Resurrection?

Resurrection.
It's something I've been thinking about lately, but every time I come close to posting something of substance I realise that I don't really want to continue on from where I left off. I need to change things. Redesign the blog. Decide what I reallywant to do with it.

Re-design? Hell, there was no design to begin with. After hours of fruitless searching for some EC Comics-esque medical personnel I settled for some mad doctor off the cover of some cheesy looking video cassette. Oh how I would have liked some subtle tentacular background design like John has. It would be nice to have some design skillz. *Sigh*

And what do I really want to do with it? Well, more retrospective stuff, for sure. Will Errickson is doing much more of the stuff I would have liked to be doing.
So, yes, more of that.
More opinionated crap too.
One thing is for certain, though, no more reading books I don't want to read. I own so many books, and still buy too many - I don't need my to-read list being clogged up by generous publishers. And no promoting over-expensive shite either (not that I've been particularly guilty of that). If you think your garishly packaged limited edition with leather cover culled from lavender-soaked ferret gonads is worth that 500 smackeroos then good for you; I'm not going to help promote the genre's sad collector cult.

So what's happened in the last six months since I stopped doing this "seriously"?

Back in October I wrote this open letter to Cthulhu and surprisingly a couple of things came of it that I'm totally going to take some credit for:

• John Hornor Jacobs landed a publisher for Southern Gods. It comes out in a couple of months. You really should pre-order it. Actually, John has had a run of recent successes, but I'm not certain what I'm allowed to talk about. Let's leave it at that. 
• Mark Samuels released a collection that was actually affordable. You should buy that one too. 
• Greg Gifune seems to be going gang-busters with Delirium, so I doubt he really cares about a major publisher.
• Alas, T.E.D. Klein still lies dormant and, as far as I can tell, Ramsey Campbell is not rich and eating caviar off the bellies of nubiles. Perhaps I needed to sacrifice more virgins (sorry Ramsey!).

So, yes, resurrection.

Yes? No?

Buy this book.

...and this one. Costs way less than a ferret-gonad leather collectible, honest.