Author: SGJ

Kind of swamped here in Massachusetts this week (literally: it’s the kind of humid here that’s like a sauna), haven’t had time to proper announce that today’s the day, but: today’s the day. Here’s some of the stuff I’ve seen so far:

Which is from the Tor.com offices, I think—just search “Mapping the Interior” in birdland for more like this. But actual words, too:

http://www.nyjournalofbooks.com/book-review/…

Or,  West Texas, at least, which, for eighteen years, was pretty much all the world I could confirm there was.

Once had a hotel in Junction, Texas tell me “You’re in luck, you get the last room.” pic.twitter.com/4WlYxkbMmk

— Jason Truitt (@JasonHGTruitt) June 19, 2017

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Mapping the Interior by Stephen Graham Jones

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French Fries, Spandex, and Other Surefire Ways to Kill a Werewolf

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I got to be a small part of this:

The Ask: What Environmental Issues Give Nightmares to Horror Writers?

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I mean, yeah, this is a tough one to crack:

But, I mean, I did kind of offer what I consider a pretty rational solution:

Rising Star

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Which is a good Randy Travis song. But, I’m actually talking about real physical crumbly cool bones, here not metaphorical sad nostalgic bones:

Amateur Archaeology: From Bone Yards to Writing Desks

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I’ve only ever had two kind of holy grail acts: Bruce Springsteen and Bob Seger. But back when they were touring harder, I was . . . well, I didn’t end up in their amphitheaters, anyway. I mean, I didn’t even see Metallica or Motley Crue until the 2000s. So, I  figured I’d missed out. I should have had more money back when. I should have had more resolve. I should have insisted. I should have made the drive, should have done whatever I needed to do to get thos…

This is like that one in Werewolf of London (1935), just, straight on:

Here’s that Werewolf of London one:

And here’s another clever way to do it—in shadow:

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Part 1’s live today. Other parts coming around every Saturday for a bit here.

http://gamut.online/node/204

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