… it looks as though there’ll be more soon. But not here. Just got word from Gord Zajac, fiction editor at ChiZine, that my story “The Mayor Will Make A Brief Statement And Then Take Questions” is a go for their next issue. The story itself is only slightly longer than the title, and I […]

Conventional wisdom suggests that this is not so. My hometown has a long history of standing in for various U.S. cities when the dollar is low and the SARS is dormant (we’re not New York, but we play one on television); but most people (read, movie and TV people) think Toronto is a little too

Well, I’m still not sure it is – but Jim Munroe and his vidoegrapher pals sure made it look easy last night, at the premiere of their $900 feature Infest Wisely. Shot on borrowed cameras, with a script written in seven days, in seven episodes directed by seven directors, it tells the tale of how

Does anybody but the author care when a draft of a horror novel that still needs a lot of work is finished? The only way to find out for sure is to blog it when it happens and watch the lauditory comments pile up. Or not… Here’s the birth announcement, as sent out earlier this

Okay – so I don’t pretend to have a deep involvement or any particular stake in the Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers of America, or their red-state – blue-state-like division over electronic publishing and Creative Commons and whatnot. But I know a good fake internet holiday when I see one, and Pixel-Stained Technopeasant Day looks

… at least as illustrations, for The Sloan Men and The Pit-Heads for now. I’m going to set up a proper page for my dad on the web site real soon. In the meantime, here’s his page at the Ingram Gallery, his dealer in Toronto.

I’ve just posted an old essay written by my pal and onetime collaborator Karl Schroeder and I, about the delicate work involved in collaborating on a short story. A version of it was published in On Spec magazine, but the full, collaborators’-cut glory of it is available here.

With no small thanks due to my pal Cory Doctorow, who was kind enough to sprinkle some magic boingboing dust on The Devil’s Exercise Yard; and Peter Watts, who linked me up to his high-tech rifters.com armature. At least 241 hits on the first day; 541 page views. Almost certainly more, ‘cuz I only started