So, today's high was 93.9F, with a heat index of 102F.

I slept late, until almost 5 a.m. Then I spent a couple of hours on the frontoparietal section for MP2 (again), chrishing this time before I have to get back to work on The Sun Always Shines on TV. The novella needs to be done by the 27th, so I am going to be aiming for a miniumum of 1,200 ( Read more... )

Today, in Providence, we can pretend it's summer. Sunny. The window's open. Presently, 80˚F (after a low of 58˚[!!!]) last night), with a forecast high of...oh, wait. Sorry. Strike that. It's currently only 79˚F, with a forecast high of 80˚F. Yeah, summer. Anyway, tomorrow, we are, unexpectedly, being forced out of the house for reasons that are ( Read more... )

Choice comments to recent entries. First, regarding the accelerating acceleration of life at the dawn of the Twenty First Century lady_tigerfish writes:

You just can't Tweet Big Thoughts; they take more than 140 characters. I resent any format that demands my thoughts be small.

- and also -

Making the time--for anything--seems to be a thing of the past. ( Read more... )

A cold, cold morning here in Providence. Okay, maybe not that cold ( Read more... )

So, I did it. As of today, I have blogged six months straight, without missing a single day. Actually, I've not missed making an entry since February 13th, but I didn't make the "I'm not going to miss an entry for six months" declaration until March 1st, so I'm not counting February. Anyway, between March 1st and today (this post included), there's ( Read more... )

Comment, kittens.

It seems that, in the past twenty-one hours or so, I have suffered a massive reversal of fortune. Suddenly, I am no longer debt poor (though a few publishers still owe smaller advances, some of which are horrendously late), our guild was able to transfer to Faeblight (Riftspeak, ignore), and Spooky is off retrieving the ( Read more... )

Because I really didn't want to title this Readercon 22 (III), and I've just awakened from a nap of cataclysmic proportions, despite having slept in the broiling car on the way back from Burlington to Providence. If title must be explained, that's why. I am home, with another Shirley Jackson Award stone to sit upon my shelf. But what matters is I ( Read more... )

Just saw a guy in the hallway wearing a pickle-colored T-shirt which read, "Pickles are cucumbers soaked in evil." Perhaps.

I'm no good at con reports, during or after the fact. I'm here. Cool stuff has happened and will happened. But I'm fading fast. I still have a reading for Ellen Datlow's Supernatural Noir tonight, and then the awards ceremony ( Read more... )

Sitting here in the business centre, determined to keep my vow to make at least one entry a day for six months. Booya.

Here's one of the secrets I've been having to keep for a while. Not the BIG COOL news, but news that is both big and cool. Along with Peter Straub, I have been chosen to be Guest of Honor at next year's Readercon, which will be ( Read more... )

I've only been out of bed for less than an hour, and, already, I've had to calculate the temperature of the sun's core in Kelvins, Celsius, and Fahrenheit. It's going to be that sort of day.

Yesterday was a blur of getting packed and ready to leave later this afternoon for Readercon 22. But we did get a heavy rain, and the temperature in the house ( Read more... )