I confess to the occasional writer character (agorophobic PTSD guy, supplementing his disability), but what bugs me is when the writer characters don't actually write or edit or have any stress at all. They breezily type all morning, club all evening and shag all night.

Oh that one was terrifying. Not the haunting part, just the husband. And watching it alone, at night in a house with a drippy tap...

Some of them are gorgeous, but the last looks like nothing so much as a sawed off version of the old Great Ape House at the Kansas City Zoo. Built in 1966.

The single most vivid nightmare I ever had involved that creature. I was 4. I'm 46 now and still shudder remembering it.

I was 15 and that scene put me off the idea of having sex (at least with other people) for about two years.

I have several people who have died recently, whose LJ and FB accounts are still up. One woman, a big name fan, had her LJ preserved as a memorial. I've found it useful in the last few months as I've been doing a rewatch of that fandom and her commentary is still excellent. I see it as no different than leaving behind…

If you want a master level course on weird fiction, Marvin Kay's _Tales of Terror and the Supernatural_ is it. I've read my copy to tatters over the decades. (And is it bad that I know that's Celia Tan herself on the cover of Fantastic Erotica? I looked for a table of contents as I've written for Circlet over the…

I do about one convention a month as a pro. I steer clear of the huge ones, like Dragon, because the hotel alone gives me vertigo. I love conventions that have their own Guidebook module. What I've learned over the years:

A movie with that much talent and it was still dull. How do you MAKE a boring Robin Hood? That was the movie that put Rickman on most people's radar, that and Die Hard.

Posting from West Memphis AR, truck stop of the lower Mississippi.

Oded Fehr needs better parts than he's getting. Time to return to his origins in genre films.

I practically had to be spanked to get me into the theater. (I was 9.) I did NOT want to see it. I finally relented because my Dad wanted me to. And he has regretted it ever since.

This was just FUN. Uma Thuman pretending to be Mae West. The Batfolk trying to be serious in a ludicrous universe. John Glover chewing half the scenery in South America in his brief stint. And Alfred. I have been an Alfred fan since the days of Alan Napier.

I've had a couple of those, nowhere near his level. But averaging 5000-8000 words a day. They are rare and glorious things.

I write romance. I write SF romance. I even sometimes write fuzzy consent. Most publishers will not touch actual rape in a story with a ten foot pole, even if it's presented as plot, not erotica. Nobody will touch it in erotica. I've written dubcon, and flatout noncon, for specialized anthologies. And I don't read…

ADHD runs in my family. My mother (age 68) copes by endless routine. She structures her day the same way every day, so that she can get showered and dressed and eat breakfast and clean up without getting distracted. All her basic chores are like that. I cope by heavy amounts of caffeine (200-400 mg/day).

Literally.

I don't know, but Michael Ealy sure does. This is two in a row, both buddy cop shows.

I saw this on a Wednesday afternoon. The theater was packed. We watched in total silence, and after the lights came up, nobody moved. The only sound in the auditorium for about five minutes was sobbing.

I do three conventions in Atlanta a year (AnachroCon, FroliCon and OutLantaCon), and I avoid DragonCon like the plague. I find it hard to believe Arkansas, with three tiny cons, is actually nerdier.