I truly do not think I have it in me today to be bothered with this thing...

Different day, same as the day before. Rain, clouds, chilly, lost day, wasted morning, cats, afternoon documentaries, worry, anxiety, chicken for dinner, Vikings: Valhalla is good, blah, blah, blah, fuckity blah whatever ( Read more... )

A little bit of cloud cover today, a small chance of thunderstorms this evening. But the heat continues. Currently, it's 91˚F, with the heat index at 100˚F. Our high was 92˚F, and our max heat index was 105˚F ( Read more... )

Not a wretched day. Not a good day. I forgot to go outside. But it was warm and mostly sunny. We reached 86˚F, and it's still 76˚F. My window's open. I hope there are a lot of cicadas this year.

Today is Selwyn's eighth birthday.

Being away from McWane is truly wearing on me, maybe worse than any of the rest of this mess. I need to be doing prep ( Read more... )

It was sunny and warmer today. We made it to 72˚F, and it's still 55˚F.

And...I'm gonna say that talking to Bill Schafer at Subterranean Press today, planning an upcoming book (TBA) counts as work, and we'll just leave it at that. And I read Angela Carter's "Puss-in-Boots," which is not one of my favorite Angela Carter stories, in part because I ( Read more... )

The sun came back this morning. There were still clouds and fog when I got up at 7 a.m., but at 9:08 a.m. the sun broke through. Currently, it's 42˚F, with the windchill at 35˚F ( Read more... )

Today, I wrote another 1,106 words on "Iodine and Iron."

And I went with Spooky to take more boxes to the second storage unit.

After Super Dark Times last night, we watched André Øvredal's The Autopsy of Jane Doe (2016), which wasn't the worst film I've seen this month, and I mostly enjoyed it, but Jesus, the plot is a monument to nonsense. It's ( Read more... )

That's right. One hundred days now since I hit entry no. 5,000. Well, actually, no. Ninety-nine days, because one day I made two posts, back on August 15th. Anyway, here on the second day of September, it's currently 65˚F and mostly sunny. Our low last night was 47˚F.

Yesterday, I probably finished my piece for Mine!. It's a four-page Dancy ( Read more... )

A sunny day, Halloween the Sixth. Currently, it's 62˚F ( Read more... )

Any action, repeated enough times, becomes robbed of its vitality. Setting down the first line of an entry in this journal, for example. Noting the weather, for example. But I will, because I don't know how else to begin. It's not like the days are especially distinguishable, one from the next. Not here. I can go a week without leaving the house ( Read more... )

I'd hoped to quickly write two pieces, one for Sirenia Digest #114 and another for #115. And it started well. In only four days I wrote "Dry Bones." And then...nothing. No second idea. I begin to think I'm reaching a point where I have simply told too many stories. The well isn't bottomless. People think it is, and they want me to think that it is ( Read more... )