Red Magic When I was kid I believed in magic. I believed in fairies, Santa, and ghosts, and the Bigfoot, and all of that. I believed that ours was a world of magic that hid just out of sight and away from adult eyes. Hiding where those pure of heart could find it when they… Continue reading Red Magic – a story
So when I took the photos I am using for the cover of TATTERED TENTS I was shocked that I managed to find such a thing in the wild. I was out at a hobby store and was looking at a little display they had and saw it...a headless woman in a lawnchair just living… Continue reading Our Cover Story
In which I talk a little about awards season.
I don't tend to write poetry because I don't write it well but this sprang forth and here it is. Like everything else, I was stillborn. Life fading like the last light of the day. Eyes closing. Mouth opening. Fist unfurling as a flag with no fight. I would enter darkness as a small bang. … Continue reading Still Born – a poem
In honor of my mom's birthday I wrote this for her. Marilyn and the Scary Movie “Oh, for cryin’ in the sink!” Marily declared as she took her hand away from her head and then watched as each of the five curlers she’d just put in her hair came free and fell from her head.… Continue reading Marilyn and the Scary Movie
As we inch towards March 13th the release of the new book is fast approaching. I am getting excited to see this book as more than a bunch of digital files. This is the not a ton of fun part where I battle with the online system to get this thing published. It's going to… Continue reading Everyone Loves the Fair
Last spring I got a temp gig that I was hoping would lead to a full time job. I was desperate and needed something. In the middle of that temp job though I got invited to return to a former employer and did just that. I worked a couple more events for the temp job… Continue reading A Date With the Fair
Today is one of those foggy days. I hate foggy days. My brain feels slower. My reaction time feels slower. I feel like I have to overcompensate for everything. The machine is still running but it’s sluggish and takes longer to warm up. I hate it. I have these foggy days more than I have… Continue reading Foggy
In which I talk about my book CEMETERY EARTH. https://www.amazon.com/Cemetery-Earth-Chris-Ringler/dp/1490522891
In which I talk about conventions and my love for them and such.