Author: SGJ
New interview up, from Lance Olsen and Trevor Dodge’s Architectures of Possibility: After Innovative Fiction. Here.
New story up at Juked, my first one to feature Mr. Rod Serling: “Submitted for Your Approval.”
Piece of flash horror up at This Is Horror, “Evolution, 2:00am,” and it’s got the coolest illustration ever. But you got to click to see it.
Too, anybody remember that story (also from Juked) “Zombie Sharks with Metal …
Way the Baptists saw it, that dunk in the river made it sure you was going to heaven, even if before or later you knew a cow in the biblical sense and set fire to a crib with the baby in it — Lansdale, this book
When I’m pushing Joe R. Lansdale’s The Bottoms on somebody, I’ll usually tell them that it’s in the same vein as To Kill a Mockingbird, kind
of. Except it’s exciting, and has blood, and scary stuff. And those people, they usually come back and te…
New and super short story up at the always-cool Spinetingler. “Kittens.”
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Or, really, I guess it was Jason (Heller), Jesse (Bullington), and me. Last night at the Broadway Book Mall—Ron and Nina of Who Else books hosting us, Mario Acavedo moderating, all put together by Mike Hance. Not sure how many people showed up, but it was a standing-room-only kind of situation. Looked a lot like:
Too, anybody wanting the books we were signing last night—Taft 2012, The Enterprise of Death, Zombie Bake-Off (and probably the rest of our catalogues as well)—they&…
Don’t get me wrong, I love Demon Theory, I’m forever lost in it. But still, I always wondered what a novel written with that kind of syntax might look like if
somebody took out the footnotes. And then what if they also took out the screenplay language stuff? What would be left? Just straight-up story?
Zombie Bake-Off, pretty much.
To back up again, though: the big hurdle for me and graduate school, at the MA level anyway, it was that I had this big prejudice against dialogue. I felt …
from the back jacket:
“It’s time for the annual Recipe Days bake-off in Lubbock, Texas. Soccer moms and grandmothers gather to show off their family recipes, learn new secrets for the perfect shortcake, and perhaps earn a chance to be on the famous cooking show, How Would You Cook It, Then?
When the bake-off is crashed by a federation of pro wrestlers — including American Badass, Jersey Devil Jill, Tiny Giant, The Village Person, Jonah the Whale, the Hellb…
This was my first bookseller’s con. Surely not my last, now that I know these kind of goings-on actually go
on. It was completely different from the cons and festivals I usually hit, too. For one, nobody was dressed like Data, or Boba Fett, and there were no remote-control robot fights or Bat’leth instruction sessions or zombie defense demonstrations, and there was nobody in steampunk hats or goggles. The name tags, though, they were galaxies better. Not that I’…
That’s a mouthful of a subject line, yes? No worries, though. In the 
actual interview, there’s zero internal rhyme. Unless that’s specifically what you’re looking for. In which situation there’s little to no rhyme at that particular station. Though there will be a lot of fashion.
And now my brain seriously hurts, trying to think of rhyme-words. It’s not my first calling. It’s not even my last resort. It’s more like my le…
Don’t be afraid to embrace a song, or how it makes you feel. Remember the person you were when it touched you, or where you were — Brian Azzarello
At the end of December 2011, I finally read Robert McCammon’s A Boy’s Life. One of the more amazing reading experiences I’ve had—maybe I’d somehow known to save it for the month before I turned forty? 
Anyway, somewhere in it the grown-up narrator says how important it is to always keep listening to the new music, how that keeps you a…
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