if you are the kind of person who feel the need to threaten and harass another for pointing out what is obviously wrong — and can and should be changed at no one’s expense and to everyone’s betterment — then what justification can you make for your own value to the world?  then what are you other than a cog in a machine that profits from fear?



I’ve just read Cecil Castellucci’s 2005 debut novel Boy Proof and it’s delightful to discover that she’s every bit as talented a novelist as she is a graphic novel writer (The Plain Janes, the first volume in the outstanding Minx graphic novel series) and a rock musician (Nerdy Girl/Bite).

do as Cory says and read the work of cecil castellucci!

i’m so writing this as a fanfic…

a few people have asked me to elaborate on my tweet about how “jessica raine as verity lambert” should be the doctor’s next companion…

OK… here’s my pitch… as a child growing up in canada, sydney newman spent a lot of time traveling through space and time in the company of a man he believed at the time was his grandfather.


upon his return — following the unexplained disappearance of his grandfather — newman’s parents quickly convinced him that his adventures were simply his dreamlike embellishment of a series of travels taken to historical landmarks…

newman was so taken by the man he believed was his grandfather that, upon becoming the head of drama for the BBC, he pitched a series based on his memories of childhood adventure. this pitch eventually became “doctor who”…


…and when a man showed up at the BBC… in a blue box, claiming to be newman’s grandfather but looking nothing like the doddering, white-haired man described by newman, no one believed him…


…no one, that is, other than a very talented young woman looking to break free from the patriarchal order around her and find new worlds of adventure…





My new book, THE WITCHES OF ECHO PARK, is available for pre-order through these establishments:

Murder By The Book


Mysterious Galaxy


It comes out January 6 - which is 2 days before my 38th birthday! Wanna get me a great birthday treat? Pre-order the book! :)

hey world - the awesome amber benson’s awesome new book is coming out - go pre-order it! 


howdy, middle-kateers!  

ready for some good news? 

thanks to our crack team - artists les mcclaine and armando zanker, colorist ryan hill, inker terry blas and graphic designer lee thompson - “the middleman - volume 5: the pan universal parental reconciliation” is off to the printers along with the signed bookplates and all of your addresses!

we expect the printer to complete production and ship the books by mid-september - at which time we will also post the video of the live reading to our site www.o2stk.com.

and if you are missing any middle books, don’t delay, they are all available now at www.o2stk.com and at amazon - both in the unites states and internationally.

we are weeks away from completing this project - the crowd-funded franchise resurrection could never have happened without your support, and we at o2stk are infinitely grateful!

oh, you want a sneak peek at the book?  OK!

here’s the special cover lee thompson has designed EXCLUSIVELY for campaign donors…

and here’s the cover everyone else will get from www.o2stk.com after the campaign donors get their copies!

nifty, huh?

i adored robin williams.

from the moment i came to this country from puerto rico and landed in a sixth grade classroom at martin luther king elementary school in ann arbor, michigan, my peers called me “mork” - they thought i resembled robin williams.

you be the judge.



either way, i took the nickname as a supreme compliment.

i loved williams’s work as an actor. as a comedian, i truly consider him without peer.

"mork and mindy" - a series in its heyday when i was ten and trying to figure out what i was - was a weekly escape valve for this hyperkinetic, fast-talking misfit.  

i listened to his records and watched his HBO specials like they were master classes: a lifeline to an anarchic, free-associative world of imagination run wild.

truly, i cannot overestimate the impact of robin williams’s work on me as an immigrant with a slightly skewed perspective and a desire to express myself. he made it more than okay to be weird and way off center - his comedy was an atomic explosion of connections between disparate ideas, tied together with critical masses of atomic absurdity, delivered with megatons of energy.

every time i watched my VHS tapes of his specials, my mind was altered for the better.

as with any person of extreme talent, many came to see williams as twee and exhausting.

none of that ever kept me from appreciating the man and his gifts - he was a true empath whose uncanny talent for emotional connection was always in evidence. even at his most wearyingly demanding, williams’s mind was clearly aflame with a need to express, a desire to relate, and a passion to entertain…

…and as with so many people with this drive, ambition, and need, the dark side of talent was every bit as powerful with robin williams, and ultimately seized the day. 

today an entire generation of manic alien visitors whose comedy is a veil for a universe of emotion have lost their patron saint.