We got snow yesterday. Almost all day. So we got...some inches. It's still here today. Currently, it's 17˚F in Providence, with the windchill at -3˚F. And we have a huge storm that may be headed our way.

Yesterday, after a trip through the snow to the post office on Thayer Street, Spooky and I read through Chapter One of Interstate Love Song again ( Read more... )

Yesterday, I did 1,001 words on The StarkeeperToday, there's a windy lashing the city, and I'm never going to get used to the weather up here. Yesterday was rainy, and late in the afternoon it was only 58˚F ( Read more... )

Spooky woke me at 11:30 this morning to tell me her laptop wouldn't start. So. This is how the day begins, after I have another night of insomnia. I fell asleep sometime after five. I couldn't write yesterday. I hope I can write today. Frankly, more than anything, I'm just stuck in terms of "what happens next," which is, in my opinion, the most ( Read more... )

A cold night in Providence last night, I think it was my first genuinely cold night here on the frozen and moose-haunted steppes of New England. When I checked the temperature last night, the wind chill had the air down to 31F, and I assume it got colder. But. The house stayed warm and toasty. After freezing my ass off in Alabama and Georgia, I'm ( Read more... )

Yesterday, I made myself take a short break from Daughter of Hounds. On Monday, I'd done 1,224 words on Chapter Ten and hope to do as much today, as well. I'm so near THE END, and, as I've said already, the ending of a book has never intimidated me this much ( Read more... )