Frank's Rotating Lighted Blog of Considerable Mass

I made three resolutions for the new year. First, I resolved to never stick my head in a fan again, even on a double-dog dare.  Especiall...

Frakked. If you're familiar with Battlestar Galactica (the recent remake, not that awful 80s thing), you know what 'frakked' ...

Lately, my various internal organs and sundry squishy bits have been the objects of keen interest by somber-faced physicians and the instru...

Whew. Well, the new book The Broken Bell is out. The Big Three sites (Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and Samhain) are all selling copies ha...

It's very nearly December 27, and that can mean only one thing... Yes, yes, all right, that means it's nearly Tuesday.  That'...

Four days, boy and girls. That's the only thing standing, metaphorically speaking of course, between you and the new Markhat book, Th...

Sometimes I wish I wrote Westerns or straight-up 1930s detective film noir mysteries or even spy thrillers.  Say I wrote Westerns, for ...

Is there a writer in your life, and are you struggling to come up with that perfect Christmas gift for him or her? If the first part of t...

Well, it's been days since I've been insulted by an employee of Square Books.  I thought about wandering inside the store today, ju...

Blogging while angry is never a good idea. So I've had my relaxing hot beverage and I've taken the requisite ten deep breaths and...