Another rainy, cold day. No sign of the sun. But I got news from Bill Schafer at Subterranean Press that the trade edition of The Dinosaur Tourist has sold out at the publisher. It is now available only via Amazon, for however long their copies last. SubPress still has a few of the limited edition. Also, my copies arrived tonight, via UPS, and it's ( Read more... )

Sunny today. The fucking rain is gone. It wasn't even decent rain. Walking back to the car from the Biltmore, it was like walking through a fucking cloud. I got home wet and cold and sore. Currently, the temperature is 84˚F ( 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... )

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... )

Yeah, okay, well today's working hard at being a pain in my ass. The climate's violent mood swings aren't helping. The micro-heatwave has come and gone. On Wednesday the high was 91˚F (with a heat index over 100˚F); today the high will be about 75˚F. Yeah. Okay.

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It's still a work in progress, but here's an early look at Albert Perrault's ( Read more... )

Back on the 9th of July, Spooky took a series of photographs, over on the east side, that stunned me. Firstly, because of their obvious beauty. Secondly, because, somehow, she photographed my dreams. I've been meaning to post them for a month now. And here they are. Who says the sky's not carnivorous?

You called up in the sky ( Read more... )

Spooky just told me that Rift is going free-to-play. So, there goes one of the last bastions. The floodgates will open, and the children will pour in. I mean, it's bad enough now, without the twits who are just coming to grief and treat the game like a giant chatroom ( Read more... )