SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!   Don’t you just LOVE THEM? So, the Outbreak Monkey tattoo is sort of a story point in my upcoming book, Beneath the Stain, and I actually commissioned a friend of Chicken’s to make me a tattoo to put on the cover.  It’s beautiful, and Chicken knows good work when she sees it!  I… Read More

Okay, so about two weeks ago, after the NPR interview, I was sitting in front of my computer trying to get some shit done.  And by “shit” I mean Black John, and by “done” I mean finish the fucking book (which is, thank Goddess, finished!) before the world of despair, drug use, and cynicism I’d created… Read More

So, when I check to see if I have blog comments I also check to see how many hits I get on a post, and yeah– the last post was something of a record breaker. This post will not be. In fact, if I get over 90 hits, I shall have officially told more people… Read More

And This Above All, To Thine Own Self Be True…  Hamlet, Act I, Scene 3 Everybody knows that quote, right?  I mean everybody knows that quote.  But only a small percentage of people who know that quote (a much larger percentage if you read my blog!) know that these words are the most mischaracterized quotation… Read More

Hey all– I know it’s not *kermit flail Monday* but I’m going to pimp a friend’s book here first off anyway. See, I’ve made my personal life public for more than eight years.  At first, it was on the assumption that nobody was listening, and after several painful moments proving that wasn’t true, I started… Read More

Okay– so, once upon a time, when Amy was in high school, with a very different name and a huge aspiration to be an English teacher and parents who flat out told her she would never make it because she was, in their words, a “Space Cowboy”, an amazing thing happened. Amy discovered theater. And… Read More

(*For those of you who saw this first bit on FB already, scroll down– I’ve got more stuff below it:-) Okay… so I’m sitting at my computer and the following happens… ***…An Altoid’s box is plunked right next to my computer by my sober-eyed Zoomboy. “What is that?”“Greg. My fish.”“Oh!”“Well I wasn’t going to bring the… Read More

Wow.   So, it’s been something of a month, right?  But when I put out calls for *kermit flail Monday* I got a lot of really awesome responses.   This first one, from Eisabeth Staab is right up my alley– or rather, my Urban Fantasy alley.  Elisabeth writes a really amazing vampire series called the… Read More

And in the backyard whence all things are possible… “Look- look, Mom!  Gordie has a dead bird!  And he’s trying to get into the house!” (This from both kids, screaming and waving arms in excitement.) “Ack!  SHUT THE DAMNED DOOR!” “Aw, mom– look!  He’s playing with it.  He’s so proud!”  (This from Zoomboy.) “Oh!  Mom!… Read More

I’ll be honest, my family isn’t particularly sentimental about patriotism.  We’ve see far too many politicians use it–as Mark Twain insisted– as the last refuge of the nincompoop.  If someone doesn’t like your version of how to fix the world, well, they scream “UNPATRIOTIC” in your face, and you run away, for fear of being… Read More