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Bev Vincent is the author of Stephen King: A Complete Exploration of His Work, Life and Influences (nominated for a 2023 Locus Award), The Dark Tower Companion, The Road to the Dark Tower (nominated for a Bram Stoker Award), and The Stephen King Illustrated Companion, nominated for a 2010 Edgar® Award and a 2009 Bram Stoker Award. In 2018, he co-edited the anthology Flight or Fright (a Goodreads Choice Award Nominee) with Stephen King.
His short fiction has appeared in places like Ellery Queen's Mystery Magazine, Alfred Hitchcock's Mystery Magazine, Borderlands 5, Ice Cold, and The Blue Religion. Four of his stories were collected in When the Night Comes Down and another four in a CD Select eBook. His story "The Bank Job" won the Al Blanchard Award. "The Honey Trap" from Ice Cold was nominated for an ITW Thriller Award in 2015 and "Zombies on a Plane" was nominated for an Ignotus Award in 2020.
His non-fiction has appeared in diverse magazines, including The Poetry Foundation, Fangoria, Rue Morgue, Screem, Pensacola Magazine and Texas Gardener. He has been a contributing editor with Cemetery Dance magazine since 2001 and is a former member of the Storytellers Unplugged blogging community. He also writes book reviews for Onyx Reviews. He has served as a judge for the Al Blanchard, Shirley Jackson and Edgar Awards.
His work has been translated into: Arabic, Bulgarian, Chinese, Croatian, Czech, Dutch, French, German, Greek, HItalian, Japanese, Korean, Polish, Portuguese, Russian, Swedish, Serbian, Spanish, Turkish and Ukrainian
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SVU Mayhem
The end of my short story is in sight. I know more or less what’s going to happen in the last page or two. All that remains is to write them. I stopped this morning on a high point so … Continue reading
Some things come to an end
I think I know what I’m going to write about for my next Storytellers Unplugged essay. Except, before I write about it, I have to finish what I’m writing. So I can write about it. Get it? Me, neither. But … Continue reading
I like to ride my bicycle
We’re down to one car this week, so I had to dust off the bicycle this morning. Peel off the cobwebs. Pump up the tires. My commute is only a couple of miles, so it’s not bad, and the weather … Continue reading
Prepare to be boarded
Few things will wake you up as quickly in the morning as sitting down at your computer, which you’ve left on overnight, to find only a black screen. All the lights are on, but nobody’s home. I’m not sure what … Continue reading
This old House
Logged onto the local newspaper when I got up this morning. The current weather said “mist.” Loudest damned mist I’ve ever heard. We got a good soaking. Puddles in the yard, ditch nearly full to overflowing. Mist, indeed. I was … Continue reading
At Last
I received my contributor copies of Cemetery Dance #65 in the mail last night. It’s been a while. Dear headline writers. “At Last Singer Etta James Dead” does not read to many people the way you intended. I hope next … Continue reading
Would you let this man fix your computer?
Yesterday morning I was awakened at 4 am by what sounded like hail, as part of an impressive rainstorm that heralded a cold front coming through. If the rain had been snow instead, it would have been a blizzard. In fact, they … Continue reading
Co-starring a dog
Got a lot done on the novella in progress this weekend. I have until the end of next weekend to finish it off. Looks like I’ll make it after all. I’ve been away from it for a while, but when … Continue reading
Which way is out?
We had a stretch of fence between us and our neighbors replaced this week. It included a gate. When the workers were finishing up we went to survey the results. Fenced looked good, but the gate was installed backwards! The … Continue reading
Bow ring
One more editing pass on the new essay and it will be ready to send in to the editor. It ended up somewhere in the vicinity of 5500 words. That’s two 5000-word documents I’ve completed in the past couple of … Continue reading