Damn. I just got word that Warren Norwood passed away from liver failure on Friday. He was 59 years old.
He was one of the founding members of Los Blues Guys, a rock group that played Texas cons back in the day. He played dulcimer and was fond of playing "Vampires in the Sun," a SFnal riff on "Ghost Riders in the Sky." I've got a signed copy of his last published novel, True Jaguar, which he always joked was less valuable than an unsigned copy. He's probably best known for his The Windhover Tapes series of SF novels, although they're pretty obscure these days.
He was a friendly guy, and a good writing instructor. His novels never garnered the success they deserved. I learned a lot from him--particularly how to take a good ribbing for writing drek, then to respond by writing something much less drekful. We've exchanged Christmas cards with them for years. This world is lessened by his absence.
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