Sunny and warm today. A high of 91.9F, with a heat index of 94F.

And a good morning for writing. I did 1,080 words on the chapbook/novella. There are only two scenes left to go, and I hope I will be done on Sunday. Then it will need a fairly solid polish, but still. It will be good to have it done.

I finished reading S.E. Hinton's Taming the ( Read more... )

Hot and sunny today. Our high was 91F, with a heat index of 96F.

No writing this morning. I did try.

The day was divided between reading and documentaries. I finished Harlan's Paingod and Other Delusions and began his From the Land of Fear (1967 ( Read more... )

Quite hot today, and no clouds until late. I took a short walk just to feel the heat. Our high was 93F, with a heat index of 103F.

Today was a restful day, or an attempt at one, after all the movement of yesterday. I did have email to write to SubPress and McWane, but that was pretty much it, workwise. I began Harlan's I Have No Mouth and I Must ( Read more... )

Today was a better day, finally. For the most part, the corrections to the galleys of Vile Affections is finished. Kathryn and I spent a little more than two hours on it this afternoon and finally bested the damn things. You guys better appreciate this damn book.

A sunny day. Our high was only about 84˚F. It is now 78˚F.

My copies of The ( Read more... )

A rainy day, rainier late than early. Currently, it's 62˚F.

This morning I worked on the glyptosaur paper (yes, more), and then Kathryn and I went to the Summit to see William Eubank's Underwater (2020), a surprisingly effective claustrophobic gut-bunch of a monster movie. It's really a shame it is being ignored at the box office. It harks back to ( Read more... )

The cough was almost gone, and then it came roaring back last night. I'm woozy and sore, and I can hardly talk, and tomorrow I have to be at the UA Museum in Tuscaloosa.

We spent the day out, mostly. It was sunny, mostly. I went to Alabama Outdoors in Homewood looking for a new field hat. I went to Reed Books downtown to find a copy of Absalom! ( Read more... )

Warm today. Warm yesterday. Currently, it's 78˚F and sunny, and the sky is far too blue for my eyes to look at for very long. But at least Cold Spring is slowly becoming something summerish.

Though I ought to have spent yesterday working on "Le Meneur des loups," I'd only slept about four hours, and there was no way in fuck that a coherent ( Read more... )

Sunny today, and a wide, carnivorous sky, and the temperature is a paltry 59˚F.

I left the house yesterday, despite the nip in the constant breeze. We drove over the river to Wickenden Street and spent an hour or so browsing through the bins at Round Again Records. I spent ten bucks I probably shouldn't have and came away with Songs of Leonard ( Read more... )

"Same birds that followed me to school when I was young ( Read more... )

Cold and sunny today. We had a windchill of 9˚F last night. But the house is much warmer since Spooky finally managed to close a couple of storm windows that were stuck open the past five winters.

Jesus fuck, I'm getting old.

Yesterday, I wrote a mere 798 words on the third chapter of Cherry Bomb. But I'm excused, because it was a bizarre day. ( Read more... )