RPM

I turned in my review of Ghost Brothers of Darkland County to FEARnet this weekend so you should see it in a day or two. I also posted reviews of Harbor Nocturne by Joseph Wambaugh and The Wind Through the Keyhole by Stephen King. I have a longer review of the latter in the forthcoming issue of CD magazine.

Got back on the elliptical trainer for the first time in several weeks this morning. When I was facing my book deadline, that extra half hour every morning seemed crucial. Probably was. The funny thing is that I fell back into the exact same cadence. I seem to have a natural 78-80 rpm thing going on. Probably dates back to my days when I used to cycle long distances. One bit of advice I received early on was to get a comfortable rhythm and adjust the gears to maintain it regardless of the conditions. It worked out quite well. I did a few century rides back in the day.

Quite a shift on Fringe this week, jumping forward 20 years. It was an interesting attempt to imagine what the world might look like that far in the future, but there were a couple of oddities. Broyles’ telephone still had a cord, and the Fringe team actually had to show papers of transit, instead of QR codes or smart phone displays. How retro. I knew from the moment she came on the screen who the young Fringe agent was supposed to be. Never doubted it for a minute. I like it that Walter became a bit of a jerk when the excised bits of his brain were restored—the very reason why those particular segments were taken out in the first place. I wonder if Leonard Nimoy gets paid for the show when he shows up trapped in amber?

We reached the episode on Season 4 of The Sopranos where Tony and Ralphie Cifaretto finally resolve their ongoing hate/hate relationship once and for all. The one about the horse stables. I never thought Ralphie would make it out of the first season he appeared in alive and all of a sudden he became a captain and a protected guy. Funny how these things work out.

A pleasant surprise at the end of this week’s Amazing Race. If there ever was a good example of a reason not to give up, that was it. The final place team has a lot of ground to make up, but airports can often be great equalizers. I wonder what the penalty would have been if a team had chosen to give up right from the beginning. Imagine getting a two hour penalty instead of spending four hours trying to get a dance routine right. It also looks like the cricket contest was easier than the taxi course, based on how the two teams that did it came in second and third.

I finally watched Ghoul this weekend, the Chiller TV movie based on Brian Keene’s novel. It wasn’t bad. I’ve quit a lot of low-budget horror movies in the past, but I stuck this one through to the end. Campy in places, and the acting was all over the map, but it was sort of okay. Most of the kids held their ground, especially the lead.

There’s a new show on the CW called L.A. Complex that is an import from CTV. I’ve been hearing good things about it so I checked out the pilot via OnDemand. It has sort of a Melrose Place vibe, but with a Canadian sensibility. It’s about a bunch of aspiring actors, singers, musicians and stand up comics who all live in a place called the Deluxe Suites. Hotel California it ain’t, but it’s cheap and they have great parties. The recognizable star is Jewel Staite from Firefly as the actress who was in a short-lived show called Teenage Wasteland that was canceled and is sort of a cult hit. Sound familiar? When anyone asks about it, her canned answer is “We  had a bad time slot.” She’s reached an age when she has to insist she’s there for the younger parts, not the mother roles.  Mary Lynn Rajskub has a funny guest appearance as herself, tormenting an aspiring comic who is about to bomb. When he mentions one of her famous sketches, she says with the straightest of faces that that was Mary Lynn Rajskub and that she is, in fact, Sarah Silverman. Later she and another comedian are at the bar and they give him career advice: play smaller rooms, like your apartment, or the bathroom, or a zero dimensional vortex. Another aspiring actress has a great audition and then ruins her chance by puking because she just took the morning after pill. She tries to salvage it but the director stops her with these words of wisdom: When there’s vomit on the piano, it’s time to stop the audition. They aren’t all failures. One guy has just gotten the lead in a new drama, but he’s plagued by insecurity. And another dancer almost makes the final cut as a dancer for a musician’s tour. The reality, though, is that so many things have to come together at the right time. They can be really good but just not what the director is looking for, as when Staite’s character tries to go for a part that is written to be a black woman. I’ll probably check this out again. It’s filmed and produced in Canada, with enough L.A. exteriors to make it seem credible, but more than a few “ehs” slip in.

