More Thrillerfest news. Thanks to my friend, Dusty Rhoades, I've been invited to share a panel, Walking on the Dark Side. I am grateful, but completely in the dark about the dark side. Thank goodness, we have other people on the panel who actually know what they're talking about.
Dusty will moderate, and as he's a trial lawyer by profession he will, before the hour is up, convince the audience that someone on the panel deserves hard prison time, and we all now who that will be. Other unfortunates drawn into this vortex of dysfunction will be Blake Crouch, Bette Golden Lamb, JJ Lamb, and Louise Ure.
Let me apologize to these kind people in advance.
I've been on a few panels, and I enjoy it. Anything to keep from writing. I particularly enjoy the audience questions as someone always brings up language. Here we are, people who write about violent death, wrong cops, and beatings aplenty, and this reader is offended by bad words. The last time someone asked, I said, "I write dialogue that is in keeping with the character. Since most of my characters are bad-ass motherfuckers kicking the holy shit out of some limp-dicked douchebag, they tend to work blue."
That's probably the last Career Day I do at Powe Elementary. As I was being escorted to the car, one of the second-graders yelled from the window, "Get fucked, you wrinkled old cocksucker." I would have flipped her off had it not been for the handcuffs, which I think was a bit of overkill, don't you?
So, if you're at Thrillerfest and you're worried about bird flu or some other contagious disease you can catch with your pants on, you might want to check out Dusty's panel and avoid the crowds.
Oh, and fuck you.