Overcast this morning, then sunny. Chilly, but not so bad. Our high was 55F.

The morning was spent at the doctor, and it went well, but left me exhausted. I spent the day reading and resting and contacting people and making plans for getting back to work tomorrow. I will (hopefully) have the dentist sometime this week, so that could interrupt ( Read more... )

Mostly sunny here and 46˚F, with the windchill at 42˚F. I want to be somewhere windchill is almost never an issue.

No writing yesterday. I spent the day trying to find a story for Sirenia Digest, which I still have not found. I also finished the signature sheets for The Best of Subterranean Press, and now I send them along to Kelly Link. I also ( Read more... )

We seem to have settled into low eighties as a matter of course.

Yesterday was a nightmare. Later today, I may make another entry devoted to yesterday.

All subscribers should have Sirenia Digest #102. This month I'm offering a special on Sirenia Digest. Since we're already several chapters into the serialization of The Five of Cups, anyone who ( Read more... )

People are baffled when I describe myself as an atheist and a pagan, which only goes to show you how imagination deprived most people are. Regardless, here we are on the Vernal Equinox, Ostara, and there is hardly any sign whatsoever of Spring. No. Only Cold Spring. And this is its first day ( Read more... )

Lá Fhéile Pádraig Sona Daoibh! Éire go Brách ( Read more... )

Yesterday was a terrible day. It's as simple to state as that. Since coming off Lamictal early in January, I've had two seizures. The first was March 4th, while we were at the Athenaeum. It was minor, not much more than a blip. The second was last night, and it was serious, and it left me feeling as if I'd been run over by a car. But I will not go ( Read more... )

And, on the thirteenth of March, I awake to snow and a wind-chill of -2˚F. I am utterly exhausted by this goddamn winter. It was 17˚F when I got out of bed about 10:30 a.m. Now it's 18˚F, and the windchill has risen to -3˚F ( Read more... )

Just something shortish, and I'll post something more interesting tomorrow:

1) I've been busy writing "A Mountain Walked" for the weird western anthology, which, considering it consists of excerpts from a journal written by a paleontologist in the Wyoming territories in 1879, well it's not an easy piece. But I wrote 1,717 words yesterday, and ( Read more... )

Kathryn and I are actually a bit worse today than yesterday. We have begun to suspect this is most likely a mild strain of one or another flu. I've had to cancel the reading at KGB tomorrow night. Which is just one part of the chaos this bug is sewing. I could ill afford to lose three days, so packed is April and May with deadlines. My apologies to ( Read more... )

Oh my fucking dogs, why can't people leave fucking well enough alone? What am I on about this time? The fact that I just discovered that LivefuckingJournal has decided it would be a good idea to stick a tiny little pair of scissors and a dotted line in front of the text whenever a blogger uses a cut. Get it? Cut along the dotted line. How cute. How ( Read more... )