I Am The Luckiest Bag Of Dirt In The World, Because My Wife Rocks

I love my wife unmercifully, beyond the periphery of reason and sanity. When I met my wife, we went out to a Chinese restaurant. And we stayed there for four hours. We closed the joint out. They were throwing fortune cookies at our heads to get us to leave…

Things You May Not Know About Little Chucky Wendig, Age Eight And A Half

I figure it’s a good time to get to know one another. Here, then, is a random slapdash written-in-no-sensible-order list of things you may not know about me. It bears no rhyme, no reason. It’s more or less a conglomeration of meaningless facts about yours truly.

Gooey Gushy Smushy Woo Woo Tragic Sweet Kissy-Face Sex-Biscuit Love Stories

Today, two simple questions for you. Number One: What are some good love stories? Books, film, games, real-life, what-have-you. Number Two: What, then, makes for a good love story?

The Irregular Creatures One-Month Annivalentine’s Daysary Extravabonanza!

It’s the one-month anniversary (“monthiversary?”) of the release of IRREGULAR CREATURES, my collection of nine short stories. I’ve decided to drop the price on the collection down to the so-low-I-just-pooped-my-pants price of ninety-nine cents!

If My Mockingjay Don’t Sing

Finished Mockingjay. Loved Mockingjay.

But wondering: why all the middling reactions toward Mockingjay? I wouldn’t call it “hate,” exactly — but I was warned repeatedly that the third book was essentially a big disappointment from the high of the previous two.