
Pale Authors Bloom in the Spring
The last few weeks have been a whirlwind of activity for my fellow authors, especially the crimey-wimey ones, and it's all I can do to keep up with the news. End-of -semester activities usually prevent me from attending events like Malice Domestic of the Noir at the Bar Crawl, but I was able to pop into Barrelhouse's Conversations & Connections this year, if only to say howdy to Dave Housley and Erin Fitzgerald. Here they are tolerating "let's fall backward" approach to selfi

WHY are you telling me this story?
Even though people think I write some freaky shit*, I’m actually a classically repressed, can’t-high-five-without-cringing, Northern Ohioan when it comes to talking about “the realness.” But that doesn’t stop people from talking to me--or within obvious earshot--about everything. I mean, holy crap. Supposedly, Stephen King said he got the inspiration for IT when a cigarette-smoking clown sat next to him on an airplane. I think King referred to himself as a “weirdness magnet.”