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While it’s still cool

I was well prepared for yesterday afternoon’s rainstorm. I was once again on my bicycle at work. I watched the radar and saw the red and yellow patches emerge from the west. It grew overcast shortly after noon, but I hung in until 12:45 p.m. when I figured I’d better head for home. I can do a lot of my job from my home office, so I was able to keep up with things. The rain started in earnest at around 2 p.m. and continued for the rest of the afternoon and evening. I would have been an unhappy camper if I’d had to bike home in that mess. Today it is comparatively cool (do you consider 70° cool?) and breezy, so I have the office window open as I work.

The image up yonder (or over yonder, depending on the width of your browser window) is from a scene in Ghost Brothers of Darkland County. An interesting scene in that the characters point rifles at the audience and pull the trigger several times! It’s also a crucial incident in the rivalry between the eponymous ghost brothers, as the outcome of the competition leads to the deadly showdown between them. After a bit of a hiatus from FEARNet because of my book deadline, I’m back today with the first of two articles about Ghost Brothers. Part 1 details the show’s long journey from inception to execution: The Long Road to Atlanta. Sometime next week, I’ll have Part 2, my review of the show.

I also posted my review of Harbor Nocturne by Joseph Wambaugh. I seem to be less enchanted by his recent Hollywood Division novels than many readers. The cops are becoming caricatures. The bad guys are far more interesting. I was really surprised, though, by a plotting choice he makes late in the book. It takes some courage to do what he did, I’ll give him that.

I’ve had a galley of The Providence Rider by Robert McCammon kicking around my office for far too long. That’s my next read. This morning, though, I read the first section of Clown in the Moonlight, a brutal novella by Tom Piccirilli inspired by the true story of a high school student who killed a classmate, claiming that Satan made him do it. He took his friends out into the woods to show them the body, like it was a tourist spot. Lots of sex and drugs and heavy metal. I sense something of a change in direction coming in the second section.

We watched a couple of more episodes of Season 4 of The Sopranos last night. I think we’re about halfway through the season. Tony’s young fellow is growing up fast!

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I like to ride my bicycle

We’re down to one car this week, so I had to dust off the bicycle this morning. Peel off the cobwebs. Pump up the tires. My commute is only a couple of miles, so it’s not bad, and the weather is perfect. Tomorrow: less so. Might have to hitch a ride.

I was notified last night that my contributor copy of The Crane House is on the way from Cemetery Dance. I’m looking forward to seeing how this story turned out.

I abandoned Harbor Nocturne by Joseph Wambaugh in the middle of my other work, so now I’m back at it. It’s the latest in his series featuring cops working Hollywood. I can’t say that I like these as much as his older, classic novels, but they’re okay.

Law & Order: SVU was crazy this week. Must have been an episode that was bumped from earlier in the year, as it is set on Valentine’s Day. It was about a woman who had multiple affairs, often with delivery men, who gets caught in a nest of lies and still manages to bluff her way through. I wonder what Amaro thought he saw in her that made him suspicious of his wife. I’m betting the whole thing blows up in his face and that she’s actually seeing a counselor.

A rousing episode of Survivor. It always make for good drama when someone starts to go off the deep end a little, as Troy-zan did this week. I also think the crew relishes contests where the players have to gorge themselves on food in a very short period of time, as with Kat’s cake. What can you say about Leif? The guy didn’t leave much of an impression. It was like the producers had to go out of their way to show him in reaction shots because he didn’t seem to do anything else. Even on the Ponderosa clips, which are usually 95% about the most recent evictee, they were hard pressed to show much about him. One of the three segments was about Jonas prepping sushi (with Leif as his assistant).

The women are now firmly in control and Troy-zan can’t afford to make any mistakes. It was smart of him to lead the others into thinking he might have found an immunity idol, but that just means that if he doesn’t win immunity next week they’ll split the votes between him and the other -zan to hedge their bets. Kim is still running things, but I wouldn’t count Chelsea or Kat out of it yet.

