Charlie Huston's Blog, page 110

Neth Space Interview and SLEEPLESS Review

While at the Poison Pen in Scottsdale last week I did a quick interview with Ken Fergason of Neth Space.

Interview HERE

SLEEPLESS review HERE

AP Review of SLEEPLESS

The AP review of SLEEPLESS as run on SF Gate is HERE.

Good, bad, or in the middle, I try to stick em up here.

-c

Spraying It

And then I got very busy.

And that means there's a lot backed up here.

So I'm just gonna spray it.

My new book, SLEEPLESS, is coming out tomorrow. In the manner typical of significant personal events, this has both taken for-fucking-ever, and totally snuck up on me out or fucking nowhere.

Writing SLEEPLESS was a tough sonofabitch. I am deeply invested in it.

Many of my readers are going to flat out hate this fucking book.

Period.

Fucking period.

Some people who want nothing to do with anything...

Free Books Again

When you don't visit for a long time, it's nice to bring a gift upon return.

Case in point: Random House is offering the first Joe Pitt casebook, ALREADY DEAD, for free in multiple ebook formats.

The free offer is going to last for about two months.  But that's just the download window. Once you have the book, you get to keep it. It won't be disappearing from your device two months down the road.

Most of these require that you already have or create a free account at the host site.  For Amazon a...

Best Reader Email Ever?

You decide…

"…the joe pit books are like lord of the rings for people who like seriously fucked up shit."

Thanks, Brian G.

This Place Doesn't Fit in My Ass

Despite not fitting in my ass, this website is still deeply embedded there.

And I don't have too many ideas about how to get it out.

When you get a lightbulb stuck in your ass and you go to the emergency room, legend has it they insert a suction cup dart from a kid's gun into your ass, stick it to the (hopefully) intact lightbulb, and gently withdraw. There may be muscle relaxants involved.

I wouldn't know.

There may be a similar procedure for getting a website from your ass, but I can't find ...

Doing Hard Things

Oh, hey, I had a new book come out on Tuesday,

The fifth and final Joe Pitt casebook, MY DEAD BODY.

I can't honestly say it slipped my mind, but it did fall down the priority list of things to think about. Which is just plain weird.

Spend about five years of your life writing a long story in five volumes and then kind of not have time to reflect on the publication of the last volume and you'll feel how weird it is.

And I'm still not reflecting.

I expect this is going to be one of those delayed...

Appearances Update 10/12/09

Here's what's currently on deck.

October 18th.MY DEAD BODY
The release party.
We have a venue change from the last few release parties.
Dave and David of Secret Headquarters are mad bastards and have opened a record store. And when I say "record store," I'm not just revealing myself as a fusty old man who refuses to say CD store. I mean they opened a fucking record store. So, in the spirit of selling dead media, we're having the party there.
Vacation Vinyl
4679 Hollywood Boulevard
LA, CA 90027

Snagged by Edges

Getting stuck sucks.

I'm not talking writer's block here.

When I imagine writer's block, I have visions of a vast balloon inflated in the middle of my brain, squeezing all thoughts against the inner surface of my skull until they are flat, two dimensional and useless.

I've never been hit with anything like that.

(NOTE: yes, that is the sound of me knocking wood in the background.)

But getting stuck is another matter.

I get stuck on little things, tiny things, inconsequential things that I should...

The Next Word

Southern California is trying to kill us again.

It does this on a fairly regular basis, but it's really making the extra effort this time around.

We've got many miles, several man made firebreaks in the form of highways, and lots and lots of burnable real estate between us and the fires, but smoke is in the air, again, ash is on the leaves of the trees, again, and from my porch I can see a smoke plume that stretches from due north on the horizon to somewhat south of west-south-west. A smoke...