I woke to snow. Not much of it, and it's mostly melted away. But it's the insult to the very idea of April that counts here. Though, I've learned that Yankees, on occasion, do take their April with ice. Currently, it's 38˚F, but feels like 28˚F. Yes, this is spring.

I began a piece yesterday, based on the Vince Locke illustration that I posted ( Read more... )

I was actually in bed by midnight thirty last night (CaST). I think Spooky almost had a heart attack, seeing me in bed so early. I was asleep by one, though she sat up reading (Francesca Lia Block) until 2:30 or so. Almost 8.5 hours sleep I got. Not miraculous, but badly needed.

Yesterday I wrote precisely 1,000 words. I should have done far ( Read more... )