This morning, I woke from the sort of dream that's a nightmare, even though you get one of your fondest fucking dreams. Waking up makes of it a nightmare. And that's how the day began for me, right about 7 a.m. I might have slept five hours, despite the pills I take to help me sleep. I got up and pissed and immediately took the photo for this entry ( Read more... )

A cloudy day has become a rainy night. Currently, it's 50˚F.

I woke to the headache, but it's better this evening.

Today, I sent a bunch of stories over to Bill Schafer at Subterranean Press, and Spooky and I hauled to big boxes of signature sheets to the P.O. - one set for Centipede Press' forthcoming edition of The Haunting of Hill House and ( Read more... )

Wind, in time, rapes the flower trembling on the vine. ~ Sarah McLachlan

Comments, please. It's going to be a long day.**

I slept too much last night. Possibly almost eight hours, but I'm not certain. It culminated in a long dream about working with Dame Darcy on a song based on "7/7/7." We were working out of ramshackle shotgun shacks in the ( Read more... )

Any email that begins "Dear Beloved Friend" (or that has those words in its subject line) is either from a funeral parlor, evangelical Xtians, or an East-African money laundering scam ( Read more... )

Only five hours sleep last night and the night before, and I'm feeling it. Add to that the fact that winter ended just last week and we've now fast forwarded to July, so my office is sweltering, and I presently feel just a little bit crappy. And sweaty. And sleepy.

Yesterday, I wrote 1,697 words, beginning and completing the second piece for ( Read more... )