And here it is the beginning of another trip around the sun.

Sunny today. The high was 53F.

As I was trying to fall asleep last night I hear fireworks over Red Mountain.

A good morning. I slept...meh, well...I slept some. I was up at 5 a.m., and I did 1,254 words on The Night Watchers, adding a second section to the prologue. I figured out a ( Read more... )

A sunny, cold day. Our high was 50F, after a low of 27F.

I probably slept three hours. Again. And unlike last night, yesterday morning, whatever, I was too tired to make use of that time and get much of anything done. I have GOT to sleep tonight. There's too much work. I cannot just bleed away time like this.

The interview that I did for ( Read more... )

Mostly sunny today, which seemed oddly inappropriate for the beginning of this particular year. Our high was 47F.

I hardly slept. Maybe three hours.

I was up at oh-my-god thirty, about 3:30 a.m., and I wrote the first 1,040 words for the new piece for Sirenia Digest, which I am calling "A First Sequence of Scenes." And I did a lot of work of the ( Read more... )

I woke at 6:345 a.m. to very cold, overcast skies. Lots of talk of snow flurries, though I never saw any. Our high was 45F.

My copies of Bradbury Weather and Living a Boy's Adventure Tale (below) arrived late yesterday, and, my god, they are handsome books, in no small part thanks to Bill at SubPress and the ghost of Richard Powers and the ( Read more... )

That would be 2022 ( Read more... )

Falling asleep in anger, waking in anger. And the clouds are still here, and they will be for days. Smothering. Currently, it's 61˚F.

I have nothing anyone wants to hear about the coming year.

I had in mind that I'd make a list of the novels I read this year, if I can focus long enough to do that one thing. Likely, it will be the only thing I ( Read more... )

Terribly cold this morning, and I had trouble sleeping last night, for the cold, even though there was a space heater blowing right beside the bed. Currently, it's 6˚F, with the windchill at -13˚F. The overnight low appears to have been 2˚F, with a windchill of -17˚F ( Read more... )

The cool thing about singing along with the Pogues, it's a lot easier to do when you're sick and your throat is full of snot. Which is to say, yesterday I caught Spooky's crud. Hopefully, if I pamper this husk I call a body, I'll be okay in a couple of days. It's sunny today, we have a wide carnivorous sky, carnivorous blue, but that's better than ( Read more... )

A sunny and cold second day of 2016, and it makes me just absolutely frabjous, it does. Out there, the air is 36˚F, but feels like 30˚F. Someone who'd apparently never heard of windchill once asked me how I could tell how cold it feels, as opposed to what the thermometer is telling me. As if they didn't believe in Herr Fahrenheit, the Magical ( Read more... )

Happy New Year, right?

That's what they say.

Yesterday evening, sometime just past 4:30 p.m. CaST, I finally finished Alabaster: The Good, the Bad, and the Bird. I typed the last page, and I emailed it away to my editor at Dark Horse. On November 12, 2013, well over a year ago, I was told a second miniseries had been approved (Grimmer Tales, aka ( Read more... )