The temperature may go to 88˚F today. If so, it'll be our warmest day in a while ( Read more... )

Clouds today, and it's warmer. Currently 81˚F, with the heat index at 84˚F, humidity at 67%. We're supposed to go to 88˚F this afternoon, with a possibility of thunderstorms ( Read more... )

Cloudy and 61˚F here. A definite improvement ( Read more... )

We heard the news about Lou Reed last night. It may be awhile before that feels real. As I said this morning on Facebook, one of the things I've always missed most about the demise of Death's Little Sister was singing our cover of "Sweet Jane." Here's the thing about Lou Reed: Maybe you've never listened to music very much, and maybe you've never ( Read more... )

Jesus, how did I get so goddamn old ( Read more... )

Yesterday, I wrote 1,324 words on Red Delicious. The ms. is nearing the two-hundred page mark, and the novel is more than half written. Bizarrely (to me, at least), Penguin should be showing me the early mock-ups for the cover any day. I'm pleased with the way the book is coming along. The reset-button day worked this time. Thank you, Point Judith ( Read more... )

Comments would be good today. Thank you.

At last it can be told. As you know, constant readers, I wrote a novel titled Fay Grimmer, meant to be the second Siobhan Quinn novel, the sequel to Blood Oranges. As was likely obvious from my daily entries here, it didn't go well. In fact, it went badly. Very fucking badly. In fact, much to my agent's ( Read more... )

So, I'm about two hours late beginning this journal entry, because freelancing means enduring bullshit from all directions when you least expect it. Though, a smart freelancer expects it every fucking second of every fucking day. Still, I might yet get some work done before midnight ( Read more... )

Monsieur Insomnie, va niquer ta mère. S'il vous plaît. Merci.

-- Tante Bête

It was full fucking daylight before I found sleep. Maybe 7 a.m. The specifics are a little hazy.

Yesterday, it was too warm to stay inside. It was too warm and I was too filled with anger, and so we left the house. We drove. The temperature was in the low seventies ( Read more... )