A sunny morning. Currently, it's 85˚F, with the heat index at 92˚F ( Read more... )

Sunny and 64˚F.

Yesterday might have been a lost days so far as writing was concerned, but it turned into a mostly decent day by afternoon. I went with Kathryn to run errands, which included the post office on Thayer Street, where my copies of Houses Under the Sea: Mythos Tales were waiting. What a beautiful goddamn book. I'm genuinely proud of it ( Read more... )

Overcast, but at least the trees are green now. Currently, it's 61˚F.

Yesterday, more frustration, as I tried to finish Chapter 4 of The Tindalos Asset, but made precious little progress. A few hundred words and more rewriting. I have to set it aside again and go back to work on "The Eldritch Alphabētos" for Sirenia Digest 148. But even that has ( Read more... )

This is me trying to push the anger away, trying to pretend that I am not, in this moment, blindingly angry with every stupid motherfucker who voted for Trump or who voted third party or who simply refused to vote or who wrote in the name of someone who wasn't even running. Now, add to the long list of things we wouldn't be suffering under Clinton ( Read more... )

Another dreary day. Currently, it's 58˚F and cloudy. I slept too late again, after not getting to bed until just before 4 a.m., so this needs to be short, here on the day after the day after Christmas. We've begun the last dance for the year, 2015's sorry totentanz.It's been almost a week since I left the house ( Read more... )

Cloudy.

I have a bold plan. Currently, there are eleven bookcases in my office. They contain fuck only knows how many books. Long ago I realized that I'll likely never even open half of those books again, much less read them. They're simply sitting there, taking up space that I need to make this room more functional. They're not books I still have ( Read more... )

The sky out there could crush you. Fuck you, Autumn.

Someone asked a couple of days (or more) if I listen to the National. I do. I discovered them shortly after finishing The Drowning Girl back in 2011. In fact, I wanted to include a quote from their song "Anyone's Ghost" as an epigraph, and the band was cool with it, but the record company wanted ( Read more... )

The sun and light filtered through leaves just outside my office window. Air that smells like summer. Clouds in the distance, visible between rooftops. Within arm's reach, but feeling a million miles away. Actual reality, AR. Most days, it seems less than actual.

It's better to try something difficult and flop than to play it safe all the time. ~ ( Read more... )