There was sun when I woke, but the sky is going grey. After a couple of days of homicidally blue skies, I need a break, so while I'm no fan of cloudy Rhode Island skies, I defer to the Relativity of the Lesser Evil ( Read more... )

The sky is a murderous shade of blue, and it's cold. But at least I don't live in those places hammered by lake affect show. Small consolations.

I am terribly, terribly homesick.

Homicidal blue®. It ought to be in the big Crayola box.

There's been work, but no actual writing to speak of since I finished the second chapter of Alabaster: The Good ( Read more... )