Frank's Rotating Lighted Blog of Considerable Mass

There's a deep and therapeutic sense of release on the day and in the hour that a new book is released into the world.  The author can ...

It's a dreary nasty day here in the glorious wonderland that is north Mississippi.  It's neither cool enough for jackets and heater...

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...