To celebrate the preorder of my chapbook, UPROOTED, (see the last post for more information on the exclusive preorder bonus) I’m hosting a big ol’ contest. UPDATE: With four days left to enter the contest, odds are still really great. If you haven’t entered yet and don’t want to put much effort into trying to
First of all, welcome to my new digs, carefully and brilliantly designed by my brother, Michael Rapino. He worked incredibly hard to create a unique resting place for my diseased words, and he absolutely accomplished that feat. Be sure to check out all the dark corners of the site. I have a slew of new
“Loosely Enforced Rules” Reality Engineers (Audio Book) Exquisite Death (Audio Book) Soundtrack to the End Welcome to Moon Hill “When Ayanna Kapoor Waits” “Destination Unknown”
“Morning Espresso (Audio)…” “Fixing a Hole” “Morning Espresso…” “Camera Obscura” “Inside the Walls of East Lombard Street” “The Transformation”
Does your significant other regularly force you to watch movies you deem “too scary?” Does he or she have at least one tee shirt featuring a dismembered limb? Do they regularly refer to Valentine’s Day as “that black hole of consumerism in the middle of February?” If so, there’s a good chance your significant other
I wonder if I’m the only one that finds my blog post titles vaguely sexual. “Mount My Skull?” Well, if you insist. Unfortunately, I can’t take credit for this latest one, “Tickle My Pig.” It’s the name of a local barbecue joint I’ve only recently discovered. Anyone who has followed this blog knows that if
Sometimes people ask writers where they get their ideas. And usually, there isn’t a good answer, because really, where do ideas come from? I’m not sure what they expect. I guess maybe they think horror writers have some kind of mental illness that causes them to hear voices. Come on people. That’s just crazy. Horror
Somewhere along the line, I totally missed the changing of the guards. I only realized it was February when I saw a tweet about Groundhog Day, which I let pass by without my yearly viewing of the movie of the same name. Forgive me Mr. Murray. I blame all of it on the snow days.
I’m obsessed with Mah Nà Mah Nà. My first exposure to this song was through The Muppet Show when I was younger, but recently an episode of The Sarah Silverman Show had two of the characters singing the song after the uncanny resemblance of the phrase “Banana Cop” to “Mahna Mahna.” So of course I
I guess I went into a little hibernation for a while there. It happens. Maybe to me more often, but there it is. We’re deep into my second favorite season, and there’s even a little bit of the old white stuff on the ground outside. You know, I just about deleted this post and decided
