Short Fiction


My tentative schedule for Norwescon has crossed my desk. Four panels spread out over four days (two on Saturday) and a reading of “Deacon Carter’s Last Dime” at 12:30 on Friday. At this point, none of the panels start earlier than noon, none start later than 8 PM, and I get to moderate two of them, including one on horror in movies and television.

All in all, I’m incredibly pleased. Considering that my piece in Close Encounters of the Urban Kind, (which is released the last day of the convention) is about film, I’m pleased as punch to be in 3 panels on genre film – a matter close to my dark little heart.

Come on by the convention, April 1-4 at the Double Tree Hotel in SeaTac, if you’re in the area. Join me for a coffee, get something signed, or listen to me rant about little-known horror movies that you should see — Saturday afternoon at 2. I’ll give you a hint: one of them is Italian, from 1971. Should be a hoot!

Close Encounters of the Urban Kind

Close Encounters of the Urban Kind


Yet more publication news for you, my friends!
The much anticipated anthology Close Encounters of the Urban Kind now has a release date, and is available for pre-order at a discounted rate. Edited by the phenomenal Jennifer Brozek, this collection features tales told at that fascinating intersection of Little Gray Men and the “Guy with the Hook for a Hand.” It’s an intersection that I’m only-so-happy to hang out at. My story is called “Frames of Reference” and combines my love of aliens with my deep and sometimes perverse love of film for a genuinely spooky day in Los Angeles. Also featuring “Two Out, Wendigo” by my occasional co-conspirator Rosemary Jones, and “Racing Lights” by fellow Seattlite Erik Scott de Bie, it’s a strong showing for the Emerald City.

Set to come out on the last day of Norwescon, April 4th, order your copy now and see what all the buzz is going to be about.

Twelve months of fabulous fiction

January isn’t even over yet, and here’s another publication for you. Available online through Amazon or Createspace, this Year One anthology reprints one story hand picked by the editors to represent each month of their first year. My Urban/Sci-Fi story “Deacon Carter’s Last Dime,” inspired in equal parts by the music of Gil Scott-Heron and the short fiction of Ray Bradbury, even got the back cover blurb.

I’ve been reading my way through my contributor’s copy, and am greatly enjoying it. Of particular note, fellow Seattle writers and friends Jeremy Zimmerman’s “Crazy Kind of Love” and Jennifer D. Munroe’s “The Strangler’s Fig” are a delight. The three of us will be celebrating the anthology’s February 1st release with absinthe next week.

I’m a storyteller, which may be part of why so much of my stuff is written to be read out loud. That’s why it gives me extra joy when I can be presented in an audio format – me, a story, and a willing listener.

That’s what makes the Wily Writers so fantastic. It’s why I was so excited to be part of their initial launch on Valentine’s Day weekend 2009. It’s why I’m so excited to have a new story there to share with you all.

It’s called “Memory in the Time of Bones,” and is a very short little sci-fi tale — a bedtime story of sorts. Just like all the other great stories there, it’s free to listen, so peruse the selection and settle in for a while. You won’t be disappointed.

The wonderful folks over at Crossed Genres (Bart Leib and Kay Holt) recently had a fabulous idea: free fiction posted by a bevy of speculative fiction authors with links to donate to a variety of organizations bringing aid to Haiti. You get a story, those in need in Haiti can get some help. But even if you don’t donate, you can still read the stories.

I love that kind of generosity. And I love the chance to draw a little attention to Partners in Health, one of the aid groups that has been in Haiti for years doing wonderful work.

This is the first story written in my Cobalt City universe. Featuring Gato Loco with a guest appearance by Mister Gray and Katherine Wilde, this was the seed for Cobalt City Blues. Because of it’s length (just over 8,000 words), subject matter (it’s a little grim and R-rated), and the fact that it deals with a leather-clad vigilante motorcyclist, regular publication for “Masks” has always been, well…elusive. But as an important piece of Cobalt City ephemera, I wanted to share it with the fans. So there it is, on the link below. Enjoy.


Masks: a de la Vega Mystery