Overcast again all day today. Supposedly these clouds are going away tonight. Our high was only 78˚F, and it's currently 76˚F.

New upstairs neighbor, and she arrived with three dogs, and every morning right before 5 a.m. all three go ape shit. As a result, I am woefully under slept. Painfully under slept. The bark almost all day long, but it's the ( Read more... )

Wonderful, booming thunderstorms out there. Lightning. Thunder. Hard rain. The dregs of Isaac, that storm come all the way from West Africa to die above New England.

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Now, COMMENTS!

Yesterday, I spent hours searching for a story for Sirenia Digest #81, and found "Our Lady of Arsia Mons." Then I wrote a mere 596 words. But I'll do better today ( Read more... )

How did it get so late? Now, there's a good goddamn question. I only meant, how did it get to be 12:47 p.m., when I could have sworn it was only noon ( Read more... )

I want to make a promise to you, the reader. And I don't know if I can fulfill it tomorrow, or even the day after that. But I put the bastards of this world on notice that I do not have their best interests at heart. I will try and speak for my reader. That is my promise. And it will be a voice made of ink and rage. ~ Hunter S. Thompson, The Rum ( Read more... )

Honestly? Getting my first tattoo doesn't make nearly one quarter the interesting story I'd thought it would. The experience was both exhilarating and mundane. Like eating your first habañero. On the one hand, well, so this is what it's like to experience the taste sensation of 100,000-350,000 on the Scoville scale, but on the other....how many ( Read more... )

Here in Providence, it may be that Cold Spring is sliding towards the chilly beginnings of summer. We have some sun today, some sun, but still some clouds, too. Maybe mostly clouds. It's about 61˚F out there, and I have the office window open a crack. Just a crack, to let in some fresh air. But I have to keep the space heater running, or the ( Read more... )

Talk to me, kittens. Today, we have salmagundi:

1) A new review of The Drowning Girl: A Memoir at the Strange Horizons website has made me momentarily very happy (don't worry, it never lingers). It's the most cogent review of the book I've read since Brit Mandelo's at Tor.com (which you can read here). Anyway, you'll find the Strange Horizon's ( Read more... )

If I ignore the fact that it's 59˚ out there, I can peer through the window and pretend it's actually late April.

Yesterday, I wrote another 1,215 words on "A Mountain Walked." The post brought my comp copy of The Mammoth Book of Steampunk: 30 Extraordinary Tales (Running Press), which reprints "The Steam Dancer (1896)." This marks the third ( Read more... )