Partly sunny and 70˚F.

And the day is already lost. I've been awake since before 8 a.m.

Yesterday, I wrote 1,031 words on "The Eldritch Alphabētos," finishing "I is for Ib" and "J is for John Raymond Legrasse." And I packed.

Last night, we watched Vincente Minnelli's Father's Little Dividend (1951), the sequel to Father of the Bride (1950 ( Read more... )

Cold and sunny. At the moment, 27˚F, windchill at 13˚F.

I didn't work yesterday, unless answering email counts. I likely won't write today, though I have a call from my agent coming at 4 p.m. It's an important call. Spooky and I need to go out to the market before then.

I need to finish proofreading Mythos Tales, and I have to think of something ( Read more... )

It's going to be hot in here today. Currently, it's sunny and 85˚F outside. In the middle parlour, it's already 81˚F. We should probably head for the library or somewhere else that's cool, but work may make that impossible ( Read more... )

Yesterday's LJ entry apparently was among yesterday's 25 most popular. LJ told me so. How weird is that?

Outside, it's March. Only 71˚F and cloudy and 81% humidity. Shit weather. And how come no one told me there were new Bloom County strips? Bad humans.

Yesterday was a good writing day. I did 1,287 words and finished the second section of Agents ( Read more... )

It's 75˚F and partly cloudy here in Providence. Whee.

Today, the pain is at a merciful 2 (NRS-11).

So, yesterday was all about going to the mall and finding new jeans, some new shirts, a new pair of grey Converse that are identical to my old pair of grey Converse. It wasn't as bad as it might have been. I rewarded myself with a copy of the ( Read more... )

A rainy grey day here in Providence. There will be no seeing the sun today. It's 65˚F, at the moment ( Read more... )

The warm air is coming back. We got low eighties yesterday, and currently it's 84˚F, and supposedly it feels like 91˚F out there. I'm going to guess the humidity must be very high ( Read more... )

1. I wake up from a dream of Loch Ness and the invention of new landscaping equipment and go to the chair in front of the iMac. I do this every morning. Every morning. Only the dreams change. And sometimes I try to remember what life was like before 1994, when the internet invaded my life. To be fair, yes, I did invite it in. This is the way of ( Read more... )

Here in Providence it's a sunny summer day, mid eighties Fahrenheit, the heat index in the mid nineties. There are just enough clouds the sky is kindly, and we'd be heading south to the shore were it not for my being so far behind on work and were it not for the tourists ( Read more... )

Yesterday, I wrote 1,179 words on the final chapter (oh, thank fuck) of Red Delicious. Probably, I'm no more than four days, at most, from The End. But, I have to stop today and make all the line edits to the ms. for the Centipede Press edition of The Drowning Girl: A Memoir. It occurs to me, just now, that I need to make sure that this is the ( Read more... )