Eureka is back for its final season and, true to form, they did another timeline reboot. This must be at least the third or fourth time that they’ve completely juggled things around. Poor Allison and Carter. Will they ever get together permanently? I wasn’t terribly fond of the way the first episode ended, because it made everything that had happened up to that moment seem unimportant and moot, but it’s a fun show.

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The tax man

Have you been holding off from buying a copy of When the Night Comes Down because you couldn’t decide whether to get the trade paperback or the ebook? Well, wait no more. If you buy that trade paperback (or any other) via the Dark Arts Books website, you’ll get the ebook for free. What a deal! How better to spend your tax refund?

My Storytellers Unplugged essay this month is a sequel to my February contribution. This one is called  Asking questions or getting answers?

I wrote a few book reviews this weekend. New on Onyx Reviews you’ll find reviews of Calico Joe by John Grisham, The Garner Files by James Garner and Edge of Dark Water by Joe R. Lansdale. I also checked the proofs of one short story, executed editorial changes for another and got a third back into circulation. Slowly but surely getting on top of things again. I also submitted an essay to FEARNet this morning and have another to finish this week.

A while back, the British publisher Hodder & Stoughton invited people to send in photos of themselves to be used to create a mosaic for the back cover of The Wind Through the Keyhole. I found out today that mine is one of the hundreds (if not thousands) that is being used. It’s an interesting effect. I’m not sure that anything will be visible or recognizable on the final printed product, but it’s cool.

Was Mad Men funny this week or what? The fight scene was hilarious, as much for the “audience” reaction as for the participants. Pete (loved the scene where he “auditioned” the hooker in different roles) seems to be turning into Don Draper while Don turns into, hmmm, a good guy, perhaps? His reaction to the name of the UT shooter was interesting—I wonder if there’s supposed to be an implied relationship since his real name is Dick Whitman.

It was a Firefly reunion on Castle this week with Adam (Jayne Cobb) Baldwin appearing as an anti-gang cop named Slaughter. A bit of a change of pace, with Castle tagging along with someone different, a cop who is essentially the anti-Beckett. It was fun seeing them together again. And the promo for The Avengers featuring Nathan Fillion and Robert Downey Jr. after the credits was fun, too.

I have no idea why last night’s episode of House was called “We Need the Eggs.” Did I miss the reference? Something to do with Woody Allen, I’m guessing. A strange episode that went to great lengths to come up with a patient syndrome that reflected on the lack of relationships for House and his team. I guessed the Neti Pot cause right around the time House was sketching it on the board. I remember reading about some people who died or became very sick after using one.

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Friday the 13th

I’ve never been sure why it takes a full day to catch up when you’re only out of town for 36 hours, but it does.

Wednesday morning I flew to Atlanta. Had to get up at 4:30 a.m. to make a 7:00 flight. I scheduled it early so that I wouldn’t have to fret about any delays. Of course, everything was on schedule and I was in Atlanta by 10 a.m. The MARTA system is a great way to get from the airport into town and  you can’t beat the price: $2.50 vs. $35-40 by taxi, and you don’t have to worry about traffic problems. It takes 30 minutes or so from the baggage claim area. Extremely convenient. The station was only two blocks from my hotel. Of course, since I was so early I couldn’t check in. I met up with Rocky Wood in the lobby and had a chat with him, then went to lunch with Ms. Mod from Stephen King’s office. She showed me where the after-party was going to be. En route, we passed T. Bone Burnett, who looks every bit as cool in person as in photographs.

After I checked in, I had time to kill so I went to the exhibit at the museum across the street: From Picasso to Warhol. It featured works from about 16 artists, including the bookends and Piet Mondrian, Jackson Pollock. The Picassos were interesting because there were a few pre-cubist works that showed he knew how to draw realistic people before he went off in another direction.

The whole gang (there must have been 20 of us) met up in the hotel lobby and went over to the Alliance Theater en masse. Dave Hinchburger from the Overlook Connection was there with his wife, youngest son and a couple of others. A few people from King’s office, plus Russ Dorr, who does research for King (as far back as The Stand and as recently as 11/22/63 — I met him in Dallas last fall). Some people I know from on-line. We had most of a row at the front of the mezzanine, which was a great place to sit.

