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Chicago Printer’s Row Lit Fest

litfestpicture1If you’re close to Chi-town and you like books, you should join me, along with several other Post Mortem Press authors, at the Chicago Printer’s Row Lit Fest this weekend, June 6-7th.

This is my first year, so I have no idea what to expect. That said, it’s PMPress and some cool cats I’ve hung with before, so I’m anticipating good times, so long as Larsen leaves the Malort at home.

I’ll be signing copies of They Are Among Us and Necromancer, and you can also pick up books Christian A. Larsen (Losing Touch), Brian Dobbins (The Jasmine and Sam Chronicles), Cynthia Pelayo (Santa Muerte), and Michael David Matula (Try Not to Burn). There will also be a giant buffet of other dark books for you to peruse and buy.

If you like bigger fish, you can see Bob Saget, LeVar Burton, Erik Larson, and Lois Smith, who played Grandma Stackhouse on HBOs True Blood.

Enter the Imaginarium

imaginariumsigningBefore I recap my weekend and Imaginarium, one must give props to the organizers and staff, so to everyone involved, most notably Stephen Zimmer, in bringing this adventure to life, you have my thanks. It wasn’t perfect (nothing ever is), but you did an excellent job. My hats are off to those I can name who helped Stephen: Susan H. Roddey, Frank Hall, and Robin Blankenship (who actually remembered me from another event). And to all the other volunteers that worked their asses off, you have my thanks. I don’t want to run on and on like a fanboy, so I’ll stop now. I had a blast and, if the weekends work out, I’ll be back next year.

It’s been a few weeks since I’ve said anything here on the blog. I figured now would be as good of a time as any to post up, since the first ever Imaginarium Convention fired off this weekend, and I was there. I sold some books, which is always good, but more importantly (at this point in my meandering so-called career, anyway) I met people. I met a lot of people. Sure, I had to get a little shitfaced to up my people skillz, but what the hell, right? You all know how much I like my whiskey, so it had the definite possibility for a win-win. But even more than the whiskey, I have to thank my beautiful wife, Michelle, for continuously pushing me to go and do these things and the foresight to have the always-awesome Violet Patterson make sure I socialized.

You ladies are great, and I’m grateful you’re both on my side.

I spent quite a bit of time at the Post Mortem Press table with Eric Beebe, Jessica McHugh, Brian Dobbins, Andrew Miller, and Tally Johnson. Always good to see Tim McWhorter and Max Booth III, too. Great people, one and all, which makes any weekend that much better. I participated in four panels over the weekend: Utilizing Local Settings in Urban Fantasy, Walk this (Dead) Way, Authors Behaving Badly, and Ask an Author: Urban Fantasy/Horror. With somewhere around 150 guests, the diversity of panels staggered the mind. We also had film screenings, readings, signings… everything. It was, in a nutshell, the best place for a writer last weekend.

The trip wouldn’t have been complete without a shopping spree. Yes, I bought books. Of course, my TO READ pile just keeps getting bigger. Which books? THESE BOOKS….


Can’t wait to dig in. Sorry, Mr. George R.R. Martin, it’s going to take me that much longer to slog through your books.

Next weekend is Context, but that’s far more local for me since it’s in Worthington. After that, my friends, I think the convention season is over for me. But that’s okay, my books are still on Amazon and you can always find me here, on Facebook, or Twitter.

And I leave you with this…


No, no… I squid you not.