Birds sighted during out stay in Woodstock:

Order Anseriformes:
01. Canadian goose (Branta canadensis)

Order Galliformes
02.Wild turkey (Meleagris gallopavo)

Order Strigiformes:
03. Great horned owl (Bubo virginianus)

Order Accipitriformes
04. Bald eagle (Haliaeetus leucocephalusA number of "raptors" were seen and heard, but, unfortunately, we ( Read more... )

Tired. I didn't get to sleep until after four a.m (then woke at ten ayem). I lay awake in bed, watching a thoroughly entertaining South Korean monster flick on the iPad. The most valuable use for the iPad, I have found, is watching movies and television shows while in bed. This is one antidote for my buyer's remorse. Anyway, yes, I lay there ( Read more... )

Phase One seems to have left no one burned, mangled, and/or bleeding. So, tomorrow, I have to finally turn my attention to the blasted CEM of The Drowning Girl: A Memoir. Always I have found dealing with CEMs a distasteful, and, often, infuriating experience. And I expect I always will. I even recognize that my reaction to CEMs is not always ( Read more... )

Yesterday was almost, and perhaps actually, a total loss, so far as writing is concerned. I managed only 285 words on "The Jetsam of Disremembered Mechanics," and then I just...locked up. I couldn't tell if what I was writing was good enough. I was suddenly no longer certain if any part of the story was anything but trite, hollow...and so I locked ( Read more... )

Here I've made no entry since April 3rd, and I have to try to play catch up. Generally, it's a sign that a vacation is going well, if I can stay away from the blog ( Read more... )

Yeah, so...despite what people might think, whatever preconceived ideas might have been nurtured by the sort of erotica I write, it is only very rarely that I have sex dreams. That is, dreams with sexual content, much less dreams wherein I actually get any. This morning, however, I had what can only be described as a Buffy slash fic dream. Me and ( Read more... )

Yesterday was the sort of day that can only earn an L, and the sort that it's best not to speak of at length. It's not superstition, just the act of moving along. I think the only thing good I can say about yesterday was we had a decent walk just after sunset, and there were bats everywhere, flitting to and fro. One chased a mockingbird, which I ( Read more... )