Anorak: n Rather ‘sad’ person such as train spotter, often seen wearing said item of clothing whilst enjoying outside hobby in unpredictable English weather.
Category Archives: Free Stuff
THE BRIT’S BITS #2: Gill Turns Anorak
October 1, 2008 – 9:03 pm
ATOMIC RUBBLE #10: Let’s All Go to the Snack Bar
October 1, 2008 – 9:03 pm
On a quest to show my foreign guests the beauty of the New England seashores, I drove them down the length of Cape Cod to Provincetown. But their excitement peaked before reaching what I considered the pinnacle of our destination, and they pressed their faces against the car windows, shouting, “Look! A drive-in movie theater! A drive-in movie theater!”
INTERVIEW: Brandy Schwan and Lizzie Borden
October 1, 2008 – 9:03 pm
As a new, untried minion of the Apex Empire, it was with great trepidation and quite a lot of fan-girl squeaking that I received my first assignment in the human realms. I was to acquire an interview with the infamous Brandy Schwan, the fiendishly brilliant poetess behind Apex’s upcoming release CATACOMBS AND PHOTOGRAPHS.
CONFESSIONS OF A BOOK JUNKIE #10: The Secret Book of Lists
October 1, 2008 – 9:02 pm
It is only human nature to make lists. For collectors, lists are almost their raison-detre. Collectors love nothing more than to compile lists of the things they collect. Bibliography – which is something I’ll be talking about at more length some other time – is the ultimate act of list-making in the book collecting world.
SHORT FICTION: The Limb Knitter
September 7, 2008 – 9:07 pm
Spring filled the lower elevations on the southern face of the Canarus Ranges, sowing the valleys and slopes behind the trenches in emerald foliage. From the gates of the mountain redoubts of Forces Velaysia, the Limb Knitter caught sight of the Brigades Invalid, on the march with their machines to stiffen the mere flesh and bone Frontists of the Brigades Defender along the Southern Front. Mixed in amid the rusty, black bipeds were the Invalid Harvesters, their bodies whitewashed to prevent friendly fire and their backs burdened with empty harvest drums.
CONFESSIONS OF A BOOK JUNKIE #9: Voracious Carnivores and Badabings: On Short Story Magazines
September 7, 2008 – 9:03 pm
I’m still not sure who the people who subscribe to the magazines are. People with more money than me, that’s for sure.
EDITORIAL DISPOSITIONS #9: You’re Boring Me
September 7, 2008 – 9:02 pm
The big sale, it has been made. You drink heavily from a box of cheap wine in celebration. In the heat of the night, you strip down to your skivvies and run up and down the streets of your town exulting in writing superiority.
You will soon be a published writer.
COOL PERSON OF THE MONTH: Dot Porter
September 7, 2008 – 9:01 pm
Every month we will feature one of our biggest fans. Think you qualify? Want to receive a free hardcover book? Then send us an email!
POPPED CULTURE: Hot Topic Is SO Punk Rock
September 7, 2008 – 9:01 pm
Goths. Got to love them. Or hate them. Whatever.
SHORT FICTION: The American Dead
August 31, 2008 – 9:08 pm
They are why he never sleeps in the Cementerio. That some of the dogs walk on two legs only makes them worse.
ATOMIC RUBBLE #8: Probe This
August 31, 2008 – 9:04 pm
In a world where our intellectual domination is unquestioned as a species, we don’t like the idea of someone more advanced coming down and prodding at us like a vaguely interesting crop of mushrooms.
CONFESSIONS OF A BOOK JUNKIE #8: Collectors and Collecting
August 31, 2008 – 9:04 pm
One of the guys I worked with was an ex-bouncer. He was the sort of guy who bought a six-pack of beer just for the train journey home every night. He was big, and rather sweet, and one day he confided, shyly, that he collected Doctor Who.
EDITORIAL DISPOSITIONS #8: Because We Care
August 31, 2008 – 9:01 pm
A quick rundown of useful writer-beware websites.
SHORT FICTION: Scenting the Dark
August 24, 2008 – 9:08 pm
He tied the sleeves around her chest and slid both hands under her. He fixed the location of the ship in his mind. All he had to do was retrace his steps.
Eleven paces, then turn slightly and take nine more. He could do this.
Penn pushed to his feet. Clutching Madison to his chest, he turned to his right. That was far enough. Wasn’t it?
JENNIFER PELLAND: Love’em and Leave’em - Confessions of a Serial Short Story Writer
August 24, 2008 – 9:06 pm
I find an idea, woo it, play with it until it bores me, and then move on to the next idea that entices me with a flash of comely ankle.
ATOMIC RUBBLE #7: Play Time
August 24, 2008 – 9:05 pm
A treatise on the “lack” of imagination in today’s youth.
CONFESSIONS OF A BOOK JUNKIE #7: The Colour of Pratchett: First Editions, Ze Germans, Intelligent Rocks and Stretching Credibility to the Limit
August 24, 2008 – 9:05 pm
Collecting Pratchett!