Whatever this entry was going to be, well, we'll never know. I overslept, and then there was unexpected chaos, and then two days worth of backed-up email. I feel like I don't have time for much of anything. A quick weather report? Yeah, I can manage that. When I awoke, it was 39˚F with a windchill 28˚F. On April 9th. Since then, the temperature has ( Read more... )

Sunny and only 59˚F out there.

Yesterday was a tedious, tedious writing day, as writing days often are when I'm working on comics. Because I have to try to be sure that the artist will see exactly what I mean them to see. I only managed to get two pages done, which means I'm six pages into a twenty-two page script, the first chapter of Alabaster: ( Read more... )

The thing about not making a journal entry for many days on end is that, well, when you finally make one you have created - in geological terms - an unconformity, a break in sedimentation, a black space in the record, a gap - and all gaps yearn to be filled. Nature abhors a void and what have you. But, I don't have the time, and my memory's ain't ( Read more... )

So, yes, the unexpected warm weather came and left again. There were two comfortable days; this morning I needed the space heater again (I didn't actually get it out ( Read more... )

It's cloudy, but at least the wind isn't blowing today. The wind here makes me want to crawl under the bed ( Read more... )

The beast in me
Is caged by frail and fragile bars.
Restless by day,
And by night rants and rages at the stars.
God help the beast in me ~ Nick Lowe (1994 ( Read more... )

I'm tempted to say that the lyrics to David Bowie's "Moonage Daydream" are possibly the worst of his career. But he was, after all, only twenty-four. I'd hate people to see the shit I wrote at twenty-four ( Read more... )

The days have hardly been worthy of discussion. Yesterday, I just couldn't bring myself to play that game. We are deep now into the throes of Green Autumn. A crisp August day, if ever there were, to my mind, a contradiction in terms. Currently, it's 72˚F in Providence and sunny. Verdant fall. I had to close my office window ( Read more... )

And Lauren Bacall has died. But when a woman has lived to the ripe old age of 89, and when she has done such very marvelous things with her life, I won't mourn, but only be glad that she lived. I won't even attempt to list all my favorite Bacall films, but To Have and Have Not (1944) and Key Largo (1948) are among my favorite movies ever, and I ( Read more... )

Note: I spent two hours writing this. Comments appreciated.

Subtitle: "Ballad of the Devolution of the Cover of a Paperback Novel"

I saw this morning that the cover for Red Delicious has been posted on Amazon and that preorders are being taken (the release date is 2/4/14). Among other things, this means I've come to a blog entry I've been holding ( Read more... )