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"Horror movies turn chicks on faster than porno."
No, really. Michael Kelso said so ( Read more... ) -
“So we sat in the house. All that cold, cold, wet day.”
Another day of miserable weather. Heavy rain. The temperature is currently 44˚F, with the windchill at 41˚F.
I spent yesterday looking for a story I'll hopefully begin today, something for Sirenia Digest 155. I'm pretty sure I've never been so far behind on my writing as I am at the moment. I've got two Dancy stories that need to be written (~20k ( Read more... ) -
"Oh, they sing all day and they haunt me in the night."
On this day in 2011, I posted an absolutely idiotic idea for a spoof of ParaRom, which went on to become the Quinn novels and come damn near to destroying my life. Three years after completing the last Quinn book, I still have not recovered from that fiasco ( Read more... ) -
"Unless you tell them what to think, they don't know what they know."
Mostly cloudy today, and it's currently 48˚F in Providence, land of lobsters, mobsters, and quohogs. Tonight will mark the twelfth year that I've refused to "fall back," remaining blissfully on Daylight Savings Time. One day, the whole country will follow suit ( Read more... ) -
"Time is no healer if you're not there..."
I wish I had something interesting to say about yesterday. But I didn't write. We went to the storage unit in Pawtucket and I sorted through papers from...well...my whole life, it felt like. looking for stuff that needs to go to Brown. I found my high-school porn stash, Playboy and Hustler from 1979 and 1980. Who the fuck keeps shit like that? I ( Read more... ) -
"You know the shape my breath will take before I let it out."
The second day. Two hundred and forty days until summer. Give or take ( Read more... ) -
"Sometimes, the hate in me is keeping me alive." (Continuation)
Yesterday, surrounded by all this white, buried in snow, hating the brightness, I wrote a vignette set entirely in the dark. In the London sewers and tunnels below Copp's Hill in Boston. It was sort of like working on one of the vignettes for Frog Toes and Tentacles and Tales from the Woeful Platypus, in that it's no more than 2k-words - 1,819 ( Read more... ) -
"Pockets full of stones."
I'm sitting here composing, in my head, a Tom Waits song that Tom Waits will never compose, much less record. But it's about not sending "wish you were here" postcards to nightmares ( Read more... )