This was the red carpet premiere of Ghost Brothers of Darkland County, which had been running in previews for a week. The first thing to strike me was the elaborate stage. The centerpiece is the interior of a rural Mississippi cabin, but it had other components, too, including a lover’s leap, a bar (which was on an upper level) and a section where a convertible car could be pushed out onto the set. Before the show started, ghosts were projected across the set and a handful of actors took up spots in the wings. At first we thought they were dummies, especially the guy on the bench next to the bus stop. He didn’t move an inch.

The show opened with the appearance of The Shape, an imp/jester character who served as the Greek chorus and also flitted among the actors, impelling them to do unwise things. Whispering in their ears. He really set the tone of the show with his jaunty, saucy opening number wherein he takes responsibility for all the bad things people do. He emerged out of a trap door and flitted and pranced around. Great stuff.

The contemporary story is about a man who brings his two adult sons together (along with his wife) to try to get them to stop fighting with each other. One is a writer who has just sold his first novel for $500,000 and is seeing his brother’s ex-girlfriend. The other brother is an aspiring musician who rarely succeeds at anything and works at a dead-end job that will probably consume him. Their rivalry has had its violent moments: the musician recently broke the writer’s arm, but the writer wasn’t blameless in that altercation.

When the father was 10 years old, his two old brothers had a similar rivalry that led to a tragedy that killed them and the girl who floated back and forth between them. The father wants to tell that story to his sons to avoid something similar happening again. The ghosts of the past are eager for some resolution, too. They wander through the set, visible to each other and the audience but not to the family. There’s lots of bouncing back and forth in time to show some of the things that happened when the ghosts were alive and conflicts between the man’s two sons. It takes a while for the father to get to the point. There are parts of the tale he’s reluctant to tell.

The songs are used to develop character and theme, but not usually plot. The action stops for songs, as a rule. The stage is quite versatile, with things rising out of the two panels in the floor, elements being pushed on from the wings, and creative lighting changing the tone and appearance of the set. The lighting was something that most people commented on afterward.

The band was behind a screen at the very top of the stage, almost up in the rafters. The music was lively, peppy, moody, infectious and dramatic. The vocal performances were uniformly strong, though I would pick up the Shape and Jenna (the female ghost) as the best soloists. When the four ghosts sang together, their harmonies were outstanding, and when the entire ensemble sang, it was like Godspell or Jesus Christ Superstar. Powerful stuff.

There was a lot going on on the stage. When someone looked at a photograph, a copy of it would be projected on a wall. The occasional sentence appeared on a board. The passage or skipping of time was indicated by numbers rolling from the past to the present or vice versa. Definitely a professional production that was well conceived and executed.

Without giving too much away, the story is about trying to get people to avoid repeating the mistakes of the past, and King’s perspective on this kind of story (remember the Butterfingers episode of Kingdom Hospital?) will seem familiar to many.

The performers received a standing ovation the minute the show finished and throughout the entire curtain call. King, Mellencamp and Burnett were dragged onstage at the end and took their bows, too.

Afterward, we were invited to the cast party, which was in a ballroom at the Four Seasons. None of us knew how big a shindig it was going to be. There were hundreds of people. The finger food mostly had a southern theme, in keeping with the play. The line at the bar was long, but the drinks were mixed so strong that I didn’t go back after the first time! King came in for a while and was swamped by people. He never did make it to his table. He smiled and stood for photographs, but it had to be overwhelming. I got to meet John Mellencamp, but he was a little distant, as if he felt out of his element in such a big party, and Meg Ryan, who is his girlfriend. T. Bone Burnett, who has been producing albums and movie music for over 40 years, was terrific. He seemed genuinely happy to be there and appreciative of anyone who came over to congratulate him on the show. He said the performers were all hitting doubles and triples and knocking the ball out of the park, so I guess he’s a baseball fan! (He produced the music for O Brother, Where Art Thou? and Elton John’s recent album with Leon Russell, to name just a couple of things he’s done.) Charles Barkley, the former basketball player, was in attendance, though I almost didn’t recognize him out of context. We think there was another basketball player there, too, but no one could come up with his name.

