A foggy, rainy day. I think visibility was down to about twenty-five yards for a great portion of the day. In all my years away, I'd forgotten how foggy it gets here in the mountains. But it was warmer. I think we got near 70˚F. Currently, it's 59˚F. The last week, spring has arrived. The trees are showing the first sprays of green, and there are ( Read more... )

I felt very good yesterday, for the most part, but today there are thunderstorms moving across the state, and they seem to be dragging my mood along with them. Often, I would like to believe that my emotions exist somehow beyond neurological biochemistry and a host of external stimuli, that my mental illnesses have a greater "meaning" than these ( Read more... )

I've actually been sitting here over an hour, allowing myself to be distracted from writing an LJ entry. Is this what semi-vacation means? Or is it because I got an email this morning in which Sadie Damascus (aka Sarah Hyman Dewitt, née Sarah Jackson) dubbed me a "sultry mysterious hayseed with a powerful laugh." I can live with that. Maybe it was ( Read more... )

Kathryn and I are actually a bit worse today than yesterday. We have begun to suspect this is most likely a mild strain of one or another flu. I've had to cancel the reading at KGB tomorrow night. Which is just one part of the chaos this bug is sewing. I could ill afford to lose three days, so packed is April and May with deadlines. My apologies to ( Read more... )

Today is the day. Which feels quite a bit weirder than the day on which my last few prose books were released. Which is to say, Alabaster: Wolves #1 is now on the shelves of fine comics shops everywhere and available via Dark Horse Digital. And wow. Like I said, weird. But I won't belabor it. The weird. Belabor the weird, I mean. I only ask that ( Read more... )