On the one hand, I slept about 3 hours last night. On the ot her hand, it was not an unproductive day (again), despite (again) not having slept. I fell asleep sometime before midnight, woke at 1:30 a.m., watched all of Fiddler on the Roof (1971), then got maybe another hour of sleep before I finally got up at 4:30ish a.m. and made breakfast and ( Read more... )

Sunny and hot today, with a heat advisory. We reached 93F, with a heat index of 101F. Then a thunderstorm rolled through this afternoon, a violent storm that cooled everything off.

I was up at 5:30 a.m. and writing by 6 a.m. I did another 1,100 words (exactly) on "A Buyer's Guide to Commonplace Bizarreness." Later, I played some Guid Wars 2. And I ( Read more... )

Cloudy all day. That's become a refrain, hasn't it? It's currently about 80˚F, heat index 85˚F.

I did quite a lot of work today, including starting that stack of "cheat sheet" note cards for The Night Watchers. I hate doing this. It isn't writing. It's a weird sot of playing at seeing the future. It's a lie. I have no idea what will happen in this ( Read more... )

Not a bad day. The weather was a little cool, but the rain seemed to have spent itself last night. We had sun. We had clouds. We had a high 71˚F. One day, it will be warm again. I mean Caitlín warm. 80˚F to 85˚F is the range within which I seem to thrive ( Read more... )

A shitty, shitty day was today (yes, worse than yesterday). May it rot in oblivion. I didn't go outside. I didn't even pull up the blinds, though it was sunny. Currently, it's 47˚F. Someone needs to remind the weather that in Alabama late February is spring ( Read more... )

1. Today I am beginning to step down from my current Lamictal dose. I need to stop taking this shit. It's made a mess of my memory. It's hurt my writing.* It's made me clumsy. And I'm not even sure it's still working. So fuck the stuff. I only wish it wasn't going to take me a month or so to get off it. So, today I cut my dose by one quarter, and ( Read more... )