Stephen Graham Jones

Nine of these already? I think so. I mean, I’m no expert professional seasoned counter or anything, and my roman-numeral-fu maybe isn’t operating at the absolute highest level, but still, here we are, I think.

And? Here’s where we’ve been:
one werewolf, two werewolves, three werewolves, four. Five werewolves, six werewolves, seven werewolves, and one more. 

That’s the thing with werewolves. You think you’ve taken care of them …

For anybody just catching this broadcast on the digital shortwave, here’s installments one, two, three, four, five, six, and lucky number slevin.

Also? It kind of makes me sad that I had to actually think to title this one—I mean, think to Roman-numeral it Not that “VIII” is hard, or should be, but, man, when I was in elementary, I so prided myself on Roman numerals being on instant-rolodex. And I just now had to thin if “8” went above five or u…

Part 7 already? I mean, I did the first one of these kind of as a lark. And now I’ve got enough pics and screencaps after this one for an eights installment. Thank you all so much. Verymuch digging seeing Mongrels in ever tab on my browser—and in everybody’s lenses. Means everything. Times two.

For anybody just tuning in, here’s fastlinks to what’s already happened: one, two, three, four, five, and six.

And here’s some littermate Mongrels is s…

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Oh, man, don’t have time really even to mini-review all of these (edit: that’s a lie. I couldn’t help it). But they’re far and away the best stuff I’ve seen lately:

This one—wow. Halfway between Tombstone and Unforgiven, and kind of built on the dramatic backbone of Shane. Doc rides again. Unlike most westerns, though, this one’s got some real emotional punch.

Thought this was just going to be a mindless romp, but, turns out? It’…

Makes me half-nervous, making fun, as I know you see your own frailties best in others. But still—well, I don’t like coffee, or beer, or fine dining. But I’m sure I’m a poser in some way all the same:

List of Things That Don’t Make You A Writer

When I moved to Austin, I was surprised to learn that every guy and gal hanging out at a coffee shop was a novelist, every barista was sitting on a few truly outstanding, and unpublished, literary masterpieces, and ev

Y’all been hearing the same thing I have? That we’re kind of easing into a novella-friendly space? Like:

• http://io9.gizmodo.com/tor-com-explains-why-novellas-are-the-future-of-publish-1685440234
• http://www.nytimes.com/2016/03/22/business/media/james-patterson-has-a-big-plan-for-small-books.html?

And more and more, I’m sure. As for what constitutes a novella, a short novel, a novelette, a long story . . . who knows. I mean: ed…

This must by my first post about food, ever. Anyway, was just commenting on a friend’s pic of a some pie on Facebook—can’t link to it, but the Instagram’d version’s here—and realized that the reason I have yet to try keylime pie (that’s what the pie in question was), even though I promised myself to after it looked halfway-good in Million Dollar Baby/on Clint Eastwood’s fork is that new food terrifies me like little else. Seriously. M…

Which is a slasher I wrote  . . . two years ago? I’d just reread The Virgin Suicides, and thought, Man, that was cool, sure—along with American Psycho, maybe the book of the nineties—but, wouldn’t it be cooler if that royal first-person delivery could be used to deliver something with a lot of people dying in gruesome ways? So: Lake Access Only. Which turned out cool. At least, I verymuch dig it. Yet to sub it anywhere, though, as it’s a weird one. Also? I may di…

This is Part VI of these. The other parts are here: one, two, three, four, and five. I should call them the Yellow Dog Chronicles, maybe. The Werewolf Digest. Either way, it’s cool to be on tables like this:

And, yes, the kids do need to get Mongrelized:

Always proud to be in a proper dogpile:

And, even cooler to be the surprise:

And, check it out: the two small silhouettes—the woman on Scalped, the kid on Mongrels—they’re the same size. They could walk out of this s…