Author Archives: Greenbandit
My wife and I spent the weekend up at the Grand Canyon. For me, it was a good way to unwind after a stressful week at work, and posting the last chapter of Little Lost Dogs. For her, it was … Continue reading
What are you doing here? Don’t read the blogpost yet! Read Chapter Thirteen, Night of the Werefox, first. Then, read the Epilogue. No, I’m serious, read it. Then, come back, and read the rest of this post. Welcome back. Welcome … Continue reading
Today, I’ll be recommending to you a blog by a friend of mine, Melissa. I should be more specific. You see, among my friends, “Melissa” is one of the two most common names. It’s up there with variations on “Sara/Sarah.” … Continue reading
There’s a new Full Moon Monster Movie post about Nosferatu here. I hope to have a new Blogroll Roll Call up by some time tomorrow.
Well now, isn’t that a friendly looking welcoming committee? It’s Chapter Twelve of Little Lost Dogs, Reggie Learns a Lesson. By werecoyote standards, Reggie’s not yet an old dog. Maybe he’ll learn a new trick? I’m sorry I haven’t done … Continue reading
As you can see from the illustration, in Chapter Eleven: The Accusation, Reggie, Sam, and Detective Banks have a nice chat with a man seated quietly behind a desk. See you next Friday for Chapter 12.
Today on Blogroll Roll Call I’m featuring South Africadventures, a Peace Corps oriented blog from my friend Matt Kertman. As one might expect from the title, the blog details Matt’s adventures as a Peace Corps volunteer in South Africa, where … Continue reading
Today on Blogroll Roll Call I’m featuring The Pioneer Woman Cooks, by Ree Drummond. It’s not the only blog on her site, but it’s the one I read. I don’t know Ree Drummond personally, she doesn’t blog about writing, or … Continue reading
Each full moon creeps up on us so quickly. This Saturday is August’s full moon, which means it’s time for our monthly Full Moon Monster Movie Night, here at Green Bandit Press. I’ll be looking for suggestions from my readers … Continue reading