The DJ music was loud. Some people danced. The rest of us socialized, shouting to make ourselves heard over the music. The party went on until about 1:00 a.m. By the time we headed back to the hotel, the temperature had dropped into the thirties, which was enough to wake anyone up! All in all, a terrific day. I’m very glad I had the chance to go and see the show and meet up with old friends and new. I’ll write up a review for FEARNet, perhaps this weekend.

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I watched Survivor this morning. A much more entertaining episode than last week. Lots of back-and-forth, though I don’t think there was ever much doubt that it would be one of the guys going home. I still think Kat has a shot. She’s a fairly strong player, and I think she’s being underestimated. Leif is almost a non-entity. They show the occasional reaction shot but the rest of the time it’s like he’s AWOL. I can’t see anything keeping at least five of the women from cleaning house at this point.

Criminal Minds has been sort of meh lately, but this week’s episode featured one of my favorite scenes in a while: the one where Emily and JJ interrogated the slave master. The scene paid off at the end when he tried to get away and JJ got the drop on him. You could tell she enjoyed every minute of that confrontation.

I managed to avoid spoilers from the Justified finale until I watched the episode. There were some huge surprises. I always figured that Quarles’s gun was going to jam. There was so much attention on it. Early in the season he was shown lubricating it to keep it in good shape, and at least one character asked him if it ever jammed. But it never did, and the way he was parted from it was, to say the least, totally unexpected. Disarmed indeed. A nice showdown between an irate Raylan and a terrified Wynn Duffy. I hope he’s back next season. The fact that it was Johnny who squealed about Devil was a surprise, and no one knows about that yet, so it could come back into play. And what can you say about Arlo? When push came to shove and it looked like a choice between Boyd and Raylan (though it wasn’t that at all), Arlo chose Boyd, which was the biggest punch in the guts of the season, I thought. It took a moment for Winona to realize what it meant and by the time she did, Raylan was gone.

Funniest line of the episode: “Oh shit. It’s a piggy bank!” I’m gonna miss Quarles and his irreverent randomness. After him and Ma Bennett, the writers are going to have a job coming up with someone as vivid and unique.

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Salmon fishing

The table of contents for Chilling Tales 2, edited by Micheal Kelly, was announced this weekend:

  • In Libitina’s House by Camille Alexa
  • Gingerbread People by Colleen Anderson
  • Meteor Lake by Kevin Cockle
  • Homebody by Gemma Files
  • Snowglobes by Lisa L Hannett
  • The Dog’s Paw by Derek Künsken
  • The Flowers of Katrina by Claude Lalumière
  • Goldmine by Daniel LeMoal
  • The Salamander’s Waltz by Catherine MacLeod
  • Weary, Bone Deep by Michael Matheson
  • The Windemere by Susie Moloney
  • Black Hen A La Ford by David Nickle
  • Day Pass by Ian Rogers
  • Fiddleheads by Douglas Smith
  • Dwelling on the Past by Simon Strantzas
  • Heart of Darkness by Edo van Belkom
  • Fishfly Season by Halli Villegas
  • Road Rage by Bev Vincent
  • Crossroads Blues by Robert J. Wiersema
  • Honesty by Rio Youers

I finished Edge of Dark Waters by Joe R. Lansdale last night. Review forthcoming. I also got around to updating Onyx Reviews with my latest review for Victims by Jonathan Kellerman. Not sure what I’m going to pick up next. I want to read the new McCammon but I’m going to be traveling on Wednesday and Thursday so I’ll probably go with something that’s already on my iPad to cut down on the weight of my carry-on. I’m heading to Atlanta to the red carpet premiere of Ghost Brothers of Darkland County, which should be fun.

We had a movie weekend. First, we went out to the theater on Saturday afternoon to see Salmon Fishing in the Yemen. It star Emily Blunt, Ewen McGregor and Kristin Scott Thomas. Blunt works for an investment company that handles a Yemeni sheik who wants to build a salmon river in his homeland so he can indulge one of his favorite pastimes. McGregor is a civil servant who thinks the idea is totally daft, and Thomas is the Prime Minister’s press agent who is looking for a feel-good story out of the Middle East and champions this project. It’s a funny part for Thomas, mostly played for laughs. The complications are: Blunt’s boyfriend of six weeks has just been deployed to Afghanistan and goes MIA. McGregor’s wife has accepted a long posting in Geneva, thus is similarly MIA. Some of the other tribal leaders in the Yemen see this as the first step in bringing Western influences into their country, something they don’t want. It’s a charming film. With fish.

