And here, the last day of this foul year. It's appropriately overcast here in Providence, 32˚F, windchill at 25˚F. It should be overcast the world over, mourning 2016 and the fear of 2017. This year, the ball drops on an entirely different variety of uncertainty ( Read more... )

It's sunnyish out there, blue between white clouds. Wind came sweeping in last night, and the house is still, being buffeted. It's cold, only 50˚F. I miss those balmy early March days we had there for a bit, when it looked as if spring were coming very early ( Read more... )

Cold as fuck here. Currently, 29˚F, with the windchill at 21˚F. Not a cloud in the sky to calm the hideous blueness.

Yesterday, I finished the manuscript for Cambrian Tales: Juvenilia, just a little after 4 p.m., and then I sent it off to Subterranean Press. I don't yet have a release date. I'll post it when I know. I'm really very glad to have ( Read more... )

Hellishly cold here. Currently, it's sunny and 23˚F, with a windchill of 6˚F. The wind spent the night trying to pull the house down, and today it's still at it.

I wasn't able to finish the story notes for Cambrian Tales yesterday. I still have four to do, so I'll finish today. I was sidetracked yesterday, trying to recall the date of a forest ( Read more... )

We got snow last night, maybe an inch. Just enough to make the world white. Last night it had the beauty that snow at night has, softening the knife's edge of winter, grinding down the rusty blade. But today it's nothing but a reminder of the season's bitterness. The sun is blinding off a billion ice crystals. Currently, 26˚F, with the windchill at ( Read more... )

Currently, it's 36˚F, with a windchill of 31˚F, overcast, and there's a forecast of snow for tonight and tomorrow morning. At least winter started late this year.

This thing with Cambrian Tales: Juvenilia, it's really messing with my head. I hope to be done with the ms. by tonight, because I need to be here and now, not revisiting high school and ( Read more... )

A grey and rainy day here. A dismal day. Warmer, at 40˚F (windchill at 26˚F), so there's that. But I didn't want to get out of bed, and now I just want to go back. I never used to be like that. Well, only rarely.

Yesterday was spent putting together the manuscript (ms.) for Cambrian Tales. It's going to come to about 30k words, when all is said ( Read more... )

The sun's still with us today, and it's a little warmer, currently 36˚F, with a windchill of 32˚F. First time we've been above freezing since, I think, Tuesday.

Yesterday, quite by accident, I came across Liz Downey's obituary, someone who once was a friend of mine, and who was, for a time, very important to me. She died in November of 2012, and I ( Read more... )

A snowstorm blew out of nowhere last night, but nothing much came out of it. There's a frosting on the ground and rooftops, not much more. Currently, it's 29˚F, with the windchill at 14˚F.

Yesterday, I finally finished "Eurydice Eduction." Today, I have to write a prolegomenon and put together Sirenia Digest #119, which I hope will go out to ( Read more... )

It's been twenty-two days since my last LJ entry. It's not like I'd intended to put the journal on hiatus. I skipped a day, and then I skipped another day, and every time I had a good reason. The good reasons were mostly, "I didn't write anything yesterday," and it's too fucking embarrassing to keep saying, "I didn't write anything yesterday." Oh, ( Read more... )