Slight cooler today, but I'm not bothering to switch icons. Tomorrow will not be so mild. If you can call today mild. Our high 91F, with a heat index of 99F. The humidity is murder. But this is my world, my woods, my mountains, my heat.

I still have not found the book I will be reading after We Have Always Lived in the Castle. Of course, this does ( Read more... )

Overcast after a very rainy night. No sign of sun today. Our high was 50F ( Read more... )

A very, very long day.

It was sunny, at least, if a little chilly. Our high was only 68˚F.

In the morning, I finished reading Michael Punke's The Revenant: A Novel of Revenge. I worked a little on Mosasaur Paper 1 (Mosasaur Paper 2 is currently shelved, because there are priorities). I had to email Bill Schafer at Subterranean Press and another ( Read more... )

Sunny today. It's currently 63˚F. I have the office window open ( Read more... )

As with the several days preceding it, there was a lot wrong with yesterday. So, I'm not going to write about any of that Shit What Was Wrong. Fuck it all to Hell (where it can, please, say hello to Margaret Thatcher). I do not advocate "looking on the bright side." It's an idiotic way to go through life. However, I'm giving myself a small break ( Read more... )

Comments, they do a body good.

Here in Providence, our weirdly "warm" winter (well, pre-winter, late autumn) continues. Presently 46˚F. Miserable, but hardly cold by Providence standards. Bright and sunny. Leafless trees.

On Wednesday, I wrote 1,464 words on Black Helicopters. Yesterday, 1,869 words. There is some possibility that I may finish ( Read more... )

I think I'm very probably that deluded prostitute who tells everyone that she's actually an actress.