I’m still around, just covered up with work related to my day job. All the writing I’ve done over the last few weeks has been for radio. So if I owe you a story, please know I’m sorry. If it doesn’t have a punch line, then I haven’t had a chance to work on it.
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I did g

et my contributor copy of
The Book of Lists: Horror today, edited by Amy Wallace, Del Howison and my pal Scott Bradley. It’s gorgeous book, and I vastly underestimated how cool it would be to share a book with Stephen King and Ray Bradbury.
By the way, Scott will return to
Pod of Horror this weekend with an interview about the book.
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I’m only a couple of chapters into
The Given Day by Dennis LeHane, a sprawling novel revolving around the 1919 Boston police strike.
I know that LeHane has pissed off a lot of mystery writers and readers with
his recent
comments dismissive of his earlier work. But, damn, can he write. The opening of
The Given Day stars Babe Ruth, and it’s friggin’ magic.
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