This is me trying to push the anger away, trying to pretend that I am not, in this moment, blindingly angry with every stupid motherfucker who voted for Trump or who voted third party or who simply refused to vote or who wrote in the name of someone who wasn't even running. Now, add to the long list of things we wouldn't be suffering under Clinton ( Read more... )

Upping my Lamictal yesterday left me feeling exhausted, and I can only hope I do better today. I need energy to face this cold snap in July. Here in Providence, it's currently 72˚F and cloudy. It feels a bit autumnal, that October dreariness that makes me want to stay in bed ( Read more... )

Spooky just told me that Rift is going free-to-play. So, there goes one of the last bastions. The floodgates will open, and the children will pour in. I mean, it's bad enough now, without the twits who are just coming to grief and treat the game like a giant chatroom ( Read more... )

Cold and sunny here in Providence.

Hello, future me. I hope it all got easier. I truly do.

Yesterday, I wrote the second half of the new Chapter 7 for Alabaster: Boxcar Tales (so now the original Chapter 7 becomes the new Chapter 8). Today, I send it off to Dark Horse. And a two-part interlude becomes a three-part interlude. And all I have to ( Read more... )

It snowed again last night. A few inches.

I'm wondering how many more people LJ will lose over this hideous new retarded Playskool format? Someone in Russia thought this was a good idea. But look! I don't need to know any HTML code whatsoever! Whee! Now easier and friendlier and more accessible and...sigh ( Read more... )

And, yeah. It's cold today.

Yesterday, I wrote 1,103 words on Chapter One of Red Delicious.

Spaghetti for dinner. Rift. And then Casablanca (1942). I stayed up too late reading, which is becoming common.

Please have a look at the current ebay auction/s. There's another copy of Blood Oranges, with an accompanying monster doodle (!) (an imaginary ( Read more... )

Cold.

Yesterday, I wrote the first 2,478 words on Red Delicious. So, numerically - speaking strictly in terms of word count, quantity - it was an exceptional goddamn day. The last sentence of the day was:

In retrospect, leaving him alive was merely the latest boneheaded move in Quinn’s Little Golden Book of Boneheaded Moves.Yes, I began a novel ( Read more... )

I think that I am writing postcards to myself.

Increasingly, I find even the prospect of self-promotion to be distasteful. I know that I have to do it. All writers have to do it. Even the high-priced, classy writers with genuine pimps usually find it necessary to stoop to the self-promotion that's the only option for literary crack whores like me ( Read more... )

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And the MMO tie-in (events from which influence the series, as events from the series influence the MMO) looks incredible, too. We're signed up for the beta, because two games clearly aren't enough for us. Note that the series is being developed by Rockne S. O'Bannon of Farscape, and it shows. The MMO is being produced by Trion, creators of Rift ( Read more... )

Hell is, of course, infinitely subjective, and so has, of course, infinite incarnations. But one of them is trying to promote three books at once. Presently, I have Blood Oranges due out February 5th. The Alabaster: Wolves hardcover will be released on February 26th. And now Subterranean Press is taking preorders for The Ape's Wife and Other ( Read more... )