Well, truthfully, this year's Jethro Tull Season began at 1:15 p.m. on Saturday, but everyone knows I'm a big fat liar. So, there you go. Screw St. Nick and shopping malls and all those damn dead turkeys! Break out the heavy horses and the locomotives and the dirty old homeless men with pneumonia! Yes, this is how Caitlín copes with winter. Jethro ( Read more... )

I think, while I slept, very small pixies came and glued my eyelids shut. That's the most parsimonious, rational explanation I can come up with at the moment ( Read more... )

Very, very not awake this morning, and stricken with dreamsickness. It's become an issue again. I wonder if Sarah Crowe is to blame. Of course, if she is, that means I'm to blame ( Read more... )

Trying to get back into The Red Tree, I spent yesterday reading (and proofreading) Chapter Three. There's no escaping the fact (and I say this again) that this novel needs several more months. Be that as it may, I have this month to finish it. And that's all the time I have to find THE END of The Red Tree. Yesterday, mostly, I was looking for loose ( Read more... )

Yesterday was an odd sort of day. We proofed "Highway 97." I e-mailed the corrections to subpress. Then we proofed pt. two of "The Black Alphabet." So, there I was done with work for the day. That is, done with the work that should have been done on Monday. And it was only 3 p.m. or so. I thought about beginning a vignette for Sirenia Digest #7, ( Read more... )