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Dark, soulful tales that haunt long after the last page.
Writing on the new Werewolf Saga book, Nadia’s Children, is going very well. I mean, I’m really into the writing. This happened last December, on a project I can’t really discuss yet, but prior to that I haven’t been this engrossed in writing since Ulrik. I only have about 7,500 words at the moment, but…
I killed a friend yesterday. I’d known this person since 1993. I met him because of a creative writing course at Francis Tuttle Technology Center. He’d been a good friend, though always a little strange. He didn’t deserve to die, but then life and death seldom play fair. I miss him already. Fortunately, since he…
I killed a friend yesterday. I’d known this person since 1993. I met him because of a creative writing course at Francis Tuttle Technology Center. He’d been a good friend, though always a little strange. He didn’t deserve to die, but then life and death seldom play fair. I miss him already. Fortunately, since he…
I killed a friend yesterday. I’d known this person since 1993. I met him because of a creative writing course at Francis Tuttle Technology Center. He’d been a good friend, though always a little strange. He didn’t deserve to die, but then life and death seldom play fair. I miss him already. Fortunately, since he…
I’ll be attending the Literati Indie Book Fair at the AIO Gallery, 811 N. Broadway in OKC this Saturday. I’ll have a reading at 2 p.m.; the fair itself runs from noon until 8 p.m. At the moment, I’m planning to read "Elysia" from Call to the Hunt. I have to keep it PG-13, so that…
I’ll be attending the Literati Indie Book Fair at the AIO Gallery, 811 N. Broadway in OKC this Saturday. I’ll have a reading at 2 p.m.; the fair itself runs from noon until 8 p.m. At the moment, I’m planning to read “Elysia” from Call to the Hunt. I have to keep it PG-13, so that…
I remember going into my room one day in 1977 and finding this tacked to my wall I still suspect my dad wanted the poster and just used my 11-year-old self as an excuse. No matter. I pretended I didn’t like it because, you know, girls were still kinda gross at that point. But really…
No, they don’t. Fortunately, my wife is one of those people. She could have done better, but never learned it, I guess. Or maybe I’m her get-into-Heaven charity project. I don’ t know. It was 24 years ago today that she willingly walked up an aisle, stood beside me and agreed to stay with me…
Steven E. Wedel 