Another gross weather her day, as the "coldpocalypse" barrels towards us. Our high was 49˚F. We have a windchill warning for tomorrow night, a hard-freeze warning for tomorrow night into Christmas Day, and we have Wind Chill Advisory Friday and Saturday. But we are told that as soon as this cold front passes through, our temperatures will return to ( Read more... )

Sunny today, and very much needed the sun. Our high was 53˚F, and it is now 51˚F.

Work on the story today, but this one is fighting back. It still has no title. I'm going to get up at 7 a.m. tomorrow and try to make some serious progress while Spooky's still asleep.

Subterranean is now shipping Vile Affections/Cambrian Tales, so, if you ( Read more... )

Happy Cephalopodmas.

The sun came back today. We made it up into the high fifties. Currently, it's 46˚F.

Unfortunately, we spent a two and half hour chunk of the sunny day in a dark theater, suffering through Aquaman. To be fair, I knew that this film would, more than likely, stink. So, I cannot really complain too much about the wretched thing. ( Read more... )

Cold and overcast. There should be a little snow today. Currently, it's 29˚F, with the windchill at 22˚F ( Read more... )

Sunny and cold. Currently, it's only 40˚F, with the windchill at 34˚F. In Birmingham, it's 55˚F ( Read more... )

Overcast and cold today. Currently, it's 35˚F. But today will be longer than yesterday, and that matters.

Yesterday, I did 1,300 words on "The Sick Rose, Redux."

Publisher's Weekly has given Agents of Dreamland a pretty good review:

This chilling supernatural noir novella from celebrated dark fantasy writer Kiernan threads together a story ( Read more... )

I've upped my Klonopin dose, and I'm sleeping again, which is an enormous relief. It makes mornings less a thing of terror and anxiety. Even when the sky is that shade of hungry blue and it's only 35˚F, with the windchill at 29˚F ( Read more... )

Please comment, kittens. I just spent almost three hours on this bloody entry.

"Deny your pettiest of foes the satisfaction of defeat, or even of recognition, by consigning them to oblivion." - Old Sith Proverb (even though I just now made it up). Then again, as Brown Bird reminds us: "We file down our fangs on the bones of our foes." It's a ( Read more... )

The thing about those bow-tie HPLHS Solstice CDs is you gotta be in the same room with them, hearing the lyrics, or they just start sounding like the putrescent Xmas Muzak we must suffer if we are to have groceries. We went out to the market last night, and there was actually Shirley Fucking Temple! No, really. I swore that next November we're ( Read more... )

Yesterday was a lot like today, if you only kept your eyes on the sky. Grey ( Read more... )