A day that began so cloudy and rainy I could no see the street from my window. But then there was sun ( Read more... )

Mostly sunny today. Only 88˚F, with a hat index of 94˚F.

I have got to start sleeping. I was awake this morning at 4:35 a.m. I got up. I worked until Spooky got up at 9 a.m. I began a new vignette, "Loop 33," for Sirenia Digest #200 ( Read more... )

Our high today was 66˚F. It is currently 65˚F and sunny.

A spent a chunk of the day signing the signature pages of the second edition of From Weird and Distant Shores, but I did not get very far. There was a time I could (and did) sign 1,500 sheets in two or three hours. Now it takes two days to do 600 ( have grown to hate signature sheets). Photo ( Read more... )

Today is the official release day of The Tindalos Asset, the third in the series of "Tinfoil Dossier" novellas. This is the one I began way back in June 2017 and never would have finished were Jonathan Strahan a less patient editor. I hope you'll buy it and enjoy it. As a hardcore fan of The X-Files, I am very glad we got the release day we did ( Read more... )

A warm night of cicadas and katydids and frogs and crickets. No rain today. With the heat index, we made it to 95˚F, and it is currently, at 1:13 a.m., 74˚F ( Read more... )

Another good night's sleep, three in a row. It was sunny again early, cloudy again late, but no storms today. Currently, it's 78˚F, and the cicadas are loud in the trees ( Read more... )

J. G. Ballard died yesterday.

I wrote 1,098 words on a new story, which I'm calling "At the Gate of Deeper Slumber." It's the piece I've been trying to get into for about a week and a half now. I think this is going to be an especially Lovecraftian issue of Sirenia Digest.

Bill Schafer at Subterranean Press tells me that the trade paperback of ( Read more... )

Yesterday was a somewhat better day off than was Sunday, thanks primarily to Spooky's insistence that we actually do something. Many ideas were bandied about, but we finally decided to head up to the Phoenix and Dragon on Roswell Road, where we get most of our witchy-type supplies. It's a pretty cool place, if you manage to ignore all the fluffy ( Read more... )

Yesterday, I wrote 885 words on "The Ape's Wife," finally finding THE END. The total word count for the story comes to 8,683 words. But, fortunately, I have a very understanding editor, and he was cool with the extra 683 words. I am not yet entirely certain how I feel about the ending. This story first occurred to me as a 2-3k-word vignette for ( Read more... )

Not having managed to die in my sleep, I screw up my courage and face another goddamn day. A day when I have to buy clothes, something new for the filming on Saturday (the Frank Woodward HPL documentary). I haven't bought new clothes in...almost forever, it seems. It could be years. It surprises people, but I loathe shopping, especially for clothes ( Read more... )