Then we watched The Iron Lady. I was in England during some of the Thatcher reign. In fact, one day I was walking through London, a little off the beaten path, when a motorcade went past—I noticed the American flags on the front of the limos and later discovered it was President Reagan on his way to a summit with Maggie. Thatcher’s adviser in the chemistry department at Oxford is someone I’ve met, the Nobel Laureate Dorothy Hodgkin, whose politics were on the opposite end of the spectrum from Thatcher’s. She was known to muse in later years that if she had been a better adviser, maybe Thatcher would have become a crystallographer and stayed out of politics. The movie uses Thatcher’s decline as the entrance point into her story. Her memories come and go—at times she thinks she’s still the Prime Minster. Streep is very good—mostly invisible in the character—but the movie didn’t win me over to Thatcher’s side. Sure, she had a tough time as the first female leader of the UK, but she was a little too much “my way or the highway” for my liking and I’m not convinced that her solutions to some of the country’s economic issues at the time were the best ones.

Then, last night, we watched Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close about a young boy whose father (Tom Hanks) died on 9/11. The boy has some Asperger’s-like symptoms but is mostly functional and highly intelligent. A year after the event, he finds a key hidden in a vase in his father’s closet. The envelope it’s in says only “Black,” so he decides to hunt down every person named Black in the five boroughs to figure out what the key is for, believing it to be another adventure that his father wanted him to take. The kid’s a little bit hard to take at times. He’s abrasive and self-involved and rude (and carries a tambourine that he rattles whenever he’s nervous, which is most of the time). Sandra Bullock plays his seemingly absentee mother in a relatively small part that has a nice resolution. Max Von Sydow plays a mysterious “renter” who stays with the boy’s grandmother across the street. He’s mute and has the words Yes and No written on his palms so he can quickly answer simple questions. He has a charming glimmer in his eye and a bounce in his step at times—he’s the best thing about the film. The boy enlists his help in the search for the right Black. There is a credibility gap, though: it’s impossible to imagine anyone allowing a 12-year-old to wander the city day and night the way he does. The old man’s identity is no great mystery, though his backstory receives short shrift. John Goodman has a slight role as the building doorman who exchanges good-natured insults with the boy. I wanted to like the movie more than I did (the actor who plays the boy was discovered after winning kid’s week on Jeopardy and acquitted himself well in a demanding role), but the story was too incredible and the approach too emotionally manipulative.

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Smiley’s people

Since turning in my manuscript last weekend, I’ve been taking it relatively easy. For three days in a row I didn’t even go upstairs to my office. I did work on a couple of diagrams for the manuscript, though, and was pleased at how they turned out. I’m nobody’s artist, but I think these do the job quite well.

This week’s Survivor was on the tame side, I thought. The product placement segment was as well done as these sorts of things can be. There were no huge developments, and even the blindside wasn’t that big a deal, I thought. I wouldn’t mind it if the women went on a clean sweep of the men. I wonder what things would be like on the island after that, once they’re forced to turn on each other. Could be entertaining.

I watched Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy last night. A well done Cold War spy thriller, a remake of a BBC TV series from the late seventies and an adaptation of the John LeCarre novel. He knew whereof he wrote, having been a member of the circus himself for many years. Made me think about how much things have changed in the last 25 years or so. In 1986, I walked from the train station in Berlin to Checkpoint Charlie, crossed over to East Berlin and spent the next ten days behind the wall. There’s hardly anything to compare it to these days. I’d love to go back to Berlin some day and see what it’s like now. I know I was anxious the whole time I was on the other side, paranoid that I was being watched constantly, though there was probably some truth to that. I was astonished at how freely I was able to move about, though. I figured people would ask me for my papers all the time, but I got on a train and went to Leipzig without anyone questioning my intentions. I had to register with the local police when I got there, but I had to do that when I lived in Switzerland, too, so that wasn’t a huge deal.

