• Well, I’ve made the big-time: I’m on KoboBookHub.com’s front page. Sure, it’s a listing for a free short-ish short story (the edifying “The History of the Mayan Ball League“). Sure it’s a few pages down from the fold. Sure, I *may* have submitted the listing myself. And sure, sure, I’ve still not had a *single…

  • Editing

    As an extra special treat, while I’m deep in the throes of editing the latest draft of Butterfly and not allowed out of the house except for pee breaks*, I thought I’d share a picture of a three decker in Worcester, which may or may not have something to do with the book.   And now…

  •   The words “The End” have not yet been written, but a certain goal’s been reached, anyway. Progress.   Update: The words “The End” have been written.

  • Re: Coming Soon, I’ve been told by my agent something different:       But don’t worry. I’ll be back soon. Probably.

  • Coming soon, the story of what really happened in Portland, OR and Powell’s City of Books. First got a draft or two to finish, some court-ordered service to perform, and international intrigue to clear up. Hang tight, okay?

  • Silence

    I’ve been a bit quiet lately because I was arrested and am currently tunneling my way out after attempting to sign a patron’s dog at Powell’s City of Books against their wishes (both the owner and the dog). Will update you on my progress soon. Thanks for caring.

  • The author will be signing books (not his own, though if they have copies of any of the Fenway Fictions he’ll likely sign those, too, in his mad fury of signing) at Powell’s City of Books on July 7th and/or 8th of 2013. This has been a public service announcement and a Happy Fourth of July present…

  • I’m inspired by the Red Sox’s ownership to sell just about any and everything associated with the club (those Fenway bricks? Fenway dirt?), and figured I’d join the race.   So if you’d like to buy your favorite author’s old desk, an amazing desk at which he churned out “The Long Dark Voyage,” “The Curious…

  • The thing that surprised me, and the members of the first few rows, which became a Sea World-esque no-go zone, the most was the amount of blood. I had no idea that Christopher Moore and Carl Hiaasen were mortal enemies and that Books Inc. had obviously thrown them together for the sheer spectacle of it…

  • So my actual start was probably winning a CVS Pharmacy writing contest sometime in the early 80s ($5! A veritable fortune!), but my second start to my writing career was the Worcester County Young Writers’ Conference, held at Saint John’s High School, and still held there, every year since 1989. Samuel Pickering, who was the inspiration…