A collection of short stories where the humour runs dark and the slipstream bubbles up.
...imagine if Raymond Carver called up George Saunders and Joe Lansdale, and they all went drinking with Neil Gaiman.
“… it's clear that Terlson is way ahead of the curve in terms of crafting an engaging premise that reaches for elevated territory and reinvents enduring archetypes of action and suspense.” J. Schoenfelder
"Sometimes brutal, often demanding and always complex, this novel will repay the reader who likes their assumptions challenged and is happy to walk away from a book with minor questions unanswered but the big ones definitely dealt with! It’s likely to satisfy those who enjoy Hammet and/or Philip K Dick and who like their fiction very noir indeed." Kay Sexton
"I love a novel that you can't put down, and this is one of them." L. Cihlar
Tuesday, May 27, 2008 at 07:45AM 
I think this picture answers some questions about my trip to Toronto.
1. Yes, I had an awesome time.
2. Yes, I love Wilco.
3. Yes, I do look somewhat pretentious in this shot.
4. Yes, I am an at a Starbucks.
5. Yes, I am sitting in front of a dumpster.
Monday, May 19, 2008 at 09:52AM 
I Came back from Toronto to a nice surprise. My story Night Birds (pubbed in Smokelong Quarterly - cover shown above) was named one of the top 50 online short fictions of the year by Wigleaf.
Definitely a woohoo!
Here is a link to the full list.
Wigleaf Top 50 2008
Monday, May 12, 2008 at 10:20AM 
I am taking woofreakinhoo on the road this week. Tomorrow I head out to my old stomping grounds, Toronto. It will be interesting to revisit some of the places where my stories are set. Most times when I think of environments for my characters, I picture long stretches of barren prairie. Although, Toronto does sneak its way in there - notably in Samurai Bluegrass or my story, Reap.
I haven't been back for a while, and I know it is a city that is constantly changing. I'll be taking my daughter along, as she was born there. It will be interesting to see the city once again, but this time through her eyes.
One woofreakinhoo to add, as I haven't had any lately - my story Eight O'Clock Sunday, was accepted for the summer issue of Insolent Rudder. I'll post a link when it appears.
Later...
Tuesday, May 6, 2008 at 10:39PM 
So what can I say about the recent Wilco concert?
I've blabbed on way too long about this band - yet they still inspire me, well, notably Jeff Tweedy and his songs do. This weekend's concert was a trip blasting through all six albums; I heard songs in concert for the first time, including the dreamy Summerteeth and That's Not the Issue (from their first album A.M.) – complete with blazing banjo... can a banjo blaze? Yes it can, ask Bela Fleck.
But why go on and on about an artsy alt-country experimental soundscape classic rock folk and roll band? And why at a site that is about writing? Well, maybe because it is more about creation than anything. Wilco creates songs that become moments that become events - chill run up my neck as Nels Cline runs his neck, or the drummer, Glenn Kotche, drips sweat onto his snare or Tweedy pours his tenor into the mic and it feels like he is pouring his whole body into it. Not every song is an event, there were flat moments in the concert, and annoying fans that Tweedy flipped the finger to and called douchebags, and the request style of the concert made for a disjointed set.
But it was still a helluva night. If I can figure out how to get my photos off my cell phone and onto my computer I'll post a few.
Some day I should probably write a story about my obsession with this band.
