A sunny, warm day today. I had the windows open most of the afternoon. Currently, it's 50˚F ( Read more... )

How can the sun be sinking already? I feel as if I only just awoke in the dark morning as the train barreled into Rhode Island, as though it were only just a few hours ago I watched as the sun rose over frosty South County fields. Ah, right. It's that time of year, and even living perpetually on DST can only help so much. It was a beautiful sight, ( Read more... )

Well, fuck. It's almost 2 p.m. (CaST), and somehow the day is slipping past on filthy little cat feet - fuck you, Carl Sandburg, you sentimental twatwaffle. Okay. Definitely didn't mean to begin this entry that way. But, as Longbaugh reminds me, "I think a plan is just a list of things that don't happen ( Read more... )

Very, very cold here in Providence (25F, feels like 14F) with an overcast sky.

Yesterday, I wrote 1,858 words on Chapter Three (3) of The Drowning Girl. As it stands, I'm 20,970 words into the manuscript, which means I'm probably somewhere between one third and one quarter of my way to THE END, if upon this book's completion it's going to look ( Read more... )

All my best lives are lived in dreams ( Read more... )

First things first. Gimp sucks gangrenous donkey ass. Really, I spent half of yesterday fighting with it, trying to finish up the layout on Sirenia Digest #58. Not a speck of intuitive design anywhere in the goddamn programme. Not a whit. I so miss Photoshop 7 (which, you will recall, was rendered useless when I updated to OS X 10.6.3 ( Read more... )