Sometimes I check on this forlorn old blog to see the tumbleweeds a-drifting. There's also this metric page I can access—y'know, how many page views, where those views come from, etc. The blog interface also charts the search cues that people type into google or wherever that bring them here. A few months ago, I swear, one was:

"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?"

Fair point!

Here's some tidbits of news.

New collection of stories out in August 2020 in Canada.


BUY IT!
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!
IMDB LISTING! 
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!
Yrs,Craig Davidson (who is alive)