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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

… And not much to report on it. A couple of weeks ago, however, I spent some time at the World Horror Convention here in Toronto. It was easily the most enjoyable and hopefully professionally useful convention I’ve been into in this town, and certainly one of the best I’ve been to ever. So I’m