Kelly McCullough writes fantasy, science fiction, and books for kids of varying ages. He lives in Wisconsin with his physics professor wife and a small herd of cats. His novels include the WebMage and Fallen Blade series — Penguin/ACE, and the forthcoming School for Sidekicks — Feiwel and Friends/Macmillan. His short fiction has appeared in numerous magazines and anthologies. He also dabbles in science fiction as science education with The Chronicles of the Wandering Star — part of an NSF-funded science curriculum — and the science comic Hanny & the Mystery of the Voorwerp, which he co-authored and co-edited — funding provided by NASA and the Hubble Space Telescope. Kelly on Twitter, Facebook, G+, ello

Friday Cat Blogging

October 5, 2012 in Friday Cat Blogging

 

I’ve got my eye on you, mister.
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Dude, turn the damn sun down!

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Don’t. Even. Think. About. It.

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You’re mine. I own you.

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Hold the glass still, you fool.

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That’s so gross. Can I go next?

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Gallowglass Irish Trio Free for Download

October 2, 2012 in Uncategorized

If you’re looking for excellent Irish music at an unbeatable price, let me point you at four albums now available on a free/pay what you want basis (with any proceeds going to charity) all from my late friend Michael Matheny’s trio, Gallowglass.

His remaining bandmates Ken Larson and Lojo Russo are also old friend of mine and they played a final memorial show for him Saturday September 29th with Ray Yates sitting in for Mike, and a whole tribe of guest musicians along to play an old friend out. They did him up proud. They also announced that they were making the whole Gallowglass catalog available free with any money that anyone wanted to donate for the downloads going to Mike’s favorite charities, greyhound and cancer research.

So, if you’d like to hear the fabulous work they did back in the day, you can find it at: http://gallowglassirishtrio.bandcamp.com/

Friday Cat Blogging: Today on Saturday!

September 29, 2012 in Friday Cat Blogging

Bring me foodz and I will cute for you.

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Who needs treats when there’s STRING!

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Who needs treats when there’s ZZZZZzzzzz…

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Who needs treats when I can be in your drawers grabin your clothes?

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Cat vest crumpled up on the lap before being worn.

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What is that thing that’s about you eat you?

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I’m too sexy for my stairs, too sexy for…oh hell, just give me some treats.

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Because CUTE, that’s why.

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Friday Cat Blogging Closeup Edition

September 21, 2012 in Friday Cat Blogging

Hey there, good looking!

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Go ‘way!

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Yeah, tha’s the spot, oooh!

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Wrong end! Or, leaf shadows on cat butt.

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You put a close up of my butt on the internet! I keel you.

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Raindrops keep falling on my head…

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You, sir, look like you might have some delicious treats about you…

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Crossed Blades Cover

September 5, 2012 in Books

Ooh Shiny!

Men Reading Women in Comics

September 1, 2012 in About Kelly, Other People's Books, Speaking Up

I'm Batman Dammit

Kelly Reads Birds of Prey

My friend, the fantastic photographer Kyle Cassidy tweeted about a men reading women in comics tumblr designed to dispel the myth that men aren’t interested in reading comics by and about strong, diverse, interesting women. As an author who feels it’s very important to have strong smart women characters in my books I decided this was a project that I wanted to support. I thought it would be fun to send in a picture of me reading Birds of Prey since I was recently drawn back into reading comics in part by the work of the wonderful writing and stories of the Gail Simone run on Birds of Prey. So I called up another fabulous photographer friend Matthew A Kuchta who did my most recent couple of author photos as well as The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe shoot with my wife and I at Neil Gaiman’s lamppost, and I asked him if he’d be interested. We decided that since I did a lot of my comics reading while inverting after a workout it would be fun to play off that. This picture, which I love, is the result of that call.

Scotland/Iceland 2012: Trip Pics

June 20, 2012 in About Kelly, Travel

I spent nearly three weeks in Iceland and Scotland over the end of May. It was fab. For anyone who’s interested, here are links to the pics. They’re on facebook, but in completely public galleries:

Iceland 2012 #1
Iceland 2012 #2
Iceland 2012 #3

Orkney 2012 #1
Orkney 2012 #2
Orkney 2012 #3
Orkney 2012 #4

Skye 2012

Glasgow 2012

Edinburgh 2012 #1
Edinburgh 2012 #2

For Meglet: A Little Cat Poem

June 18, 2012 in Silly

I have a fuzzy little cat
Who always wonders where I’m at
Up and down the stairs she goes
Following me with eyes and nose
Content only when she sees
Herself lying on my knees

 

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Michael Matheny, A Hole in the World

June 17, 2012 in Uncategorized

Some things you don’t want to write because you know you won’t do them justice. Some things you don’t want to write because writing about it will make it true. Some things you don’t to want write because they will cut to the bone. Sometimes you write anyway, because you have to try, because the truth is owed and the blood and bone. This is one of those times.

I haven’t seen as much of Mike in the past few years as I would have liked. Our paths diverged some time ago, but he was one of my oldest friends and knowing he was in the world was always a comfort, and seeing him a pleasure. That comfort is gone now and the pleasure will live on only in memory and all of us who loved him are diminished by his loss.

For many the first thing Mike will bring to mind is his music. He was a great musician and I always loved to hear him play. For others it will be his sense of humor, or his gentleness, or a thousand other things. I can’t fix my own memories to any one thing, though his sense of mischief runs deep in my own memories of Mike, perhaps because I knew him first when we were young.

We met the summer I turned fifteen, at Renaissance Festival school, though we didn’t grow close until the year after when I started driving with Mike and Sean as my most frequent passengers. We spent a lot of time together over the next seven or eight years.

The memories are so many and varied it’s hard to know where to start. Driving aimlessly around Minneapolis in the middle of the night, drinking endless gallons of Mountain Dew at Davanni’s and Pizza Hut or sitting in Mike’s room or Sean’s. Warhammer, listening to him first playing around with a guitar, wandering around Festival together. Arriving at the Colorado Festival after a sixteen hour drive and leaping straight into the back of another car to drive to Boulder. Sitting across a coffin shaped coffee table at my first apartment tossing black cat firecrackers at each other and giggling. Co-writing the opening of a fantasy novel by plugging two keyboards into one Mac and trying to outdo each other. Him talking me into my first ear piercing…and on and on. A thousand memories and all of them precious. But if finding a starting place is hard, coming to the end is infinitely harder.

The thought that I will have no more new memories of Michael hurts me. Knowing that I’ll never see the wicked smile he so often shared, or hear the soft chuckle, or simply know that he is out there somewhere smiling and laughing and making music–that is a truth I do not want to face. It costs in blood and bone and soul, and though I have written thousands of pages I find myself all but bereft of words at this loss, knowing I can never to do justice to the memory of an old and dear friend.

Michael Matheny was my friend, we helped each other grow up. I loved him, and he is gone, and the world will be a darker place with his light gone out of it.

Dragon Diaries

May 24, 2012 in Dragon Diaries

Biggest problem of being fictional? Getting left in limbo for months at a time. Stupid writer. I’d toast him but it might go badly.

“A one L lama, he’s a priest. A two L llama, he’s a beast.” Both are delicious when breaded and fried, what a feast! (With apologies to Ogden Nash)