And that was the last day of summer, and we hardly saw the sun, and I did not go outside.

We finished Season Four of The Americans.

I ate nothing all day but a grilled cheese.

Later,
Aunt Beast


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I think I was only pretending to be a recluse before.

A warm and partly cloudy day. We made it to 89˚F, and it is currently 79˚F. It's good weather.

And I got back to writing. I did 1,073 words on "Untitled Psychiatrist #4." Which, by the way, will appear in Sirenia Digest No. 171 (April). I hope to finish the piece tomorrow. I have a set a sorta ( Read more... )

Another fine early summer day. We reached 88˚F, with a heat index of 91˚F. And then the thunderstorm came, though far less violent than yesterday's. Currently it's 71˚F ( Read more... )

Yeah, actually, not so much stuff today.

Sunny again, and it's currently 42˚F. And this evening, after eight days inside, I went outside.

But I didn't write. I took care of a little email, and I have this list of prospective readers for the audiobook of Two Worlds and In Between that I need to go over, and there was a long, long conversation with ( Read more... )

Sunny again. Currently, it's 40˚F.

Today, I wrote "B is for Bog Mummy." But I did not thereafter proceed to C and D.

I still feel kinda cruddy, but at least I feel better than I did this time last night. No thanks to those three episodes of V Wars, though. Wow, what a dull, tiresome mess. What is it with Canadians making really, really dull TV? ( Read more... )

A cold but sunny day. Currently, it's 42˚F, and we have a frost advisory.

I didn't leave the house today.

I spent about four hours today just compiling the ms. for Comes a Pale Rider, layout and all that, writing the publication notes and what have you. I printed out all 177 pages, 56,614 words of prose. I think it's going to be a nice book. I ( Read more... )

They say it's mostly cloudy out there. As far as I can tell, it's all cloudy. Currently, 66˚F ( Read more... )

Sunny, with only a few clouds. Currently, it's 76˚F. I have not left the house since October 1st. I'm going to try and remedy that today.

Yesterday, I tried to write an introduction for Silk. I made it a page and a half, and then I locked up. And I don't have time for that sort of thing. I'm just no longer interested - and maybe not able - to ( Read more... )

It's raining. I used to love the rain. It's raining, and it's 73˚F. And I have not left the House in a solid week.

Yesterday was spent trying to fish usable text from old MS Word files (fucking computers) and format it into appendices for the Centipede Press edition of Silk. Hours of that. Tedium is queen. Tedium is ruler over all. Where are the ( Read more... )

I sort of fell off this horse, didn't I? I'm not even quite sure why. There were a number of aborted attempts to get out of the House and venture out into Providence, which meant unusual mornings. I could blame those. My last entry was on the 14th. I'm not even sure I can recall much about the time in between. It's a blur of monotony: proofreading ( Read more... )