It’s in the Stars
With baby Warner due any day now, Deena and I get a kick out of reading the daily horoscope for Leo.
With baby Warner due any day now, Deena and I get a kick out of reading the daily horoscope for Leo.
The hell business does a horror writer have at a romance writers convention?
“Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer do.” … Could Michael Heilemann, the author of the default Wordpress theme, have hidden this in his CSS so he could later track down everyone who was using code based his theme? Yes, I’m paranoid.
It’s eerie how these questions are always the same, without exception.
“War of the Inner Worlds,” my one-paragraph sequel to H.G. Wells’s “War of the Worlds,” appears in a new book from Public Affairs.
My local newspaper served up another nugget of mental poop this morning, this time in the form of Erika Lassen’s column, Sexy ads limit my freedoms.
I’ve spent all of 2009 so far writing and refining a two-act comedy stage play about pirates who take over a Caribbean cruise ship. . . . Yes, I realized halfway through the first draft that the timing of this idea is a little off. Damned Somalis.
A baby moon — sort of like a honeymoon . . . Because, you know, our lives are supposed to end once the baby is here.
I can’t stand ignorance, which is why I must sometimes write Sunday letters like this one.