I pronounce today, this second day of December 2013, to be the official beginning of this year's Jethro Tull Season. The sky is just about the right shade of blue grey. Or grey blue. Jethro Tull Season celebrates, among other things, a slower, saner winter, one that is now decades gone ( Read more... )

Sunny today, and I don't have to put a phrase to that sky for you to know what I think of the murderous thing. Maybe I'll spend the day pretending it's April.

Somehow, I managed to sleep about eight hours last night, which hasn't happened in weeks. At least weeks. I wish I could say it left me feeling rested, but quite the opposite seems to be the ( Read more... )

Yesterday, I wrote 1,303 words on the first chapter of Cherry Bomb.

I also proofread and sent notes on the final issue of Alabaster: Boxcar Tales, which is, of course, the final Dancy comic.

Cloudy again today. Only 64˚F, but I have my window open, anyway. 59% humidity.

All of the "7" pendants have sold. There will be no more. Ever. But there's ( Read more... )

I now have five of the little pewter Lovecraft pins one receives for World Fantasy Award nominations. Three unexpectedly came in the mail yesterday, and near as I can tell they're for my two 2006 nominations (To Charles Fort, With Love and "La Peau Verte") and my 2012 nomination (Two Worlds and In Between: The Best of Caitlin R. Kiernan, Volume 1 ( Read more... )

So, this is sort of weird. But bear with me.

In October 2011, I left Second Life determined that I would never, ever return. I'd made that promise to myself many times previously, but I'd never managed to keep it for more than a few months. I was always, without exception, driven to that point by idiotic drama created by other inhabitants. Make no ( Read more... )

Cold and sunny here in Providence.

Hello, future me. I hope it all got easier. I truly do.

Yesterday, I wrote the second half of the new Chapter 7 for Alabaster: Boxcar Tales (so now the original Chapter 7 becomes the new Chapter 8). Today, I send it off to Dark Horse. And a two-part interlude becomes a three-part interlude. And all I have to ( Read more... )

I boycotted the Oscars last night for reasons that had nothing whatsoever to do with Seth MacFarlane, whom I have always loathed. The man is the walking, breathing, yammering archetypal fucking douchebag. Truthfully, I had no idea he was hosting until last night. Then, this morning I began hearing of the sexist, racist, homophobic bullshit that ( Read more... )

Hi, guys. I'm loathe to ask, but right now Blood Oranges has a 2-star rating at Amazon (a first for me), mostly because of one ass clown who can't even figure out if the name "Tierney" or "Kiernan" gets top billing on the cover ( Read more... )