You know what? I'm really fucking sick to death of trying to impress people - editors, reviewers, readers, et al. I've been trying since 1992 to impress people, most of whom I do not even know and never will know. And I'm done with it. It's been twenty-five years, and if I haven't managed it yet, it's never going to happen. Whatever this next novel ( Read more... )

Cloudy, rainy, chilly, ugly here in Providence. Summer is dead.

From the realm of the unexpected and vaguely surreal, my editor sent me a blurb yesterday for Blood Oranges. The blurb is from Amber Benson. Yes, the actress who played Tara on Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Anyway, here's the blurb: In the conjuring of Blood Oranges, Caitlin R. Kiernan ( Read more... )

After the true misery of post-insomnia bleariness that was yesterday, last night I managed the impossible - I slept about eight and a half hours. Which means I'm very, very impossibly fucking behind today, but...at least I'm not exhausted, and at least there's a better chance that I'll be functional in the days to come. This meat sack can take only ( Read more... )