We’ve got Quiet Earth giving us more coverage than we ever wanted on the genre for film and TV, but I think we’re lacking a site that keeps us updated about apocalypse stories in print. There are lists out there, untouched for years, and the Wikipedia list, which is pretty good. But no sort of […]
Oh my god! I think my brain is dead. But I did it – our latest book hit the printer on Friday morning, and now I just have to sit back, drink vodka, and wait for the proofs…
I’ve been stealthily avoiding all of the talk about how the publishing industry is dying because, really, are we surprised?
Oh, look, the latest book is available for preorder. Go Here. The power of Christ compels you!
From February of 2007. This picks up from mysterious and long lost commuter train notes. No idea where I was going with it… Though I did mention that high school walk home again in the recent post, Train Town.
Oh god, overstock fees on this book will start October 1st, and they’re going to kill me. So here’s your big chance. Do you want a copy for $2.50, shipping included? No problem. Paypal to email@example.com. Or get something off my Wishlist and I’ll send you a copy along with some other goodies I have […]
Ah, money. Money’s always a problem. But if I had the money, there are tons of things I would do differently with the books I publish.
Gmail cleanout…part four! GS started in April of 2001, then called Dirty Freaks. It switched over to GS in 2002. By 2004, I had tons of shit that I had thrown up drunkenly onto the front page…just like I’m doing now! I started a publishing company in January of 2005, and that was after thinking […]
Here’s an idea: Bookstores and festivals should pay the author for events. I mean, this is a business, right? The author is a commodity that equals attendance/sales, right? So what’s with this attitude that the publisher (or, in many cases, the author) cover travel and lodging? This especially gets on my tits when the author […]
I recently badmouthed Galleycat, because enough with the lolcats thing, okay? And that goes for everybody. I just hate the internet. I want to go back to making Xerox chapbooks and selling them at the groovy record store. I want a world without Google Chat. I want personal correspondence to be measured in days, not […]