Yeah, so...I fell asleep, exhausted, about 11:30 p.m., after dozing through an episode of Six Feet Under, only to wake a little before 1 a.m. and find it impossible to get back to sleep. At about 2:30 a.m. I surrendered and got up. I fugured I'd do a little work, get sleep again, and catch a few more hours. Har de fucking har har ( Read more... )

Mostly cloudy today, though it was supposed to be sunny. Our high was 56F ( Read more... )

After a very stormy night, we had a warm, blustery, sunny day. The high was 82F.

Today I went outside today for the first time since March 8th. So, that's 22 straight days without even setting foot out of doors. That's bad even for me. Not my record, but bad.

I did not write today. I gave myself a day off.

Something I posted to Facebook today:

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A sunny first of April. Our high was only 65˚F.

No work today. On purpose. I'll get back to it tomorrow.

Some stuff I said on Twitter:

Truer words never were spoken: “Comedy is tragedy that happens to other people.” Angela Carter ( Read more... )

The journal is coming back, really. The long months of utter and complete inactivity have passed, and there are things to say again. I just have to remember how to get back on the horse, but, that said, all you get today is an underexposed photograph.

Once More,
Aunt Beast


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The sun came back today. I woke to it, and it's always easier waking from my nightmares to bright sunlight. But the cooler weather is slow to leave; we only reached 66˚F, and it's currently 52˚F ( Read more... )

Mostly cloudy today, a little sun now and then, and currently it's 43, with at 36˚F. The little snow symbols are on the forecast map for Thursday.

Yesterday, as regards writing, was pretty much a replay of the last week, the same fruitless day on repeat.

If you haven't seen the Netflix Lost in Space reboot, you should. It's good ( Read more... )

I'm better. I might be mostly recovered. Whatever hit me on Thursday seems to have burned itself out. And I am sick of lying in bed ( Read more... )

The past three days have been a terrible blur of depression and anger, largely triggered by bad weather and homesickness, and I have not only allowed it to keep me from working, but also spill out onto social media. Last night, the fever broke, so to speak, even if the weather is still shit. So, today I'm tired and embarrassed, and I'm gonna try to ( Read more... )

And we're looking at more snow. Tomorrow's forecast calls for 2 to 4 inches. Currently, it's overcast and 56˚F, with the windchill at 50˚F.

Yesterday I put together the manuscript for the Little Yellow Book I'm doing with Borderlands Press. I decided against the Little Yellow Book of Picaresque and, instead, went with The Little Yellow Book of the ( Read more... )