Sex & Nudity

A woman is seen naked, from behind, but it’s through two doors, and in the point-of-view of a killer tire, so it’s not really anything you can do much with.

Profanity

Not excessive, and what’s there’s mostly from the ‘spectators’—the embedded horror-movie audience meant to offer the same objections we would, or already are, thereby anticipating and perhaps deflating those objections (think the pirate contingent in the theater watching Spongebob, or the W…

by Adam Blomquist and J.S. Breukelaar…

Or: The subject line that comes to mind now that I just finished up the Deadwood series. Or: just to write dialogue like that once, ever. I mean, yeah, it’s all kinds of fakey and staged and overblown, but it’s that kind of fakey and staged and overblown and David Mamet-y that feels like playwrights had a pen involved. The lines Swearengen and Bullock and Tolliver and the rest would deliver every episode, they always had this cool Elizabethan kind of vibe to them, though always und…

I can’t imagine I’ve actually remembered every book I’m in, so, if you find one missing, let me know, I’ll see what I can get done. And, these aren’t journals/mags/zines, just anthology-types. And craft books. And annuals/best-of-the-year stuff.

Because this is a “gallery,” that means that when there’s not enough images to fill a row, these bottom one or two covers will balloon up to fill the space. So, they’re j…

Some movies just make you happy. Feast was this was for me. And Severance. And Leslie Vernon. And, though it’s more over-the-top, Club Dread. Horror comedy’s where it’s at, I think, though there’s a line, yeah; while I’ll sign up any day of the week for a Decampitated viewing, I don’t do so well at the Scary Movie series. I get all the references and jokes, sure, but it’s always a very painful kind of humor, as what they’re lampooning up there, it’s what I love, it’s the horror I hold s…

this one is just as strong as THE SAD TALE OF THE BROTHERS GROSSBART. best thing I’ve read so far this summer, by far, and I kind of doubt anything else is going to live up to it. and, I’ve had this copy Jesse gave me for I don’t know how long long — too long — but kept putting it off, telling myself it was because I was arm-deep in the second BUNNYHEAD installment, that reading Jesse would shut me down there, and then telling myself it was nearly five hund…

which I’d posted individually, but they all died in the hack.

So, to list:

short-piece “Bone Choir” up at Rotten Leaves.
• Coachella interview’s live
• “Blue Velvet Monster: on David Foster Wallace” is up at The Cult
• “What You Can Remember,” an essay, is included in Llano Estacado: Island in the Sky.
• It Came from Del Rio is a Colorado Book Award Finalist
• I’m included/interviewed at ReadHorror
• I’m somewhat on L

will be streamed this Saturday night, here. I would say you’ll maybe see me on-stage, but, yeah. it’ll be one of the other nominees, I suspect. I’ll try to do a good Faith Hill close-up/reaction thing, though. also, I bought a tuxedo jacket the other day at Goodwill. now just to figure how to make it work with my White’s Boots.

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Adolescence and lycanthropy are the chocolate and peanut butter of the horror world. All this strange body hair, an insatiable appetite, late hours,  sleeping at all the wrong times, nights you can’t really remember, can only piece together flashes of. A pretty sincere distrust of what are seeming to be your instincts, and everybody looking at you like they know, so that you feel pressured to only hang out with your pack, with who you can trust, those who share your afflictio…

I don’t care who you are, you only get a couple of drop-dead gorgeous stories, no matter how long you write. A couple, maybe three, that just sing, that last, that are permanent, that are indelible. Even Flannery O’Connor, even Tobias Wolff, even Stephen King. The rest can be beautiful and chiseled and have impact, do everything right, and you’ve got to keep trying to do it again, just one more time, trade whatever parts of yourself you need to get the words down right, but still — i…