Tuesday, January 25, 2022
Friday, January 21, 2022
Indeed, this is going to be a thing, in the not-too-distant future. A new short fiction collection released by Black Raven Books, Fugue Devil Resurgence will feature — surprise, surprise! — the original novelette, “The Fugue Devil,” as well as its sequel, “The Devil’s Eye,” plus ten more of my short stories, a number of which have never been previously published. The book is being released as something of a thirty-year anniversary celebration of the original publication of Fugue Devil & Other Weird Horrors, my first fiction collection, which came out from Macabre Ink in 1992. That volume is long out of print, and almost impossible to find. I think I have a single personal copy tucked away in the vault.
- The Fugue Devil
- Night Crier
- Hell’s Hollow
- Masque of the Queen
- Somewhere My Love
- When Jarly Calls
- Messages From a Dark Deity
- Short Wave
- Pons Devana
- The Devil’s Eye
Thursday, January 20, 2022
|Morning snow in Midland|
Unfortunately, our regular house-and-cat sitter had come down with COVID, which we took as no good omen. Fortunately, we were able to engage a close and highly experienced friend to take on the task. Thus reassured, we began the next chapter in our ongoing series of Mad Midland Adventures.
|Pilot, what the hell, man?|
Brugger enjoying hot coffee inside a warm car while old man ventures
into the frigid cemetery on an
ultimately ill-fated geocache hunt
Big old belch from smokestacks at Dow, seen from Overlook Park. The
massive plume went all the way
across the sky to the far horizon, which was darkly spectacular.
|Bolognese and Paccheri, cooking and almost ready|
|Plated, with fruit side and wine|
|Tis a tad brisk.|
|Pour les bon moments|
wine barrels toppling on his unprotected head
|Chicago just out of O’Hare, on our way back south|
|The quilt Kim’s cousin Jeannie made for us|
|Art by Daniele Serra|
Wednesday, January 19, 2022
Sunday, January 9, 2022
|"Maybe if we put this over here, and that over there...?"|
|At this point, the chainsaw is stuck in the tree, and the truck is stuck in the mud.|
St. Matthew's Episcopal Church
|Three Old Farts: Old Rodan, Old Diefenbaker, Old Rob|
Sunday, January 2, 2022
The old dude about to wail on
a hapless golf ball
|"The fog is getting thicker!"|
|F-100 Super Sabre|
|A-7 Corsair II|
|A-10 Thunderbolt II (a.k.a. Warthog)|
|Creeple People at Abuelo's Mexican Restaurant, about to be cheesed off|
Sunday, December 26, 2021
Well, it was only madness in that there was a shit ton of geocaching going on. I was up and at 'em fairly early this morning. Gassed up the car, gassed up me with a big honking bucket of coffee, and off I went. I stopped off in Rocky Mount to snag a quick park & grab hide, and then I threaded my way through Franklin County on a spidery network of back roads toward the big lake.
|The Blue Ridge Mountains in the distance, with the Peaks of Otter partly visible on the far right.|
Saturday, December 25, 2021
|Christmas Eve sunset from The Vino Shoppe in High Point|
|Sunset from the Laurel Bluff Trail, overlooking the Lake of Hali... er, uh... Lake Townsend|
Friday, December 17, 2021
With all due acknowledgement to Dante, “Abandon Hope All Ye...” is a geocache I placed in Eden, NC, over ten years ago, at a long-abandoned bridge over the Dan River (the cache is limited to premium members only, so if you’re not one, I’m afraid you won’t be able to view the cache listing). I had happened upon the bridge while hunting another cache back in 2009, and the location struck my fancy. In 2011, the cache located there was archived, so I took advantage of the opportunity to place one of my own. A decade and some change later, mine is still active.
The bridge is narrow and well-worn, though it doesn’t appear to be unsafe for foot traffic. To access the cache, however, one must negotiate some treacherous terrain. It’s only gotten more rugged over time, as erosion has taken its toll at either end of the bridge. The cache has ended up missing a handful of times during the past decade, but since I am so fond of the location, I have always gone back and replaced it rather than archive it. Two weeks ago, I went by to check it out after a cacher who was unable to find it suspected it had gone missing; indeed it had... again. This evening, on my way to Martinsville, I stopped by with a replacement container on hand, which I put very securely in place. I hope this one will stay put for a while.
It’s been one of those weeks with all kinds of goings-on, so I haven’t managed to fit in any blogging. I got the Christmas decorations up at the house, wrapped up one major writing project (more news on that later), and made considerable headway on another. Last night we had company — our regular supper club gang, the Nelsons and the Albaneses — for a little Christmas dinner. And tomorrow, we’ve got some more socializing to do at the Nelsons’ place. Hopefully, the weather on Sunday will be conducive to a caching outing.
And that, as they say, is that. Be good to yourselves, and be good to Buffalo (or wherever you hail from). Ciao!
|Almost dusk — the view of the Dan River north of the bridge|
|Dan River south of the bridge|
|View of the sky from the front porch in Martinsville, 9:30-ish in the p.m.|
|Casa di Rodan with a few Christmas decorations up|