It's that time again ....
Oct. 23rd, 2005 12:04 pm
I'll be reading a few of my short stories, including at least one brand new piece and probably something from my anthology, Counting from Ten. (I'll also have copies with me, if you'd like to buy one afterward. Those of you who haven't bought one yet, remember, I know who you are, I know where you live. Cheers.)
As always, the Reading will be at the Aurafice, an Internet coffee shop, on 616 East Pine Street, between Belmont and Boylston on Capitol Hill in Seattle, WA. It's on Halloween itself this year, and will be from 8:00pm until 10:0pm.
If you're not familiar with my fiction, please check out my personal website at: http://bloodletters.com/
If you're planning on being there, then please consider posting this image in your LiveJournal, or to your website or weblog. I look forward to seeing you all. Thanks!
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To celebrate, I've put together my first fanzine in over ten years -- a printed collection of my favorites from the Doctor Who fanfic I've written this past year. It includes From This Day to the Ending of the World, Of More Value Than Many Sparrows, The Candle That Burns Brightest, and The More Things Change.
It's 44 pages, spiral-bound, with a full-color title page and a clear vinyl cover. Since I'm working in a copy center these days, I wanted to make this as nice as possible. Basically, I just wanted a good copy of these stories I could keep on my bookshelf -- if you'd like one, too, they're $10.00 US. It's a limited edition -- I only printed thirty copies, and I'm not going to be printing any more.
Thanks again for all the support and comments you've all given me on my stories. It keeps me writing.
Interviewed.
Aug. 31st, 2005 02:46 pmIt's been fun to see people discover and re-discover these words. This is the biggest spotlight for them yet.
There's that chill in the air again, that sharp wind through leafless trees that makes you pull your coat tighter. The days are growing shorter and the dead are closer every day.
It's almost time.
Come to my seventh annual Horror Fiction Reading on Saturday, October 30th.
I'll be reading a few of my short stories, including at least one brand new piece and something from my anthology, Counting from Ten. (I'll also have copies with me, if you'd like to buy one afterward.)
As always, the Reading will be at the Aurafice, an Internet coffee shop, on 616 East Pine Street, between Belmont and Boylston on Capitol Hill in Seattle, WA. It will be from 7:00pm until 8:30pm. (Early enough, I hope, for everyone to come to the reading and still be able to go out and enjoy the rest of your Halloween weekend.)
If you're not familiar with my fiction, please check out my personal website at: http://bloodletters.com/
If you're planning on being there, then please consider posting this link image in your LiveJournal, or to your website or weblog. I look forward to seeing you all. Thanks!
Here's the code for it:
<a href="http://www.bloodletters.com/"><img src="http://bloodletters.com/pub/montoure-oct2004.gif" border="0" width="300" height="300"></a>
Bandwagons.
Jun. 28th, 2004 11:58 pm- del.icio.us calls itself "social bookmarks" or something high-falutin' like that, but they can't fool me -- I know linkblogging when I see it. It's a good and simple way to share cool links that I come across. I've piped the output into LiveJournal at
sixlinks, so if you want to see what interesting stuff I've found on the web lately, just add it as a friend. Cheers.
- I also now have a Gmail account (danke,
smileloki). You can send me email at montoure@gmail.com. I'll probably answer it a little faster than my bloodletters email, actually, due to the overwhelming novelty of it all, so you may want to update your address books. (No, I have no invites, and I already have a waiting list, so don't ask. Ta.)
In further news, I might even post about my personal life one of these days sometime soon. Later, skaters.
The Merchants of Deva: Triskaidekaphilia.
Mar. 25th, 2004 01:13 pmThe slink of the black cat across your path.
The glittering kaleidoscope of shattered, silvered glass.
Scared yet -- ? Or just excited?
Get ready for Demolition Drinking XIII: Triskaidekaphilia. The thirteenth offering from the Merchants of Deva is for those who dare carouse where angels fear to tread.
Chez Perv serves up culinary delights for the intrepid palate, while dj.Harcourt dishes out the hottest grooves with infernal endurance. Imbibe provocative new offerings from the Bazaar Bar. Schmooze and swoon once more within the swank ambience of Adam Evil's Atomic Ultralounge.
Embrace the power of 13 at Triskaidekaphilia. You're not superstitious, are you?
@ Norwescon 27 in the Lakeside Suite 5239 (Wing 5B)
Saturday, April 10th, 2004 - 9:00pm-2:00am
Post mortem.
Nov. 4th, 2003 04:07 pmThe reading went really well, I think. This was the first reading I've done with a notebook propped on my new music stand, and I loved it. Freed my hands quite nicely -- the better to gesticulate wildly with.
The Aurafice's current tables-and-chairs configuration didn't reeeeaaally work too well for getting everybody comfortably seated in an audience-like arrangement. I hate to say it, but I think we're outgrowing the place. Anyone have any suggestions for an alternate venue?
I'm thankful my cold seemed to let up long enough to let me do this. I was starting to feel a little strain in my throat during the last story, but I've been reassured that it made no audible difference to my voice.
