co-host Mark Justice call me the "Carrot Top of Horror."
http://www.horrorworld.org/poh.htm
4. On my message board, somebody asked about whatever happened to the bad Tex-Mex restaurant whose demise I predicted. Ironically enough, I was going to post about that very subject, thanks to a special development this weekend. Keep watching...
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