I attended Captivating Criminality 6 on the coast of the Adriatic. Pescara was once an Olympic venue. Pier Paolo Passolini passed there on his coastal roadtrip. It was very hot and surprisingly humid, so you can imagine how enervated I was (melting! melting!). Though I knew co-host Fiona Peters, I met folks I’ve known online…
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Remembering Sandra Seamans
The crime writing community was saddened to hear of the death of Sandra Seamans. In addition to her short story writing, her blog ‘My Little Corner’ was a one-stop conduit to calls for stories across a wide range of magazines, anthologies and flash fiction sites. It’s rare to meet someone who didn’t get at least…
Skulk at Edge-Lit
Much floof so wow: books sold; pages signed; sustenance shared; friends hugged.
Southern Hospitality
Catching up with the last part of the Raleigh trip: it sure is good to visit Susan and Ron and get some kitty time. Even better when Byron and Star make the drive over from the west. I am grateful to you all.
Happy Birthday to a Legend (or two)
I should be on my way across the Atlantic at present, but I have to be sure to say a happy birthday to a couple of legends today: Tony Hancock and Paul D. Brazill. They both make me laugh like a crazy person, so if you don’t know them already, you shouldn’t waste any time…
NoirCon 2014 – Part 4
Let me wrap things up: I’ve let them drag on too long, probably because I have been busier than a one-armed paper hanger since I got back. Or something like that. Fun ends and work returns and there is so much to do: I was grading papers on the train and sketching out a story…
NoirCon 2014 – Part 2
After a drink with Patti and her husband Phil in the Belgian beer place on South Street, we headed back to catch the Ross MacDonald panel with Tom Nolan and Jeff Wong and a whole host of images including personal photos and memorabilia. Really fascinating and sometime sad, as there were a lot of problems…
Goodbye, Kipper
He is gone, he of the splay foot and the silky coat. My little buddy, my little Jean Marais beastie. He’s Connor’s cuddle buddy. He’s my alarm clock; even this morning I awoke thinking I’d heard that impatient yowl. He was always quite the talker. And always underfoot: I always feared one day I’d trip…
Celebrating Graham Joyce
I found out that Graham died just before I headed off to Poland. Stuck in the Warsaw airport for seven unexpected and very long hours, I found it impossible to put away the thought that I was living in a world without Graham Joyce. I’m sure the sight of a woman bursting into tears is…
K. A. Laity 