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In the course of eviscerating one of Robert Sheckley’s early stories, James Blish penned (or typed, more probably) the immortal line “they look like rabbits, but if you call them smeerps that makes it science fiction.” This made its way … Continue reading →

1. A Meme Stop me if you’ve heard this one: * Grab the nearest book. * Open the book to page 56. * Find the fifth sentence. * Post the text of the next two to five sentences in your … Continue reading →

1. Sorry I’ve been so silent here lately. Part of that has been due to technology: my beloved but ailing eMac finally became unusable, so I took part of my advance for Blood of Ambrose and bought a new iMac; … Continue reading →

Beneath the bloody sky, upon his mountain throne, the Stalker waits for wolf-days and his hands-of-fire bide their time.

When I heard that John McCain had picked a glamorous, gun-toting, motorcycle-riding, crusading woman to be his running mate (named Sara[h] P., no less), I have to admit I got chills–not altogether unpleasant ones. This is an archetype that powerfully … Continue reading →

Rumor has it that these guys will be lurking somewhere in the Great Black Swamp tonight. We may have to brave the mosquitoes and the Headless Motorcyclists and whatnot and go see them.

Some new reviews of Black Gate 12 up: by Sherwood Smith at The Fix (thanks sartorias!) and by Lois Tilton at The Internet Review of Science Fiction (registration required). Both are pretty generous toward my story (so my egocentric universe … Continue reading →

There are a couple of reasons why, as stated on my badly-needs-to-be-updated profile, “Although I have certain extreme political opinions, I won’t usually vent them here.” One reason is that I object to the politicization of everything, which was one … Continue reading →

My last political post provoked such a pleasant conversation, I thought I’d favor the virtual world with my virtual thoughts on McCain’s VP pick. I was going to title it “Palin by Comparison” or “Palin Around” (depending on how the … Continue reading →

Hope deferred maketh the heart sick. But when the desire cometh, it is a tree of life.