Overcast and ugly today, for the most part. Cold. Our high was 46F ( Read more... )

Another warm day. Indian Summer is back for sure. The high was 77F.

Last night, instead of going to bed when Kathryn did, I waited about half an hour and then wrote the fifth interlude for The Night Watchers. It came to 1,265, oddly the same word count from the night before. I think I got to bed about 2 a.m. My 2 a.m., which is the same as EST 2 a ( Read more... )

Sunny today and a little warmer. Our high was 65˚F ( Read more... )

The sky is wide-blue carnivorous today. I think we may have reached a point where that phrase has become mine again, "the wide carnivorous sky." I hope so. Here in Providence, it's 68˚F.

Yesterday, I proofed that last section (most recently written) of Black Helicopters again, then wrote an author's note, reworked the acknowledgements, had to ( Read more... )

1. Partly cloudy out there, and that beats yesterday. It looks like today will be warm, before - once again - the temperature drops out from under us. Currently, it's 75˚F, and the projected high is 82˚F.

2. Day before yesterday, Kathryn and I went to a matinée (Remember when those were cheap?) screening of George Miller's Mad Max: Fury Road, and ( 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... )

My thighs are sore this morning, but, alas, only from shifting around boxes in the nightmare that is our two storage units. So get your minds out of the gutter. For now. We had to take five boxes of comp copies and ARCs of various books to Pawtucket yesterday evening. Unfortunately, I opened a few boxes I ought not have opened, Πανδώρα-like, and ( Read more... )

People are baffled when I describe myself as an atheist and a pagan, which only goes to show you how imagination deprived most people are. Regardless, here we are on the Vernal Equinox, Ostara, and there is hardly any sign whatsoever of Spring. No. Only Cold Spring. And this is its first day ( Read more... )

Fuck this winter, and fuck this place.

I seem to have reached the point where going outside from longer than a few minutes sets me on a steep downward spiral of severe anxiety and anger and depression. And inside this box the air is feverish rubbing alcohol.

Yesterday's stale Hell:

( Tuesday afternoon, 3:43 p.m. )

I went to bed at two thirty, was asleep by three, and Kathryn didn't wake me until almost noon. I haven't slept nearly that much at a stretch in many, many months. I have no idea what finally made it happen last night. I'm no longer taking any sleep aids, and I've hardly been sleeping. So, while I'm disoriented and whatnot, it was desperately ( Read more... )