A black mood that has been simmering for days, then bloomed last night - this morning I awoke with it in gull venomous flower. Oh, and I woke an hour late, and between the two, I proceeded to get NOTHING done today. Not a single thing ( Read more... )

Here's an interesting thing. Inverse relationships between my writing fiction and writing scientific papers. With fiction, I can write more than a thousand words in about an hour, and while I may line edit, I essentially never actually rewrite; usually, what you see in print is what I wrote in that hour. But when I'm doing technical writing - ( Read more... )

I didn't mean to skip two days. Lately, these things just happen. A consequence of depression and unproductive days. But at least the sun came back this morning. Currently, it's 56˚F.

I've been trying to write for days, it feels like.

I'm in my own way.

Last night, we saw Sam Elliott in Robert D. Krzykowski's The Man Who Killed Hitler and Then ( Read more... )