Quite a warm day for the week before Christmas. Sunny, until very late, and our high was 73.9F. But that all changes tomorrow.

The day was spent looking for something I can write for Sirenia Digest 224. That included reading through parts of The Ammonite Violin & Others and Confessions of a Five-Chambered Heart. It's an odd (and I suppose terribly ( Read more... )

Mostly sunny today. Our high was 52˚F.

I did a little more on the thing that wants to be a story, but not enough to even bother with a word count.

The day's Robert Aickman was "Growing Boys." The afternoon's movie was Christopher Nolan's Inception (2010).

Last night we watched a couple of episodes of the second season of Your Honor, then went ( Read more... )

Another terrible night last night. So, I'm scattered, and massively under slept.

It was sunny today. Our high was 83˚F, with a heat index of 85˚F.

I tried this morning to start a story, but I got nowhere. I worked on Winifred a tiny bit.

This afternoon, two documentaries. First was Dave O'Leske's Dirtbag (2017), a look at the life of ( Read more... )

Mostly cloudy again today, but no rain. Currently it's 87˚F, with a heat index of 93˚F. And that's also our high for the day ( Read more... )

The misery of March continues, though we did have a brief bit of sun this morning. I slept an almost unheard of eight straight hours, then woke to unexpected, unforecast sunlight. But it was gone by 9:30 a.m., and the moldy blue-grey blanket of clouds smothered the world again. Currently, it's 40˚F, but the windchill is at 32˚F. I haven't left the ( Read more... )

A few minutes after I got up this morning, I posted the following to Facebook: Welcome to spring in New England. Currently, it's 18˚F out there, with the windchill at -5. Mom, you may have a house guest very soon, South Trumpland or no South Trumpland. Since then, the temperature has risen to a balmy 29˚F, with the windchill at 20˚F, humidity at 21 ( Read more... )

Bitter cold, with clouds moving in, clouds and possibly heavy snow. Currently, it's 25˚F, with a windchill of 13˚F. I'm sipping a Red Bull, though any reasonable person would be having coffee. But coffee fucks up my stomach.

I have an idea for a new Dancy story, and that's what I'm going to try to begin today, for Sirenia Digest #131. Yesterday, I ( Read more... )

The Klonopin is helping me sleep, and by pushing away the anxiety it's also helping me write. But I'm really never very awake. Never mind all the daylight outside, or that hungry blue sky, only enormous force of will has me awake. Currently, it's 78˚F, but the heat index is at 80˚F; the humidity is at 58 ( Read more... )

The sun is back, but the temperatures should stay coolish. The high today is only predicted to go to 84˚F.

And today is the twenty-first anniversary of Elizabeth's death.

I have to write.

There's a very nice write up on Two Worlds and In Between and Beneath an Oil-Dark Sea in the latest Strange Horizons (18 July 2016), written by Roz Kaveney, ( Read more... )

I'm almost unaccountably homesick today, as I was yesterday. It leaves me disoriented and anxious. But at least the cold is gone, for the moment. Currently, it's 78˚F and cloudy.

Yesterday, I finished the rough layout of the ms. for Houses Under the Sea: Mythos Tales and then printed all 506 pages. This is not, however, the complete manuscript. I ( Read more... )