Gary Oldman was excellent in a role established by Alec Guinness. I hope he didn’t get paid by the word, though, because he was silent a lot of the time he was on screen, and often only said one or two words when called upon to speak. He was intense, though, and cracks in his British veneer showed through from time to time. I always like seeing Toby Jones, too. I spent a pleasant half hour or so talking with him in his trailer during a lunch break on the set of The Mist a few years back. The movie made you work to figure out what was going on some of the time. It certainly didn’t coddle the audience. Makes me want to see the original now, though, since it was seven hours long and the movie was only two.

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It is done

I finished my latest manuscript at about 9:30 pm on Sunday, April 1. That’s about an hour and a half ahead of my deadline. It worked out just right. I put in two more 14-hour days on Saturday and Sunday and I needed every minute of it. I got down to the last two chapters thinking they would be a breeze to revise since they’d already been edited before, but I discovered that I’d had a brain fart at some point and the last quarter of the second last chapter covered the exact same ground as the first part of the last chapter. Sometimes in almost the same words. So I had to pick the best parts from each and rewrite the last chapter.

Anyhow, it’s done and in the hands of my editor. Now I wait to hear his thoughts. My schedule was such that I never had a chance to print out the whole manuscript before I submitted it. I sent it off to Kinko’s on Monday, so now I have the physical things in my hands for the first time. It’s big.

Cemetery Dance is shipping Crane House this month. This is a round-robin novella featuring Brian Keene, Kealan Patrick Burke, Al Sarrantonio, Rick Hautala, Brian Freeman, James A. Moore, James Newman, Ronald Kelly, Norman Prentiss, Ray Garton and me. My contribution was fairly early in the process, so I have no idea how the story ended. The book, alas, is completely sold out.

I’ve spent the last few days kicking back and catching up on TV shows from the DVR. Finally saw the last two episodes of Alcatraz. It ended with a very Lost-like scene of a guy gibbering “What year is it?” I don’t think anyone believes for a minute that Madsen’s dead. Good to see Lucy back and engaged in the story again. She’s a good character.

I was amused when Sofie Gråbøl showed up in a cameo as her character on the Danish version of The Killing in a recent Ab Fab. Then there she is again as a district attorney in the US version of the show, though less recognizable. I still believe that the Danish version is oodles better than the remake, but I’m hanging in there to see what they do with it. It’s fairly obvious by now that the killer from the original is not the killer in the US version.

Good to see Mad Men back again after a long, long hiatus. Everyone seems to have found their way back into their characters, with the exception of Betty Draper. Beyond the weight gain (which was written into the story to cover up January Jones’s real-life pregnancy), her whole attitude seemed very un-Betty. Little Sally’s voice seems to have changed, too. I hope Don doesn’t do something stupid in his relationship with Megan, who is trying so hard. She’s good for him and hopefully he’ll notice. All the other drama is normal operating procedure.

Fringe took a turn for the even weirder this week with the introduction of what is basically a New World Order plot. Olivia was quite correct in saying that working for Fringe division causes a person to completely revise their interpretation of the word “weird.” I was quite convinced on at least two occasions that Lincoln wasn’t going to get out of the episode alive (or at least unmutated), but he seems to have survived. I hope the show gets picked up for another season so they can wrap all this stuff up.

Down to just one more episode of Justified. One of the amazing things about the Robert Quarles character is how he can pick himself up when necessary, even after having just ingested a massive amount of drugs. I could have done without the drug subplot, though. It doesn’t contribute much, especially since it doesn’t particularly impair him. I really like how they’ve tied so much together. Loretta, seen briefly at the beginning, is back (Marshall? Do I strike you in any way as a Van Halen fan?). Arlo’s illness is now coming into play (he called Boyd “Raylan” this week). All of Limehouse’s machinations are bearing fruit. He’s eliminating the competition but also arranging so that he’s out of the spotlight again, which is what he wants most, I think. Dicky got his comeuppance, though not the one Boyd and Arlo might have wished. I do question Boyd’s wisdom in repeatedly make the mistake of leaving dangerous people in the custody of others ill-suited to handle the situation (Two saddest words in the English language: What Party?”). Twice this week, bad guys got away. The whole bank job turned out to be a French farce, with everyone in on it and no one actually planning to do it. Alas, the poor cop who missed his kid’s ball game ended up with the short end of the stick. The big question at the end of the episode is: Where’s Boyd? On Quarles’ trail?

