A sunny, warmish autumn day. Our high was 70F.

It seems I need less sleep than I've been getting. More and more, I see that the less I sleep, the better I feel and the better I am able to work. I'm starting to see that I need 4-5 hours/day of sleep, and when I start going over that, I feel like crap and my productivity plummets. Anyway, four hours ( Read more... )

I would be remiss if I allowed myself to be so caught up in the bittersweet sting of nostalgia that I did not pause to discuss the issue of politics in Leeds, Alabama, which, of course mirror the general political climate in Alabama and across much of the country. Part of me wants to look the other way and not even bring up this problem. But I ( Read more... )

I do adore waking up and immediately discovering that the world is even more angrifying than when I went to sleep. Wait, no. That's not right. I don't find things worse upon waking. I'm not that goddamn naïve. I wake up, look at CNN.com, and get a face full of humanity. Which really puts the fault on me for looking, as humanity cannot be expected ( Read more... )

My thoughts are well and truly scattered this morning. No, excuse me. This afternoon, as it is now 12:58 p.m. CaST (though only 11:58 ayem EST, hence still morning). I don't feel like resorting to numbers and bullet points today, either, so bear with me, or don't bear with me ( Read more... )

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Spooky just read me a review of Ellen Datlow's Supernatural Noir, which includes my story, "The Maltese Unicorn." Actually, no. She didn't read me a review, or even a "review." It was just some dipshit's blog entry. He took issue with the fact that Gregory Frost's "The Dingus" and my story both use the word dingus in different ways, and this ( Read more... )

Diana Wynne Jones has died. She was born on August 16th, 1934.

"Pretending was like that. Things seemed to make themselves up, once you got going."
Fire and Hemlock (1985 ( Read more... )

The cold hangs onto Providence with a death grip. At least the snow is gone, and there's sun.

Yesterday, I wrote 1,223 words on The Drowning Girl: A Memoir. And realized that I'm much nearer THE END than I'd guessed. It could be finished today and tomorrow. Maybe three days at the most. And the realization is disorienting, to say the least. Also, ( Read more... )

Cold and windy here in Providence.

Please have a look at the current eBay auctions. Also, Spooky has some very cool Halloween goodies up in her Etsy shop, Dreaming Squid Dollworks and Sundries, and they're only available until November 1st. C'mon, guys. How can you resist the pumpkinhead hangy ghosts? A hand-made Jack O' Lantern figurine? You can' ( Read more... )

Keith Olbermann on the abomination that is California's Prop 8:

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