An ugly, chilly, rainy day. Our high was only 56˚F, and much cooler air is finally on the way.

This morning I went with Spooky to Target. It was my first trip to any store of any sort since sometime in June 2020. It was overwhelming and horrible. And, you know, the horrid gaudiness of Big Box Xmas, on top of everything. I was entirely overwhelmed ( Read more... )

I did not actually consciously decide to put the journal on hiatus. It just happened. I could not image to continue recording that "Today I did nor write" over and over and over.

Oh, I did not write today. (rim shot, laugh track ( Read more... )

Someday, I'm going to gather up all my Howard Hughes titles ( Read more... )

I'd seriously hoped my winter rage would not visit this year. But it was waiting for me when I woke yesterday morning, like a baseball bat to my face. Fear, dread, depression, and a white rage, like staring unblinking into 300-watt halogen bulbs. I rode in on the snow. I should have left in October, but I was an idiot and decided to tough out one ( Read more... )

Well, first things first. I will not be appearing at this year's San Diego ComicCon. My health and nerves simply aren't up to the travel and the crowds, and I can't risk catching something that I'll have to spend a month recuperating from. There's too much work to take that chance. I made the decision yesterday and informed my the con, my editors, ( Read more... )

Sirenia Digest #83 went out to subscribers last night. Again, my apologies for the lateness.

The sky, all the sky, is the same oyster grey. The grey of a raw oyster. Winter weather is creeping towards us, though nothing spectacular. Just the miserable, nasty stuff. Only 38˚F at the moment.

Yesterday, I wrote 2,242 words on Fay Grimmer. This novel ( Read more... )

Oh my fucking dog, I am sick of the motherfucking weather in motherfucking Rhode Island. Were you in the northeast yesterday, and did you get rained upon? Probably. But we were threatened all day with thunderstorms of near apocalyptic proportions and received nary a drop of rain. Not one. Oh, I watched doppler as the great swatch of green raced ( Read more... )