The Simple Western Things in Life; or, What to Do When You Don’t Know What to Do

What to do when villainy threatens from every side? When decisions become do-or-die cliffhangers? When walls close in and chasms yawn wide?

Focus on the beautiful things.

The very beautiful things.

The extremely very beautiful things.

The perfectly awesomely epic beautiful (very) sort of things. Like Tom Mix’s gimlet eyes. And Roy Rogers’s . . . → Read More: The Simple Western Things in Life; or, What to Do When You Don’t Know What to Do

Thirty Million Words Can’t Be Wrong; or, Max Brand and His Pulps

What better way to be miserable over the slow pace of revisions than celebrating a prolific author?

THE MAN I LOVE TO HATE

Frederick Faust, aka Max Brand

Max Brand (Frederick Schiller Faust) wrote close to 30,000,000 words in his lifetime, and was clocked at 12,000 . . . → Read More: Thirty Million Words Can’t Be Wrong; or, Max Brand and His Pulps

Once Upon a Dog in the Yukon; or, Yet Another of the Worst Silver-Screen Animal Hero Westerns

Just when I thought it was safe to go back to blogging, my novel does a feint to the left, then makes a fierce uppercut to my chin and tosses me across the bar, onto a table, then out the plate-glass window. I land on my back in the mud of the road, staring up at . . . → Read More: Once Upon a Dog in the Yukon; or, Yet Another of the Worst Silver-Screen Animal Hero Westerns