Overcast, 68˚F, humid.

I might have slept three and a half hours.

People keep asking whether or not M is for Mars began life as The Dinosaurs of Mars, back in June 2007. So, since you've asked, the short answer is "yes," though nothing much of what The Dinosaurs of Mars was to have been is to be found in M is for Mars. I made a finished novella ( Read more... )

Yesterday, without warning and in defiance of Accuweather, cold spring skipped actual spring and became summer. Yesterday's high, which was supposed to be 79˚F, was 86˚F. And it looks as if the same thing might happen today. At 12:08 p.m. it's 83˚F (with a heat index of 86˚F ( Read more... )

A stormy morning here in Providence. I was awakened by thunder. Down in Narragansett, there was some considerable flooding, I've heard.

Not much in the way of work. I needed a day, I think, to fully comes to terms with the fact of my decision to bow out of The Dinosaurs of Mars. Of course, a day likely was not enough time, but it's all I could ( Read more... )

A rainy night last night, a cloudy day today.

Yesterday I sat down and began work on what I'd hoped would be the first section of The Dinosaurs of Mars, "Black Noise (Boston, 1/5/2037)." But after about five hundred or so words, I realized that I was only writing a different version of the opening scene of "Galápagos." And, in truth, much of the ( Read more... )

The Lamictal finally started taking affect about two weeks ago, and my moods stabilized. Until yesterday, and now depression has found me again. It's not the unmedicated, violent darkness, but it has sharp little claws, all these same ( Read more... )

Well, first things first. I will not be appearing at this year's San Diego ComicCon. My health and nerves simply aren't up to the travel and the crowds, and I can't risk catching something that I'll have to spend a month recuperating from. There's too much work to take that chance. I made the decision yesterday and informed my the con, my editors, ( Read more... )

Comments welcome.

And it is currently 68˚F in Providence. I long for warm and stable and predictable weather, hazy skies, sultry nights, a true summer. Fuck green autumn; this will be my third consecutive year without a summer.

Yesterday began, before was awake, with a FedEx package from China bearing galleys of the Centipede Press edition of The ( Read more... )

Lá Fhéile Pádraig Sona Daoibh! Éire go Brách ( Read more... )

I realized just before breakfast I have not truly left the house in a week. So, today I'm setting aside all the work, and fuck the deadlines. Shit will get written when shit gets written. Or not. Whichever ( Read more... )

I seem determined to fall behind today, to screw up this thing I laughingly call a schedule. Lately, distraction is coming far too easily. My mind is so willing to go anywhere at half an instant's notice. The shriveled crusts of leaves outside my office window, for example. Here in Providence it's 43˚F and sunny.

Yesterday, I wrote 1,045 words on ( Read more... )