Sunny today. Our high was 73F. Nearing dusk, my office window is open ( Read more... )

And then there was today. God, I can be stupid. The alarm on my iPhone woke me at - it said, and I believed it - 4:30 a.m. In point of fact, the world went back to Daylight Saving Time last night, which I live on all year. But the effect was I got an hour earlier than intended, meaning I slept a good bit less than four hours. By the time I was ( Read more... )

It was sunny today, and the high was 69F. The trees are getting fuzzy with a spring spray of green ( Read more... )

Some sun this morning, but the day has grown cloudier and cloudier. Our high was 72˚F ( Read more... )

Or when I have failed this world ( Read more... )

The high today was 86˚F, with a heat index of 92˚F.

And a spent an enormous amount of time on a story called "Our Lady of Arsia Mons," trying to make it fit for Bradbury Weather, tweaking this sentence and revising that sentence. But it was a futile waste. This is a story I wrote in September 2012, when I was on a very, very high dose of ( Read more... )

Yesterday, I emailed the editor for whom I was trying to write "Beyond the Laughing Sky," and I bowed out of the book. The deadline was fast approaching, and I explained that, realistically, given this dry spell, this bout of writer's block, this What-The-Fuck-Ever, it was unrealistic of me to think I could actually complete that story now. I think ( Read more... )

I'm writing this from the downtown branch of the Providence Public Library where I'm going to try and work today, seeing as how it's been almost a week since I've been able to work at home, thanks to the heat. I cannot afford to continue losing days, especially considering I was at least two months behind when this fiasco began. But I have no idea ( Read more... )

Currently, here in Woodstock it's 28˚F, but feels like 18˚F. The sun is warm through the windows. A lot of snow melted yesterday, despite the clouds. I can only hope we see more melt today, despite the intense cold. We had more wind last night, but the power stayed on. If I had Spooky drive me to Rhinecliff, I could board the train to Manhattan, ( Read more... )

I just wrote an entry and...somehow...I erased it. So...really, I should give up and go to bed. It was eloquent. It was well composed. This will be shit. Unless I just go to bed, in which case, it will be nothing. Fuck you, LJ. Fuck you, computer. Why the text didn't autosave, I have no idea. It's autosaving now ( Read more... )