Was supposed to be just, you know, fun. But then the news services got hold of it:

from : http://www.opengravesopenminds.com/books-and-articles/ancient-werewolf-known-as-old-stinker-sparks-folk-panic-in-uk/

I don’t even know if it finally sold any Mongrels, really.

And here’s a grab from the Daily Mail—much the same, just, without the Newcastle Beerwolf: 

from: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-3591219/Hull-residents-spot-f…

And all the English-speaking places over there—Aus, NZ, wherever. Turkey too, soon, but I haven’t seen that one yet.

Anyway, to proper-launch Mongrels over there, SciFiNow talked about Mongrels—so cool:

Click here to go to the there (here to buy it over there).

And, talking this UK Mongrels, like, the artifactness of it, there’s . . .

• different color, different height/dimensions:

  

• the coolest (HarperVoyager) crescent moon, that I had to re-angle the book ei

Always fun, talking to smart people on the television:

The click to go to the place: http://reportfromsantafe.com/episodes/view/366/stephen-graham-jones-author-mongrels-demon-theory/…

Not what I listened to while Mongrels-writing, but some songs that synch up well with Mongrels, I think. Which you can cue up just on Spotify, here*. Also, before I get to annotating and embedding and pulling my hair about because the versions I want aren’t available, etc, I also put together a Youtube playlist—different stuff, same vein—here* (also, no guarantees there isn’t a bit of overlap between Youtube and Spotify—I get really clicky about werewolf songs…

There came a point in writing Mongrels where I realized, DUDE: you can’t have them driving a Buick in two chapters in a row! Werewolves don’t have brand loyalty, they drive whatever’s at hand. So began what I call the travails: google-image searching for like two bleary-eyed, numb-fingered days, until I’d not only put all the Chevrolets the proper distance from each other, but I’d set eyeballs (these) on pretty much the exact car for each cha…

Didn’t think to start nabbing these pics until a day or two ago, so I’m sure there’s a lot of great and perfect ones out there. And, hope I’m not stepping on any toes, reposting them. If so, let me know? I’ll delete, or crop your name out (or mine?). Just snagged them off social media, usually. Twitter (#), Litsy, FB, maybe another place or two, who knows.

Anyway, in no kind of order, and with the poster’s name when I could screencap it in:

That …

Wordplay aside, this looks to be pretty fun. So it only has one review? It’s a pretty good one, anyway. And I dig the setup:

Coming across as a sort of Blair Witch Project version of hunting The Wolfman

This is one I’m going to try hunt down myself:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=37BpGGZWxA8…

Southern Gods

A lot of novels out there, they play with the tentacley, the eldritch, the elder, but this one . . . I don’t know. It kind of does it, first, in a way that doesn’t seem like ‘play’ at all, but more important, it does it in a way that kind of rewrites the world I thought I had an all right handle on. Southern Gods‘ running explanation for just the metaphysics or cosmic underpinnings of our world, they make scary sense. However, gran…

Always dig being there. I mean, I know so many people there, it’s a lot like coming home. And—should have taken a picture—always cool to see my older books faced-out on the shelves, of course:

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Anyway—remember how, in DC, I had the kind of maximum amount of knife-drama, getting into the building? For this book event, that is, the book event RIGHT DOWN THE ROAD FROM MY HOUSE, well: there was some truck drama:

And, actually, that’s from a couple of weeks ago, when …

Remember how in Mötley Crüe’s “Home Sweet Home” video, there’s all these slow-motion, black and white scenes from before and after and during the concert, the tour, this life on the road? That’s what Billy Stratton’s snapshot of Richard and Kadrey last night at Tattered Cover reminds me of:

What’s especially cool about that? For once I actually even pulled my OWN phone out, and snapped a picture of the audience, for the exact r…