Congratulations to Dave "Evan" Lewis on his Shamus Award nomination for the short story "The Continental Opposite," which appeared in the May 2015 issue of Alfred Hitchcock's Mystery Magazine. This feat is all the greater when you consider he scratched it out on pieces of birch bark using a blackened twig.
Saturday, July 23, 2016
As many of you know, Bill Crider is facing a very serious health issue right now. To say I'm devastated is an understatement. Bill and I have been friends since the 1980 Bouchercon. We were in Dapa-Em together from when I joined in 1979 until it stopped publishing in 2004. Bill never missed contributing to a mailing. He never missed contributing to MDM, my letterzine (200 issues), or OWLHOOT, the Western apa I ramrod (55 issues to date). He tuckerized me in many of his writings. Bill claims authorship of about 60 books but the total is much higher. He ghosted scores of books for friends over the years, many in the male action or Western line. He's too modest or honest to claim credit for them.
If not for Bill my paltry two books wouldn't have been published. He's the one who recommended me to Five Star and I wouldn't be surprised if he put in a good word.
When I was Fan Guest of Honor at the 1997 Bouchercon, Bill introduced me.
Bill Crider has been a solid constant in my life for decades. Sometimes I wonder why. He's modest, quiet, and unassuming. I'm lacking in tact and many other social graces (but I'm working on it). He's a hard-working achiever. I'm lazy. He runs, I haunt my recliner. Maybe it's the odd couple phenomenon.
Whatever it may be, I admire, respect, and envy Bill Crider for who he is, what he's done, and his subtle wit. Did you know he's a PhD.? A lot of people with that accomplishment would insist on being called Doctor. Not Bill, not in his dealings with the public or among friends.
I'm hoping as hard as I can that the next time I write about him it'll be to tell you that he's back as big as ever, healthy and strong and still modest. Whatever your spiritual leanings, it might be nice to offer up a prayer, dance around a fire, draw a pentagram, chant, or whatever you do to invoke good spirits to help with his recovery.
Bill is the one with the book. I'm the wise guy giving him horns.
Wednesday, July 20, 2016
Sunday, July 03, 2016
Klara turned one month old yesterday, July 2, and she was over at the house for lunch. The top photo shows her on my lap and the lower one has her on a pillow as proud papa Jacob looks on. She gained about three pounds since she was born and feels like a little sack of rice. She has big blue eyes and lists her hobbies as eating, sleeping, and filling her diaper.