Clouds most of the day. Ugh. Our high was 84F, with a heat index of 86F.

Work? I spent another couple of hours on the galleys for Bright Dead Star. I hope to finishing with this in the morning. My eyes have gotten so bad that there are times that more than two hours of anything leaves them burning so badly I have to stop for a time. Yeah, I need ( Read more... )

Sunny again. Currently, it's 40˚F.

Today, I wrote "B is for Bog Mummy." But I did not thereafter proceed to C and D.

I still feel kinda cruddy, but at least I feel better than I did this time last night. No thanks to those three episodes of V Wars, though. Wow, what a dull, tiresome mess. What is it with Canadians making really, really dull TV? ( Read more... )

Cloudy here, though they say a wind will come to blow these clouds out to sea. We dare to hope for 72˚F today; it's the best we'll get ( Read more... )

There was a time I hardly thought about the weather. That was decades ago. But, until fairly recently, it was something I did not obsessively report on in this journal. There's talk of a March snowstorm, from the Carolinas to Maine. Currently, it's 46˚F, though it only feels like 41˚F. In Birmingham, it's 65˚F and feels like 67˚F. My brain knows ( Read more... )

For those who have not seen this post, I finished Red Delicious yesterday afternoon. It's done. I've not yet calculated how many days were actually spent writing it. I'll do that later. All that matters is that it is finished The last sentence typed. The first and the last and the always draft. I'm emailing it to my editor as soon as I finish this ( Read more... )

Quite cold in Providence today, and colder tonight. Presently 36˚ Fahrenheit, crawling towards a high of 39˚.

Assembly Day #72 went pretty much as expected: not as tedious as many, but still tedious enough to annoy a person who, like me, can't seem to abide even the smallest jot of tedium. Regardless, Sirenia Digest #72 went out last night, well ( Read more... )

Late, late, late, and I need to be in bed. But I was going to mention my surprise at finding myself disappointed that the oleaginous Malan Breton was given the boot on Project Runway last night. I loathe the man, but this third season is shaping up to be notable only in its almost complete absence of personality. What a painfully dull lot. In that ( Read more... )