Craig Caulfield

Born and raised on Boston's North Shore, Craig Caulfield left Emerson College after his freshman year to seek adventure. He maneuvered through a number of occupations while pursing the craft of writing in Boston, New York, Honolulu, Los Angeles, Reno, Chicago, and Miami-before returning to his studies at the University of Vermont in 2001. Reviewer David Kaslow called his non-fiction book Ruggles Street, "A Bach Fugue of a book." In 2005 Craig received a BA in English and History from UVM, graduating with Honors. A Pale Horse, his short story in the Trinity College Dublin Master's Program's anthology titled Incorrigibly Plural, was singled out by the Irish Book Review for praise in 2006. Craig received an MA in Creative Writing from TCD in 2007. Since the winter of 2008 he has made his home in Moscow, where he draws on his diverse life experiences while working on his fiction.
 Craig Caulfield

T'was the Night Before Christmas... 

 (With apologies to Clement Clarke Moore, may he forgive my doggerel...)

...and all through the shop,
all we minions were working,
   until ready to drop.

The ebooks were flying,
the covers were spare,
The edits were crazy,
   with "one more thing I must share!"

We waited for Santa,
'Cuz we love old Saint Nick,
But Hitch made us work,
   Waving 'round an old stick!

So slave we all did,
And made all your books,
So that Hitch would say now,
   that we're off the hook.

Come today we're off,
to rest up our fingers,
Our hats we will doff,
   No books they do linger.

But we'll all be back,
Don't give it a thought,
for like all wage slaves,
   we're easily bought.

We'll be back on the fifth,
all eager and fresh,
All ready for you,
   after a well-deserved rest.

So Hitch wants to say,
very strongly and loud,
  you're the best type of crowd.

Indy and Len and Hitch and the gang,
will be back on the 5th,
to do books with a BANG!

In the meantime don't worry,
if you're in a hurry,
'cuz some poor guy got stuck
   sitting here like a duck.

Your emails we'll receive,
so no need to grieve.
We'll be a bit slow,
but we're raring to go.

Your books will be worked on,
your edits still made,
we're just resting a bit,
   before we all fade.

So please excuse the delays;
It won't be for days;
we'll jump on your queries,
   for your wondrous new series.

We waited for Santa,
'Cuz we love old St. Nick,
And sure 'nuff he came,
   It wasn't a trick.

And as he rode off,
into the night,
I could swear I heard Hitch yell,
   "That Edit's Not Right!"


We'll be back on the morning of January 5th; we'll be here parttime between now and then, thanks.