Behold: My Phoenix ComicCon Schedule! All For You, Damien!

That’s right. I’m at the Phoenix Comiccon this week.

I’ll be there the whole damn time, from Thursday through Sunday.


Gosh, that sounds sinister.



Much better.


My schedule:

What I Learned Writing My Latest Novel : Friday 10:30am – 11:30am

Angry Robot Preview Panel : Friday 12:00pm – 1:00pm

Urban Fantasy and the Real World : Friday 1:30pm – 2:30pm

The Taco Council : Friday 3:00pm – 4:00pm

Author Batsu Game : Saturday 4:30pm – 5:30pm

Drinks with Authors: Saturday 9:00pm till?

Supernatural in Contemporary Fantasy : Sunday 10:30am – 11:30am

Gosh, obviously I’m gonna be very busy on Friday.

And Saturday is some kind of Batsu game which is — you know, I don’t know what it is. I just know that whenever Sam Sykes asks you, “Do you want to be involved in X?” Assume ‘X’ is something really weird and embarrassing and horrible and your best answer is “NO NO GOD NO WHAT WHO ARE YOU” and then you should Taser him except I didn’t do any of those things and maybe, just maybe, I said “yes” (Sam claims I spoke an oath), and now I’m in this Batsu game.

Then, afterward, COME DRANKY DRUNKY DRINKY WITH ME. Drinks with Authors! Woo!

(I’m also noodling a kind of informal meet-up “kaffeeklatsch” with readers if there’s interest. If you’re going to PHXCC and that might interest you, drop a comment below.)

When I’m not at panels and not hunting wily taco prey with the rest of the Taco Council, I will be at my Author’s Alley table (#2414) with fellow deviant Stephen Blackmoore, author of the supremely kick-ass Dead Things. (Actually, I just read the follow-up, too, Broken Souls, and mmm. So good.) At the table, I will be signing books. And talking to people. And signing folks up for an army with which we can destroy my nemesis, Jaye Wells, whose books are always right next to mine on bookstore shelves so we are forced to do battle until one day we realize we’re better off teaming up and going to war against Brent Weeks (sorry, Brent).

Point is: this thing’s gonna be “off the hook,” as the kids say.

Personally I like things on hooks. More orderly that way.

But whatever.

So many good authors. Some I know, some I’ve yet to meet in person, some I’ve never communicated with in any meaningful way. So, come to the desiccated hell-chamber that is Phoenix (100+ degree temps already! A sun like Sauron’s eye!) and we can frolic in the cholla and take peyote tabs and become coyote-people together.


  • Dear Planet Earth,

    I am writing to inform you that you currently have The United Kingdom in the wrong place. Can you please move it nearer to the USA by – oooh, I dunno, a coupl’a thousand miles? Just temporarily – for about a week or so? There must be some gentle, non-catastrophic plate tectonic shifts you could work into your daily routine, yeah? Pretty please?

    Thanks ever so,

    UK Chuck Wendig Fans.

    ‘Cause we’re not selfish – oh no, not at all…

    Have a ball Chuck – and tell us all about it afterwards, all you USA-based fans! 😉

  • I may stop by, and hold a cookie above your head and tell you to jump for it. Until you punch me in the stomach and I let go of the cookie and it lands in your mouth. Good fun.

  • I totally wish I could drive down there and compare beards. I think the con is only about 90 minutes away. One of these times you’re doing a Phoenix con you should head north to check out historic Prescott or beautiful Sedona. Oh, yeah, and swing by and say hey to yours truly.

  • June 5, 2014 at 4:24 PM // Reply

    Ugh. At least you can leave the dry, dusty, valley of the sun when the con is over. I, on the other hand, am stuck here until words turn into books and books to money by way of a mystic alchemical elixir which thwarts all procrastinatory efforts (like reading your blog, instead of writing).

  • Hey Chuck! I’ll be up there Saturday. What’s up with the kaffeeklatch? And…if I can convince my party, I may even show up for a drink or so. Sounds like fun.

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