August has burned its way across the Midwest, so I guess that makes it time for another of my sporadic updates. Let’s start by talking about one of my least favorite subjects—Me!
Lots of news on this front, folks so let’s see if I can get it all in here:
First, my essay “The Abominable Dr. Phibes: Darkness and the Corrupting Power of Revenge” will be appearing in the anthology Butcher Knives and Body Counts: Essays on the Formula, Frights, and Fun of the Slasher Film, coming soon from Dark Scribe Press.
Ever a fan of rigid-form poetry, my zombie-themed Rondeau “They Eat Our Brains” is available now for your reading pleasure in Coscom Entertainment’s Vicious Verses and Reanimated Rhymes. I’m on page 97. A collection of poems about the zombie apocalypse, this anthology makes a perfect gift for your favorite poet, zombie or zombie-poet.
Poetry’s been a good time lately, as my poem “Lachesis” will be in the September issue of New Myths magazine. I wrote this one on a challenge at Mo*Con, and I was thrilled to find a home that appreciated interspersing mythology, knitting and meditations on death in one poem.
I’ve also been hard at work on a few other projects, but unfortunately, they’re under contract, and I won’t be able to say anything until they’ve been made public knowledge. Rest assured, though, that when the time comes, I’ll be crowing loudly about them.
Keeping up with Appearances:
Only a few chances left to harass me in person—August 13–16, I’ll be celebrating Woodstock’s anniversary at the big geek love-in known as Gen Con, in Indianapolis IN. You’ll find me in the infamous Author’s Alley where I’ll be signing copies of New Ceres Nights as well as Sails and Sorcery.
In September, I’ll be visiting the Yellow Rose at the Heart of Texas for the Austin Game Developer’s Conference. It’s the biggest and best for folks who work in the video game industry, and I’m thrilled for the chance to attend.
Finally, I’ll be closing out the year with an All Hallow’s trip to San Jose, CA and this year’s World Fantasy Convention. I haven’t managed to log a reading slot, but rest assured that if I do, You’ll hear about here at some point (I’d say first, but we all know how bad I am about updating this thing.)