Sunny today. A high of 66F.

This morning I wrote 1,470 words. All goes as planned, I can tell you what I'm working on in tomorrow's entry (I hate secrets).

This afternoon's movie was Ridley Scott's The Martian (2015), which certainly isn't Scott's best film, but it is light years better than the novel ( Read more... )

I think we almost went to 80˚F today. So, in true Alabama spring form, tomorrow's forecast high is only 57˚F. After thunderstorms tonight.

At best, I slept only three hours last night. I still managed to write about 500 words today, but...it may all have been crap. So, yes, Sirenia Digest will be a few days late this month. It couldn't be helped, ( Read more... )

Overcast and chilly this morning. Again. Currently, it's only 54˚F. We've slipped back into March, with no real relief in sight. But at least it's green outside.

Yesterday was every sort of frustrating. I went back over sections of The Tindalos Asset with Spooky, and we talked plot, and I did some editing to what I wrote the day before. But not ( Read more... )

Melting all day yesterday, but there's still so much snow. So much slush, ankle deep in the street. And the street is coming apart, thank you freeze-thaw cycle. Driving around here is becoming more perilous than usual, as the potholes are opening up, and you can't see them for the black water filling them up. I kept my window open for most of ( Read more... )

Yesterday, I wrote 1,296 words on Chapter Five of Blood Oranges, which puts the word bank at 801 words. Today, with luck and determination, I'll find the chapter's end. But there need to be many fewer distractions today than there were yesterday.

The weather today is warm and damp, with more rain on the way.

readingthedark arrived early in the evening, and the ( Read more... )

Better late than never. Well, that's always been a dubious adage, but whatever.

I begin to see a trend. When I was writing The Red Tree I became, in some sense, Sarah Crowe. When I was writing The Drowning Girl, I became India Morgan Phelps. And now that I'm writing Blood Oranges, I find myself becoming Siobahn Quinn. No, this didn't used to ( Read more... )

And here it is, the first day of Spring, the Vernal Equinox, Ostara. And I greet it with great relief, that another winter has come and gone.

There was very little to yesterday, except the continued reading and correcting and editing and rewriting of Silk. Many commas and hyphens were added, a few compounderations were hewn asunder. Some atrocious ( Read more... )