It's a beautiful day out there. Currently, the temperature in Providence is 77˚F, and our high today should be 84˚F. Sunny. But I spent almost every beautiful day - and there aren't that many in New England - sitting in this chair at this desk staring at this screen. Because the writing has to be done. Will I go outside today? Unlikely, unless it's ( Read more... )

Here in Providence it's mostly cloudy and 64˚F.

And the trees are getting green.

But the insomnia always wins in the end.

When Neil Clarke was planning his anthology Upgraded (Wyrm Publishing; September 23, 2014), he invited me to contribute, because, Neil said, he wanted to see what I'd do with AI. And though my schedule didn't permit me to ( Read more... )

I'm tired this morning. Not the sort of tiredness that comes of not sleeping. It's a sort of tiredness that comes of looking back over my shoulder. I've actually been sleeping marginally better, with the help of Seroquel (night before last) and pot (night before last and last night). Six hours. Maybe six and a half hours. I need seven or eight. But ( Read more... )