Napping over at Grey's just now, I dreamed of a monster named Mr. Bolay. He had very long, thin arms, and above all else he loved ham and cars. You were usually OK with just one or the other, but if you tried to eat a ham sandwich in a car, even a fast-moving one, Mr. Bolay would run alongside and snake his arm in through the tiniest window crack ( Read more... )

It's been a very rough week, though things ultimately turned out all right (in the latest crisis, anyway). I'm behind on eBay shipping again, but will get everything out by early next week, and will put up new auctions then too ( Read more... )

Kind of late in the day for it, I know, but new eBay auctions are up: hardcovers of Drawing Blood and Antediluvian Tales, plus the chapbooks Stay Awake, The Seed of Lost Souls, Used Stories, and The Feast of St. Rosalie, all signed, all personalized if you wish ( Read more... )

eBay auctions ending this afternoon, and I promise I will NOT take untold ages to ship these ( Read more... )

I'm blogging from Grey's for the first time. I don't know if that has any real significance, but, well, here I am. I came over last night and crept into the warmth of his bed (which is in a tent draped with many colors and textures of fabric, affording a nice Arabian Nights feel) and we watched CSI (I like the one with Ted Danson) and fucked and ( Read more... )

I sit cross-legged on my bed. So proud of the new, dark hair on my upper legs and belly. Is it my bed, now, just mine? It's weird not being sure whether someone lives with you anymore. The window is open and I hear rain on metal, steady and soothing. It's warm, so there are only four cats on the bed. I've actually gotten a lot done the last couple ( Read more... )

I just woke up from a dream in which I was a ghoul snacking on a severed head. Unfortunately, unbeknownst to me, the zombie apocalypse had happened and the head started screaming at me. It was actually kind of comical, but it hath murdered sleep, at least for the moment ( Read more... )

One of the stranger dreams I've had in recent memory. Thought I'd quickly share it before we leave for the game ( Read more... )

Goddammit. I think I have "honeymoon cystitis." Maybe if I write it up and add some details of my trip to Amsterdam and a section on becoming Catholic, I can parlay it into a hideous bestseller like Rich White Lady Goes On Vacation Eat, Pray, Love. I'd probably have to take a little more advantage of the wise yet unspoiled natives, though ( Read more... )

Well, I have to say this trip to Amsterdam makes all my previous ones look like Christian youth group retreats. Though the Christian youth probably smoke less weed.

In a dream a couple of nights ago, I had a huge screaming fight with Rickey. Yes, that Rickey, my character. He was bragging about, all other things being equal, how much less of a mess ( Read more... )