Alan Wake is a jerk; Garrison Keillor is a grumpy old man; and BookExpo was awesome.

I finally realized that this movie aspired to be Star Wars and failed miserably.

It sounds like the setup to a joke: a werewolf, a vampire, and a ghost all move in together . . .

Deena’s official due date is tomorrow, so it’s kind of a horror enthusiast’s requirement that we spent tonight viewing The Unborn.

The hell business does a horror writer have at a romance writers convention?

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.

A baby moon — sort of like a honeymoon . . . Because, you know, our lives are supposed to end once the baby is here.

The plotting of LOST looks like a train track assembled by a dyslexic meth addict.

[copied from my old Myspace blog] The book for this year’s NEA Big Read is The Maltese Falcon, written by Dashiell Hammett in the 1920s.  The

[copied from my old Myspace blog] The Augusta Free Press recently printed an interview of me and Beth Massie talking about the state of publishing.  Here’s