Over at Weird Fiction Review, several dozen writers reveal their favorite monsters. I contributed a brief defense of goblin-kind:
Goblins have gotten a pretty bad rap over the centuries. Sniveling, mean-spirited wretches, bowing to whatever power they most fear, they’ve pestered, tricked, and cajoled their way into the grimy underbellies of countless tales and legends. But I say that goblins are the great unsung worker-heroes of monsterdom. . . .
You can read the rest here, along with the responses from many others.
On a personal note, I knew a goblin once. He began life as a mischievous cat named Goblin, a fine companion to me and my siblings. He vanished one day, and though we called his name into the woods out back, and left out bowls of food, we failed to summon Goblin home.
Years later, a strange creature appeared in the back yard, huge and furry, with shining yellow eyes and battle-scarred ears. Goblin had become a goblin. He regarded us with mild curiosity, but eyed the food we offered him with obvious disdain. After an hour or so, he sauntered back into forest, to rule whatever strange domain he had conquered for himself.