...well, not so much for profit. And really, it's more force of habit than fun. But anyway, mostly overcast today. Our high was 67F ( Read more... )

A warm night of cicadas and katydids and frogs and crickets. No rain today. With the heat index, we made it to 95˚F, and it is currently, at 1:13 a.m., 74˚F ( Read more... )

The sun came back yesterday afternoon, and today will be sunny and warmer. Currently, it's 78˚F.

Yesterday was better, also, in terms of work. I did more revision on what had been written so far on the first section of The Tindalos Assset, and then I added 603 new words of text. With luck, I'll finish that section today. I'd not been outside since ( Read more... )

Day 3 of the Great Providence Rain-a-thon of 2017. Though, truthfully, there haven't been more than a dozen truly sunny days since Spooky and I got back from Alabama the first week of May. That's what it's been like around here, but you know that if you've been keeping up. If anyone is, they know that. Currently, it's 76˚F and overcast, and the ( Read more... )

And here it is November. My fifty-first November. My eighth in New England. The day is chilly, and the sky is a muddy shade of lead. This is death cracking down, winter letting its intentions be known. Autumn is only a shoddy opening act. It's only 57˚F out there, and all the smart-money birds have gone south ( Read more... )

Yesterday's LJ entry apparently was among yesterday's 25 most popular. LJ told me so. How weird is that?

Outside, it's March. Only 71˚F and cloudy and 81% humidity. Shit weather. And how come no one told me there were new Bloom County strips? Bad humans.

Yesterday was a good writing day. I did 1,287 words and finished the second section of Agents ( Read more... )

And I saw Sisyphus at his endless task raising his prodigious stone with both his hands. With hands and feet he' tried to roll it up to the top of the hill, but always, just before he could roll it over on to the other side, its weight would be too much for him, and the pitiless stone would come thundering down again on to the plain. Then he would ( Read more... )

We saw a little summer, and now cold spring has wrapped itself about us once again. Today, we'll be lucky to see 71˚F (currently a balmy 66˚F), and the skies are overcast. And I know, now, that the next six months are going to be the busiest of my whole writing career (well, thus far, so the busiest in nineteen years). Busy is good. Busy is work. ( Read more... )

If I ignore the fact that it's 59˚ out there, I can peer through the window and pretend it's actually late April.

Yesterday, I wrote another 1,215 words on "A Mountain Walked." The post brought my comp copy of The Mammoth Book of Steampunk: 30 Extraordinary Tales (Running Press), which reprints "The Steam Dancer (1896)." This marks the third ( Read more... )

For any idiots out there who might still harbor the myth (popular during the early '00s) that Tolkien was anti-semitic, please enjoy: "What’s classier than J.R.R. Tolkien telling off Nazis? Absolutely nothing. (via io9)

Meanwhile, thousands of dorks are blubbering in righteous indignation over the similarities between Battle Royale and The Hunger ( Read more... )