Blazing hot today. We had a heat advisory. The high was 96˚F, but the heat index reached 103˚F. Currently, it's still 85˚F, with the heat index at 90˚F, and we have another heat advisory for tomorrow.

I don't really have anything much to say about today.

Except, if you're an admirer of Stephen King's Pet Sematary (1986), or at least a fan of the ( Read more... )

It's raining. I used to love the rain. It's raining, and it's 73˚F. And I have not left the House in a solid week.

Yesterday was spent trying to fish usable text from old MS Word files (fucking computers) and format it into appendices for the Centipede Press edition of Silk. Hours of that. Tedium is queen. Tedium is ruler over all. Where are the ( Read more... )

Act 1: Though all these deadlines and the impending trip to Rhode Island have placed me in a situation wherein I need to be writing every single waking moment, and though I said that stuff about Gandalf and Pippin and the deep breath before the plunge, and though I am surely one of the most productive writers I've ever personally met (if I do say ( Read more... )

I'm presently much, much too sleepy to be particularly articulate, but I will say that I liked Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest quite a lot, even more than the first film. Byron met us at the googleplex, temporarily setting aside his vow to never again watch a film in anyway associated with Jerry Bruckheimer. Of course, my favourite part ( Read more... )