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May 22, 2021
They got Cavill for the HIGHLANDER reboot.
Yeah, I can see that. Henry Cavill has been busily chewing his way through comic book and action fantasy properties for the last few years; HIGHLANDER seems like an obvious next step. I suppose I’m just surprised that they’re finally getting ready to film it, five years later. Oh, well. I suppose if we could wait thirty years for somebody to take a second bite at that particular apple, five more isn’t so bad.
Moe Lane
PS: I think he’ll do fine, actually. He was a good Geralt: Connor MacLeod won’t be too much of a stretch. But who can they find to be the villain?
Book of the Week: Conan, The Definitive Edition.
Well, a definitive edition. The one I use has been replaced with a new Conan, The Definitive Edition. Ironic, that. The stories remain quite good, though – which is really why I’m rereading them.
05/22/21 Snippet, LICHES GET STITCHES.
I know it’s a bad idea to hop around on stories like this, but this one I know the plot, right out of the box! Also, it’s not real involved or anything. Which is good, because I want to write the whole thing this weekend.
Patreon!The lich ran away. That little undead sonuvabitch actually ran away. It was even lifting up the hem of its robe as it fled up the stairs, looking for all the world like some kind of demented hell-nun — and not the fun kind, either. Toledo Pete was so surprised he almost didn’t eye-stake the zombie he was currently fighting, and he barely paid attention to the next three zombies he took down while considering his options.
A cowardly lich? This was not a scenario Toledo Pete had really considered when putting together his field kit that morning. Your average would-be king of the undead, well, they weren’t runners. They liked to get stuck in with the fleshies, getting all blackened knives and fucked up chanting and blue- flamed eye sockets in your face before they tried to melt your face. Toledo Pete had esoteric crap, all ready and at hand, for the face-melting. What he didn’t have was a god-damned mystic woogie that could stop the fucker from bailing the scene.
Toledo Pete sighed, and yanked his coach gun out from its over-the-shoulder holster. Only cowboys snap-shot, so he took a moment to aim (and another moment to brain a zombie with the butt of his gun). Christ, he thought, it’s about to get expensive out.
I don’t want to read John Steinbeck’s long lost, and bad, werewolf novel.
Why? Reread the title of this post.
I'll be all around in the dark. I'll be everywhere. Wherever you can look—wherever there's a lycanthrope chewin’ on another guy’s leg, I'll be there. I'll be in the way guys howl when they're turnin’ into a wolf, and…https://t.co/IyooKBUxxs
— Robin D. Laws (@RobinDLaws) May 22, 2021
Come on. If he couldn’t sell that turkey even after he became a successful and famous writer, it ain’t worth buying. And don’t give me any ‘too embarrassed of his earlier foray into fantasy’ nonsense, either. I write books now. That manuscript would have been cash on the barrel-head for old Johnny, there. And do you know how much an embarrassed dollar’s worth? 100 unembarrassed cents.
If Steinbeck didn’t want anybody to see it, it’s got to be too bad for words. I know that this isn’t very romantic of me, but: some things are buried for a reason. And some graves, you just don’t poke.
May 21, 2021
Oh, hey, ARMY OF THE DEAD dropped.
Gonna watch a bunch of that and then go to bed. I feel that this is a reasonable plan of action. It’s been a good week to get some mindless entertainment going.
5/21/21 Snippet, GARY AND THE WENDIGO.
It’s probably nothing.
Patreon!I was putting some dishes away in the kitchen (no fridge or icebox, but at least there was piped-in spring water and a decent-sized Franklin stove) when I heard something from down below. It was a faint crunching sound, like somebody heavy walking over gravel, and I wasn’t really sure that I was hearing something at all. When you’re in a house that you don’t know, strange stuff gets magnified, and everything is strange. But every time I had almost convinced myself that I was hearing nothing, the sound came back. Maybe.
After about a minute of this, a certain part of my brain suddenly remembered that I was in a secluded cabin in the middle of the Haunted Woods; and that this was maybe not the smartest life strategy to adopt. We don’t know what’s out there, in the deeper parts of the Woods. We’ve only got vague stories, and some of them aren’t even that bad. But we do know that whatever’s out here is so strange that it makes Bigfoots look positively normal.
Observation of the Day, Truth Is Stranger Than Fiction… edition.
…because fiction has to make sense.
Preview of S.M. Stirling’s appearance on the Writers of the Future podcast (link here). Relatedly: always link, folks. Always.
Check out my Author Interview on NFReads! (I am happy to do interviews.)
Found here. NFReads emailed me a couple of days ago to offer to do the online interview thing, and since I’m always happy to talk about myself, I agreed right away. It was fun, actually. The nice thing about being asking questions is that sometimes your answers surprise you, if only because you didn’t quite realize you had specific opinions on certain topics.
Anyway, check it out: https://www.nfreads.com/author-feature-moe-lane/
