The MOBILE NOVEL by Leigh Lundin The Wall Street Journal, Wednesday 26 September 2007… I was sitting in a lawyer’s anteroom reading the WSJ and below the fold was a front page story titled Ring! Ring! Ring! In Japan, Novelists Find a New Medium. ‘Medium’ in this case refered to mass communication, not the contact […]

Michael Haskins is the author of Chasin’ the Wind, the first in a series of projected novels published by Five Star, due in the spring of 2008. Although only recently published as an author of fiction, he has extensive experience as a crime writer through a former and long-lived career as a journalist. Michael has […]

OF BANDERSNATCHES AND SERENDIPITY, OF BOROGOVES AND KINGS by Steven Steinbock I love the word Serendipity. I love the way it sounds as it rolls off my tongue. Seh-Ren-Dip. . . I don’t want to wax too Nabokovian, but you get the idea. I like the meaning of the word and the magic that surrounds […]

LISTEN UP by Deborah Elliott-Upton Writers are often liars, gossips and eavesdroppers. Why? Because everybody loves a good story. The best ones come from a seed of truth whether it’s found while standing in line at the bank, nuggets from sessions around the water cooler or while reading Proverbs. The idea is to pay attention, […]

THE HAVES AND HAVE NOTS by Robert Lopresti A long time ago someone in Seattle organized a big mystery fan appreciation night. A whole gang of writers from the area were going to do readings, shake some hands, sign a lot of books and show the fans how much we appreciated their money. Support. Appreciated […]

MELODIE’S MEDLEY by Melodie Johnson Howe Sorry about the title. It could have been worse. I could have called it Melodie’s Maladies. In any event it’s random thoughts day. I think my Hummer lady, the thin, bleached-blonde woman with the lifted-face of evil, is gone for good. I’m devastated. I didn’t know her other than […]

WOLPERTINGER: or, The Modern Epimetheus by James Lincoln Warren I lifted the heavy bronze knocker and let it fall. A moment later, the massive door creaked opened. “Oh, hi,” said the short misshapen figure beyond it. “I’m Ivor, Dr. Wolpertinger’s Personal Assistant.” “I thought it was ‘Igor’,” I replied. “One lousy little typo and you’re […]