The Outer Dark

“A Lineage of Shadows”

Scott Nicolay‘s podcast The Outer Dark features an excellent interview with Nightscript editor CM Muller. In the final segment (last half-hour-ish), Scott is joined by reviewer Justin Steele, and they say wonderful things about the volume—including some kind words for my contribution, “The Cuckoo Girls.” (I think C.M. should be particularly proud to have Nightscript called a “spiritual successor” to not only the much missed…

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PSA of the Day

New conspiracy theory: My beloved but geriatric 17 inch MacBook Pro, which essentially become a desktop machine after I got an Air, died last night. Apple sent an email this morning about the new iMac, released yesterday. Coincidence? Joke’s on them. There’s no replacement in the budget for the foreseeable future. However, the good news is—EVERYTHING IS BACKED UP. Some of it…

Cover image from “Nøkken” (1904) by Theodor Kittelsen.

Nightscript, Volume 1

Nightscript, Volume 1, edited by C.M. Muller, available in print and ebook editions from the publisher and Amazon. Contains my story “The Cuckoo Girls” along with stunning stories by Kristi DeMeester, Gregory L. Norris, Charles Wilkinson,  David Surface, Daniel Mills, Kirsty Logan, Kyle Yadlosky, Clint Smith, Damien Angelica Walters, Eric J. Guignard,  Marc E. Fitch, Michael Kelly, Bethany W. Pope,  John Claude Smith,  Zdravka Evtimova,  Jason A. Wyckoff,  Ralph Robert Moore, Christopher Burke, and Michael Wehunt. Purchase Links: From the…

Cover of the 1978 paperback edition.

Context is Everything—Or Is It?

I’ve been missing in action for some time. I spent the summer living in England and traveling in Europe. Although I fully intended to blog about my travels, it didn’t happen. (But, other writing did happen. Lots of writing. It was a good summer in all respects.) At the moment, big changes are taking place in Real Life. I’m trying to find the time…

In Search of Perfection and Nitrous Oxide

I think I wrote the perfect paragraph today. It was short but concise. It had imagery, emotion, depth, universality. The rhythm of the words was so exquisite it hurt. The prose flowed exactly as it should; it could be no other way. There may even have been a whiff of Proust’s madeleines about it. Which is completely inappropriate, because I head-wrote it…