My eldest daughter dreamed that we bought a dachshund. She cuddled it at the breeder’s, and everyone was very happy with the new sausage dog. Next in the dream, I was driving the car with the family. My daughter looked out and saw our new dog on the road. I saw it too, accelerated and […]
I read Derek Kunsken’s “The Dog’s Paw” in Ellen Datlow’s latest Best Horror of the Year. It is a true horror story, with startling imagery, and a presentation of a topsy turvey world that filled me with unease. I saw today that it is now available for listening on Pseudopod. I am still not sure […]
Crossed Genres is about to release its third collection in book form, and I am delighted as it contains my story ‘My Life as a Lizard’, as well as an interview with me where I fail to be profound, but at least achieve pomposity (the state of being covered in volcano excrement, I think). Love the […]
I once had many blogs, and one that I really wanted to do concentrated on my best and worst reading experiences. I think I managed 3 entries. The final post dealt with the first volume of a steam punk alternative universe trilogy, which I did not like, especially the way it dealt with the grandfather […]
The interestingly named “The Grapple Annual” (Roy Slaven and HG Nelson come to mind) have announced their forthcoming publication, and the announcement includes that my short story, “The Penultimate Report of Sergeant Burns” is among the contents. (Perhaps that is the incentive I need to write some more, and blog some more. I am far […]
There is a generous review of “My Life as a Lizard“, at Apex. Reading the review, I had a moment of “yeah, that’s what I meant,” and I am very grateful that someone read the story and took the time to be so thoughtful and articulate about it. Made my day.
I am far from home. My many, many books are in cartons, denied to me, being placed in storage. I have been surviving upon Neal Stephenson’s Baroque Cycle, and I am in love with Duchess Eliza, not to mention Daniel Waterhouse, the Shaftoe Brothers, Enoch Root, the crew of the Minerva, and not to forget […]
“Featuring … Darwinian nightmares from David Stevens“. Who could ask for more?
The school camp was held in another universe. The cabin was small but the huge moon pouring through the window swelled it with liquid light. I could not sleep with the drilling of mosquitoes. I could not sleep this far from home. I had to lie in the tedium, desperate for the hours to pass. […]
An alleged poem for those of a certain generation … Marine Boy You need your gadgets boy, and how cool they are: rocket propeller shoes electric boomerang oxy gum. But you will never fit in. Everything underwater will always be blurry before your eyes obscuring the truth that the mermaid is never taking you home […]
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