My apologies to out-of-town folks who suggested/requested it, but I wasn't able to arrange for any audio/video recording, or webcasting, or anything like that.
Several people talked to me quite enthusiastically about the stories afterward. Interestingly, no one told me that they had a particular favorite, which I'm going to take as a sign that you thought they were all good.
In attendance were amnotsurly,
anchiale,
briara,
cithra,
crazedcamel,
darkmane,
gabri,
goblinsluck,
hetaera15,
inevitability,
m_cobweb,
morgyne,
retcon,
saheeb138,
squeetard (and housemate
Bea),
treebyleaf,
vebelfetzer,
wendolen, and
windbourne. I'm glad you guys came, and I'm glad you all seemed
to have a good time. Hope it was worth your while.
Many thanks also to those of you who gave in to my petulant ranting and
posted a link graphic: 01flux,
amnotsurly,
artvixn,
calandria,
cithra,
gabri,
jason6fg,
kespernorth,
lizardmonk,
lt_howitzer,
m_cobweb,
morgyne,
noiseinmyhead,
staxxy, and
wendolen. Y'all rock
the house.
(Please let me know if I left anybody off of either list!)
Not that my whirlwind flyby visit to the Mercury was without its pleasures
-- chief among them being the dear little rivethead busker boy outside
with his accordion (!) who played New Order for me when I tipped him a
dollar; getting to dance to Seven Nation Army, of all things, with
the always charming ajka; getting to see (and pet) the dress I
picked out for
m_cobweb at the last thrift-store expedition;
spotting someone I thought was
windbourne until I noticed she
had short hair, who in fact turned out to be
.
But.
My point is, and I do have one, I was out busting my cute little butt tonight for the sake of my Art. When I should have been home, in bed, dying.
Whereas you have done nothing!
That's right. I'm not feeling the love here, people. Here it is, only
one week until the socio-cultural event of the Halloween season, and only
one of you has posted a link graphic to my
reading like I asked you to. (Thanks, lt_howitzer!)
I can only assume that this is because you all secretly hate me and hope that I die.
(Special shout-out here, though, to ajka, who agreed to take
some of my flyers to the Vogue. She will be spared when I call down my
horrible army of elder gods and giant robots.)
I'll be reading several of my short stories, including the brand new piece I've mentioned working on.
As always, the Reading will be at the Aurafice, an Internet coffee shop, on 616 East Pine Street, between Belmont and Boylston on Capitol Hill in Seattle, WA. It will be from 7:00pm until 8:30pm. (Early enough, I hope, for everyone to come to the reading and still be able to go out and enjoy the rest of your Halloween weekend.)
If you're not familiar with my fiction, please check out my personal website at: http://bloodletters.com/
If you're planning on being there, then please consider posting this link image in your LiveJournal, or to your website or weblog. I look forward to seeing you all on the Day of the Dead. Thanks!
Here's the code for it:
<a href="http://www.bloodletters.com/"><img src="http://www.bloodletters.com/pub/reading2003.gif" border="0" width="300" height="300"></a>
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Go visit gothicmissmanners.com, let Jilli enlighten you in the ways of ettiquette, and bask in the warm glow of my mad web skillz. Praise welcome.
Steampunk.
Dec. 13th, 2002 02:08 amExhibit A --
Some of you may have heard that I've been kicking around the idea of putting together a steampunk LARP. Well, I just came up with a possible name and logo for it:
This is your last chance.
Oct. 30th, 2002 02:56 pmIf you're in Seattle, you need to come to my fifth annual Halloween Horror Fiction Reading tomorrow night at 7:00pm at the Aurafice, on 616 East Pine Street.
If you do, I promise I'll only keep you a little while, lead you through some very dark places, lead you safely back out, and send you on your way.
But if you don't, then all your friends will prove false, you and your true love will never meet, and you'll never achieve your heart's desire.
So come support your local arts. What are you afraid of?
Come to my fifth annual Halloween Horror Fiction Reading on Thursday, October 31st!
I'll be reading several of my short stories, including some unpublished pieces. This year, everything I'm bringing is brand new, so this will be your first chance to hear them.
The Reading will be at the Aurafice, an Internet coffee shop, on 616 East Pine Street, between Belmont and Boylston on Capitol Hill. It will be from 7:00pm until 8:30pm. (Early enough, I hope, for everyone to come to the reading and still be able to go out and enjoy the rest of your Halloween.)
If you're not familiar with my fiction, please check out my personal website at: http://bloodletters.com/
If you're planning on being there, then please consider posting this link image in your LiveJournal, or to your website or weblog. I look forward to seeing you all on Halloween. Thanks!
Here's the code for it:
<a href="http://www.bloodletters.com/"><img src="http://www.bloodletters.com/pub/reading2002.gif" border="0" width="300" height="300"></a>
A horror reading by Michael Montoure
Friday, March 29th, 8:00 pm
Doubletree Seattle Airport Hotel, room 5239
This reading will be at Norwescon, a science-fiction and fantasy convention. at the Doubletree Seattle Airport Hotel, at 18740 Pacific Highway South. My reading will be in one of the Lakeside suites, room number 5239, courtesy of the fabulous Merchants of Deva. You don't need to be a member of the convention to attend my reading, of course.
