"What happened to writer Craig Davidson?"
Like, perhaps the interested googler was concerned I'd died or fallen off a cliff. I want to disabuse anyone of that notion, though I imagine there are reasons to believe that. I've FALLEN many times lately, as I'm clumsy, but not off a cliff. Though I imagine the question posed by that intrepid googler was more "What the hell's he been doing career-wise?"
Here's some tidbits of news.
New collection of stories out in August 2020 in Canada.
Also, in a long labor or love or just plain stick-to-it-iveness, director Andrew Thomas Hunt is now filming an adaptation of my first novel (under my own name) The Fighter. Good on him, I say!
Here are a few stills from the film shoot.
The broad point of this post is: I'm not dead. I will be one day. We all will be. Our sun will collapse into a sucking black hole, too, at some future date. But as for now, I (and the sun, so far as I know) live!
Craig Davidson (who is alive)