Overcast and rainy all damn day. The high was a measly 59˚F.

Ugh.

I'm still not done with the Bradbury Weather stuff. This should have been a one day thing. Spooky's gonna pitch in and help me finish tomorrow.

This afternoon's move was Tarantino's Once Upon a Time...In Hollywood (2019 ( Read more... )

Rain like hell today. Torrential. So dark the streetlights came on. There's a photo below, but it fails, utterly, to catch the monsoonal nastiness. Thunder and lightning. So, our high dropped to 66˚F, and it is now 58˚F. No open windows tonight. Last night maybe have been the last chance for that until February 2022. Oh, how I dread that year. I ( Read more... )

A mix of clouds and sun. Our high was 85˚F, with a hat index of 87˚F. Currently, it's 83˚F. I'm gonna miss the long easy tapering off of summer when I'm back in Rhode Island, or whatever chilly place we land, and summer ends partway through August ( Read more... )

Jesus, but I fucking hate the cold. Currently, it's sunny, 39˚F, with a windchill of 34˚F, which is, of course, a vast improvement over the last two days. But it's still cold as hell.I feel as if my whole life has become about just living long enough to be once more in a place where winters are no so brutal ( Read more... )

Yesterday's LJ entry apparently was among yesterday's 25 most popular. LJ told me so. How weird is that?

Outside, it's March. Only 71˚F and cloudy and 81% humidity. Shit weather. And how come no one told me there were new Bloom County strips? Bad humans.

Yesterday was a good writing day. I did 1,287 words and finished the second section of Agents ( Read more... )

Today looks mostly cloudy, from where I sit, the homely little slice of Providence outside my office window. It's 50˚F, though it feels like 44˚F. There's some sun and almost no snow to be seen anywhere. That's something, I suppose ( Read more... )

Currently, it's 35˚F. Tonight's low will be 23˚F (windchill 9˚F), with snow flurries. The world is white. It's currently snowing in Providence. Welcome, Spring 2015.

Ten years ago, almost to the day (March 22, 2005), I wrote:

I have to write. I have to write regardless. I does not matter if I've had a bad day. It does not matter if I am depressed ( Read more... )

Both The Drowning Girl and my short story "Fake Plastic Trees" have been nominated for the 2013 Locus Award (this makes four nominations and one win for The Drowning GirlIt seems like a long time since I made an entry here, but I see that it was only Wednesday. A hop, skip, and a jump. Hardly seventy-two hours ago. I'd meant to take two days off. I ( Read more... )

I don't write about my dreams much anymore. Frankly, after I began..well...the new drugs, back in 2010, things got better. Dreamsickness became almost a phenomenon of the past. But Lamictal can cause vivid dreams, and when I have to increase my dose - as I have to do every now and then - I get vivid dreams. Crazy vivid, like the old days. Dreams ( Read more... )

So, imagine that the entire human population has been decimated by a pandemic. The world's cities have been reduced to rubble and ash. Virtually no survivors remain. But someone makes a "reality TV series" about it. And our survivors all just happen to be amazingly gifted, mostly college-educated professionals, with skills uniquely suited to making ( Read more... )