I'll be reading several of my short stories, including a few unpublished pieces, and a selection from my latest novel, Still Life.
If you haven't been to one of my readings before, you can see what kind of fiction I write at: http://bloodletters.com/
I don't believe this.
Oct. 20th, 2001 09:23 pmOn the bright side, I ran into Hardrock, who pointed out to me that Peter Straub was going to be speaking in ten minutes. I have to confess here that I don't think I've ever read any of Straub's work, but, ummm, I've seen Ghost Story, and, well, I'm a big enough Stephen King fan that I was excited at meeting his collaborator. It was the most recent collaboration, in fact, that Straub read from today, Black House. It was quite good; I look forward to reading it, although I imagine I'll have to read The Talisman first.
I was a little dismayed to realize that the occasional cheering I'd been hearing in the background was from the large number of people who were watching the Mariners game on the televisions throughout the exhibition hall. "Seven to two!" were the excited words I was greeted with by the door guard when I came back in from putting more change in the parking meter -- it took me a second to realize she was telling me the game's score, a fact that of course I had to be interested in, I'm breathing, aren't I? Actually, no, I was here because of the books, thanks awfully.
How did I get to this planet? And when can I go home?
I left shortly afterward, feeling depressed about the flyers and alienated by the baseball, and drove off with the intention of going downtown to drop some flyers off at Borders Books. (Yes, Borders does have a flyer table. Yes, Borders is better set up to serve the needs of a local author like myself than the Northwest Bookfest was. Yes, that's kind of sick.) But silly me! Did I think there was somewhere to park downtown? No, naturally not. After circling uselessly for a while, I gave up and headed to the U-District, with the intention of leaving some flyers at The Comics Stand, which had been closed when I'd tried it on Thursday.
The Comics Stand doesn't have anywhere to leave flyers, either.
Undaunted -- okay, okay; really, really daunted -- I headed for Lake Forest
Park Towne Centre to leave some flyers on the copious flyer tables
there, and to drop in and say hello to wendolen.
While I'm in Third Place Books, I hear an announcement that Timothy Zahn will be speaking in a few minutes. I'm not terribly interested -- the only book of his I've ever tried reading was his first Star Wars novel, and I couldn't get through it -- but as I walk past, I notice only three people have shown up to hear him. I instantly imagine how I'd feel in his position, and I take a seat.
I'm glad I did. I've met him before -- he and I were on a panel together at some convention a few years ago -- and he's fun and interesting to talk with. And that's just what this turned into; the five of us sitting around talking about science fiction, bad movies, and most importantly, storytelling.
I left content, feeling the connection with my calling that I hadn't found at the Bookfest.
Home before Midnight.
Oct. 20th, 2001 12:47 amToday's only planned Unit of Productivity was to drop off some flyers for the reading at The Mercury, and since I couldn't do that before 9pm, and since I did so well writing yesterday, I gave myself the rest of the day off. (A "day off" can be distinguished from my usual slacker lifestyle by virtue of the fact that I give myself permission not to feel guilty about not getting anything accomplished.)
I sat around and watched the other two movies I rented last night. Last night (or more properly, "this morning") I watched Idle Hands, which was pretty amusing, but much, much stupider than I thought it was going to be. I certainly wasn't expecting quite so much stoner humor. Seth Green was excellent as always, though.
Today's fare was Bad Moon, a werewolf flick that could more accurately have been titled Bad Movie, and Black Christmas, which I was surprised to find -- it's out of print, and Scarecrow wants a $150 security deposit to rent it, so I was a little surprised that this little hole-in-the-wall video store had a copy. (Of course, I was astonished to find that they had a copy of Nekromantik, which I didn't rent, not this time .... )
Black Christmas was good, if occasionally a little slow and uneven. It's essentially the first real slasher film, predating even Halloween. Has a nice, unsettling, unresolved ending.
Went out and got more copies made of my flyer. Finally checked my bank
balance -- I'm pretty much exactly as bad off as I thought I was, which is
both scary and reassuring; at least it's not any worse. Took the videos
back to the store, which is on Lake City Way; it feels strange and a little
pointless to drive so close past both wendolen's work and
treebyleaf's
apartment without seeing either one of them.
Made it to The Mercury and put my flyers on the flyer table. Hung around for a little while, and had a Red Bull to try to wake up a little. It didn't do anything for me. I've heard people describe this stuff keeping them up all night and I had no reaction at all. I'm starting to wonder if anything can cut through this fog I walk around in.
Found myself feeling strangely antisocial. There were a few people
I knew there, including the lovely spaceling, but no one I really
felt like I could strike up a conversation with. I decided to give up and
go home. I miss the days when I went to the club more regularly, and when
more people I know still came out, too. I miss having the club feel like
home.