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A different kind of sound

An audio version of my short story “Silvery Moon,” which can also be found in When the Night Comes Down, is now available for your listening pleasure at Tales to Terrify, the same people who brought you recordings of the Stoker-nominated short fiction over the past couple of weeks. This week’s installment also has flash fiction by Tim Lebbon and other features. Check it out!

After approximately fifty e-mail messages back and forth and several go/no-go scheduling changes, I finally got the last interview for my next book in the can last night. And it was well worth the wait. Got some great stuff. I spent the rest of the evening transcribing the 25-minute interview. I wish I could talk more about what I learned, but you’ll have to wait for the book, which should be out in April 2013.

I watched Justified this morning while I had breakfast. Finally, the hidden gun comes into play. Quarles certainly doesn’t mind getting down and dirty when he needs to. This show has some of the greatest bizarre scenes ever, like the guy who was chained to the toilet on his hands and knees, trying to escape as Wynn Duffy and friend sit on the bed and watch. I also really like how secondary characters get built so vividly, like Lindsay, the woman from the bar where Raylan’s staying. And Art. “Some asshole threatened to kill one of my deputies. I’m the only that gets to do that. Rachel: new career = field goal kicker. Adam Arkin has been playing some great dirtbags lately—most recently on Sons of Anarchy. I think I might have liked it a tad better if they hadn’t shown Boyd in the background while Quarles was on the phone. Ruined the gotcha moment slightly, though the taser was a nice touch. “You ever get the feeling God’s laughing at you?

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The sound they make

Issue #66 of Cemetery Dance magazine is at the printer and will ship in April. In addition to my usual column, I wrote the feature review of The Wind Through the Keyhole. The review got top billing on the magazine cover. Not my name, though. Never my name!

Douglas Adams once said that he loved deadlines, especially the sound they make when they go zooming by. His editors used to kidnap him to a hotel and sit with him while he finished his books. Otherwise something would catch his attention and he’d go off to the South Pacific to swim with the dolphins.

My book deadline is April 1. No fooling. Am I going to make it? Of course I’m going to make it. I would never miss a deadline. Could I have used another week? Sure, but I could always use another week. The trick with certain projects is in deciding when they’re done. Deadlines tell me that quite clearly: you’re done. Of course, to dredge up an old analogy, turning in a manuscript is like sending your kid off to college. They always come back, sometimes bringing their dirty laundry with them in the form or rewrites, revisions and the various stages of proofing.

I don’t know what I’m going to do with myself when I get up to work in the morning next week. I’ve been living with this book for several months. Well, actually I do know what I’m going to do when I get up—move on to the next project, which I already have lined up.

A few days ago, I received the back cover copy for the book I’m about to turn in, which will be out in April 2013. I had a chance to suggest some changes to it, but I’m glad I didn’t have to write it from scratch. Writing back cover copy is harder than writing a synopsis.

I haven’t had any spare time to watch TV lately. I’m behind on Mad Men, Alcatraz, NCIS, Once Upon a Time and Justified. I did speed watch Survivor this morning while I was having breakfast. They make it look like finding an immunity idol is easy, but according to Jeff Probst it isn’t as easy as it appears. I think that the clues (remember when people used to use clues to find idols?) were more confusing then helpful most of the time. I was surprised by a few things in this week’s show. First of all, I was impressed by the way Kat performed in the immunity challenge. You could tell she was concentrating hard. It was almost a zen thing, and she finished in second place. Then, the tribal council was a blood bath. Jonas was a little desperate, with not much to lose, so he ruffled some feathers. What was even more surprising was that after all that they still voted him out. I was sure they would go after Tarzan. What were they thinking? I liked Jonas’s parting shot, though. He’s a funny dude.

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