Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves. ~ Carl ( Read more... )

At least the sun's out. Even if it's only 65˚F. Even if the trees are turning. Blegh.

Yesterday was a violent and blustery day of clouds.

Yesterday was spent reading back over and editing what currently exists of Cherry Bomb, eliminating continuity errors between it and Pink Delicious. By the way, if you've an interest in such trivia, Pink ( Read more... )

The headache was gone when I woke yesterday morning, and it has not returned. Yesterday, we made it through Chapter Seven and the epilogue of Pink Delicious, and all I have remaining is to look over the CE's notes on "The Maltese Unicorn" (which appears in the novel; you'll see). I don't dislike the novel nearly as much as I was afraid I would. And ( Read more... )

Here it is already Halloween the first once again. And I think that I shall celebrate by having a Very Good Day, even though I had to take two Ambien last night to jumpstart sleep, and then there were nightmares I cannot quite forget, and I only slept six and a half hours, and am still not truly awake.

Yesterday, I proofed all of Sirenia Digest # ( Read more... )