I opened my email this morning and found this amazing message:

"I just wanted to extend a massive thank you. I have had a grueling two months filled with surgeries and unpleasant chemo strains. My escape? Reading. Your vivid stories have made my pain bearable as I escape into the escapades of your believable characters. They had me laughing when ( Read more... )

"You have the right to freeze peach!" And I will defend that right 'til your last dying breath ( Read more... )

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I'm about to head out to the Clinton Book Shop for my first signing for Wipeout of the Wireless Weenies and Other Warped and Creepy Tales. Since I'm focusing my promotional efforts on this title, I figured it would be interested to keep a journal of my experiences, via this blog. (Though I may switch to some other form of social media if a better ( Read more... )

As always, I make note of National Poetry Month with this excerpt from Sleeping Freshmen Never Lie ( Read more... )

So I'm calling "bullshit" one anyone who insists that anything less than five stars is an insult or a transgression. I'm calling it on myself, too, for a near miss. I just read a delightful review of The Wavering Werewolf that was filled with praise and wonderfully blurbable lines. (E.g., "The plot is delightful...") As my inner PR monster was ( Read more... )

I haven't written a blog post since last August. I posted the following on Facebook, but felt it was worth trying to reach a wider audience ( Read more... )

Why Extremities Matters to Me

And Why It Should Matter to You


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Debbie Reese, who appears to make a profession out of getting offended, recently posted a blog attacking Jon Scieszka for having the kids in his Timewarp book, Oh Me Oh Maya, think of Mayan ruler Kakapupahed as Cacapoopoohead. That's fine, in and of itself. We are free to complain about anything. But the way she did is is not fine, for many reasons ( Read more... )

I have a very small extended family. I might have had more, but Hitler's supporters killed my grandmother's two sisters. At least, that's pretty much what she thinks happened, since they were taken to camps and she never saw them again. She was lucky enough to escape. My wife's Belgian Catholic mother was almost sent to a work camp, but she managed ( Read more... )