Marvelous thunderstorms today, even with the threat of floods. We still have a flash flood watch. The high today was only about 74˚F. Currently, it's 71˚F, and the humidity is 96%. Booya.

I think autumn is really here. Spooky had her first pumpkin beer of the season this evening.

Later,
CRK


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For those who have not seen this post, I finished Red Delicious yesterday afternoon. It's done. I've not yet calculated how many days were actually spent writing it. I'll do that later. All that matters is that it is finished The last sentence typed. The first and the last and the always draft. I'm emailing it to my editor as soon as I finish this ( Read more... )

It's almost impossible to believe that Nirvana is "old music." But a child born on the day that Kurt Cobain died would now be almost twenty. That is some fucked up shit.

And I am no longer young, and never more shall be.

On Wednesday, I wrote 1,132 words on Chapter Six of Red Delicious.On Thursday, I did another 1,243 words ( Read more... )

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Fuck, Nirvana was a brilliant fucking band. Some part of me - the part assigned to divide wheat from chaff, has been slacking off. It's weird to go back to a band you listened to every day for years, but haven't listened to for something like fifteen years.

But, yes. We got summer. Hard. Presently 91˚F. Oh, wait. Before I go any farther, here's ( Read more... )

I just opened the jewel case that should contain my copy of Nirvana's In Utero, only to discover that it's empty. I don't think I've listened to the album since I left Athens in 1997, so I'm guessing some wasted douchebag stole it at some party or another. That used to happen a lot. Wasted douchebags in your house stealing your shit. So, I'm ( Read more... )