A good bit of hard rain today. We still made it to 94˚F with the heat index, but the rain's cooled the night a bit. It's 76˚F.

I slept for shit last night. Felt sick half the day. Felt fucking wretched.

So, here's a long-overdue promise to my Sirenia Digest subscribers. I have let Covid-19 and all the rest of it put my ability to work into a ( Read more... )

Hot today. I don't know just how hot. I saw the heat index at 98˚F late in the afternoon. No rain.

Spooky made a trip to the storage unit, and it was 90˚F on the floor where all our shit's stored.

And I wrote. I did 1,230 words on the new story for Sirenia Digest #162, "The End of All Flesh is Before Me." And then I went back to work on the ( Read more... )

Cloudy and cooler today. The last couple of days have been brutal. Yesterday, the temperature in the middle parlour reached 86˚F. And the temperature in Providence on Tuesday climbed to 97˚F, with a heat index well over 100˚F. There was a little rain last night, but the drought continues ( Read more... )

Note that I will make a post just after midnight (CaST), probably just a few words, and then this journal will "go black" as a protest against SOPA/PIPA. The blackout will end at midnight (CaST) on the 19th. No, I don't think it will change a thing. The whole internet going black won't change a thing. That's not the point. Sometimes we tilt at ( Read more... )

If I don't leave the house today - and I know that I won't - it will have been ten days since last I left the house. Doesn't help that it's cold as an Xtian's tit out there, currently 27˚F.

Yesterday, I wrote pages 11-15 (manuscript pages 19-26, 1,433 words) of Alabaster #4. Not leaving the house is great for productivity. Just fuck all for ( Read more... )

Spooky says, kylecassidy has tweeted "Rhode Island. It's not an island. Not even close. I have discovered this." He is a wise man. Oh, and he also just tweeted, "They really should change the name of that to A-Squid-Neck Island*. In honor of Lovecraft. Obviously. Fo shizzle." I think he's high ( Read more... )

1) Here in Providence, the temperature's supposed to soar to 52˚F today, the warmest day since...maybe November. The snow is very slowly melting, and it might be gone by the end of March, barring new storms. I ought to work today, but Spooky and I absolutely cannot spend a quasi-warm day cooped up in the house with the wonderful (relative to recent ( Read more... )

1. No, I'm not dead. Though, round about night before last, it would have been preferable. I am much, much better this morning, so hopefully I'm quickly recovering. Tiger Balm patches are a marvelous thing. Now, if my body would just shutdown the mucus pumps for a while. But, seriously...people are always asking, why do you never go anywhere or do ( Read more... )

It's sunny this morning, but we had a wild night here in Providence. A storm swept up from the southwest, and the Hurricane Barrier was closed for the first time since we moved here from Atlanta. It seems that the storm combined with the full-moon tides has produced some alarming seas. Today, we're driving down to Narragansett and Point Judith to ( Read more... )

Someone at Locus was kind enough to send me a copy of Vol. 57, No. 4, the issue with the full-page ad for Alabaster.

It's so warm that I'm working with my office window open again. The air smells like fallen leaves.

The new issue of National Geographic (December) has a couple of superb articles, one on Cassini's photos of Saturn and its moons and ( Read more... )