I am on the ragged, tattered end of my last nerve. So, naturally tonight I had a tooth blow apart ( Read more... )

Sunny and cold. Currently 44˚F, the windchill at 39˚F ( Read more... )

Whatever this entry was going to be, well, we'll never know. I overslept, and then there was unexpected chaos, and then two days worth of backed-up email. I feel like I don't have time for much of anything. A quick weather report? Yeah, I can manage that. When I awoke, it was 39˚F with a windchill 28˚F. On April 9th. Since then, the temperature has ( Read more... )

We're back in this cold, overcrowded, dilapidated, crime-ridden cesspool known as Providence, Rhode Island. The trip went uneventfully enough. Rain, rain, rain, and rain. Which isn't unpleasant in Woodstock, but in Providence turns a turd into a wet turd. More of this weather tomorrow, and then we might see a few days of sun. Currently, 39˚F, ( Read more... )

Cloudy. It seems it's almost always cloudy here. I'm about 141 miles from home, were I a thing with wings. Being only a thing with an automobile, I'm more like 196 miles from home. I'm far from home, sitting in the lee of a magnificent mountain, in a lovely forest, and all I can do is sit here and type. It's a loathsome affair, what my life has ( Read more... )

Gotta make this brief, because the current bout of insomnia reached a fever pitch last night, and I'm running late. Sunny and cold outside, but warmer than yesterday. Above freezing, I think.

I almost made a long post yesterday about how much trouble I'm having finishing Alabaster: The Good, the Bad, and the Bird. But I didn't, and I finally found ( Read more... )

I am pretty much sick as a dog right now, thank you very goddamn much Mister Quetiapine, alias Monsieur Seroquel. That is to say, I am making another attempt to get off this shit. I slept maybe, maybe four hours last night. And now I'm enjoying the marvels of four nights of shitty sleep, plus the side effects of discontinuation. And trying to work ( Read more... )

This bit from a piece on the upcoming WFC (at the online half of Weird Fiction Review) was rather nice to see: "Beloved weird author Caitlín R. Kiernan was nominated for The Ape’s Wife and Other Stories - a fantastic collection that validates Kiernan’s role as one of weird fiction’s most talented living writers." Every now and again I need a little ( Read more... )

Selwyn had to go to the vet for an eye infection. I waited in the freezing van, listening to Neko Case and shivering while heavy sleet pelted the windshield. Yeah, on March 31st. I may well be leaving Providence in the next few days, possibly for a couple of weeks. Spooky's looking at train fares. I've got too much work to do, and I'm strung out, ( Read more... )

All the world is slush. We're supposed to have temperatures in the low 50s˚F for a couple of days, but I seriously doubt they'll make much of a dent in this shit. Then, next week, the snow is set to return. Currently, it's 45˚F, but feels like 51˚F ( Read more... )