The weather is turning dangerously hot again. Our high today, so far, was 96.1F, with a heat index of 97F ( Read more... )

Rain today. Rain all damn day. Our high was only 74˚F, which is chilly for my birthday, when my birthday occurs in Birmingham ( Read more... )

It was a very fine birthday ( Read more... )

My heart gets around ( Read more... )

Hot today, but not intolerably so. The high was, I believe, only about 92˚F, with low humidity. Currently, it's 82˚F ( Read more... )

It's cold and sunny here. Most of the snow is still on the ground, so I'm trying not to look out the windows. Currently, it's 27˚F, but the windchill is 19˚F. In Birmingham, it's 55˚F ( Read more... )

On Saturday, Ireland granted gay couples the right to marry. On Sunday, Tanith Lee died.

This little box of light brings me the world.

And here it is, Number Fifty-One.

Yesterday, I wrote a measly 425 words on "Le Meneur des loups." These half-assed days have to stop.

Please have a look at the current eBay auctions. Thanks ( Read more... )

In the new Weird Fiction Review (No. 5, Fall 2014, Centipede Press), there's an article by James Goho, "Caitlín R. Kiernan and the Folklore of Awe." It is, I am told by S.T. Joshi, the beginning of a veritable tsunami of forthcoming scholarly examinations of my work. And, truthfully, I'm not sure how I feel about this. No, that's not true. How I ( Read more... )

We've already sold half of Spooky's Alabaster: Pale Horse pendants, and my thanks to everyone who bought one yesterday. Only three remain. Originally, the money was to go towards getting me a new iPod to replace dear, departed Inara. However, now the proceeds from the pendants can go to other expenses, as the postman brought me a new iPod yesterday ( Read more... )

Well, yesterday was a shit day.

Work? I came up with a title, a title that's doing double duty for the third chapter of Cherry Bomb and for a new vignette. And I sent two emails. That was work yesterday ( Read more... )