I'm pretty sure I didn't sleep enough last night.

Yesterday. I wrote the first three pages of the next eight-page installment of Alabaster: Boxcar Tales. Telling tales in eight-page increments is very, very weird, and tiring, and nerve-wracking, and exasperating, and I do not recommend trying it. Pacing is a goddamn nightmare. Twenty-four page ( Read more... )

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Today, I don't actually have time to be making this entry, but, fuck it, I'm making it anyway.

1) For those who missed yesterday's second entry: I've accepted an invitation to be Author Guest of Honor at the 2013 World Horror Convention in New Orleans, June 13-16. This will be my first time in New Orleans since 1999, and my first WHC since 1999. ( Read more... )

So, I feel like shit. Early this afternoon, I have to go in to my doctor for blood tests. And I had to fast first. Most largish mammals are meant to eat fairly frequently, so it's obviously not going well. You know, once in - I think - 1997, I went three days without eating, and only drinking water, by choice. Don't ask me why ( Read more... )

1) Warmish again today, fifties Fahrenheit, but the cold is about to come round again. At last a good bit of the snow has melted. The sun is bright today. Die, snow. Die.

2) I've decided to delay the "sneak preview" of Lee Moyer's cover-in-progress for Two Worlds and In Between. More people read the blog on Mondays ( Read more... )

Hold on for Round Three of higgledy piggledy.

Yesterday, I wrote 1,413 words on "John Four," and found THE END. It's a strange story, maybe even strange for me. Maybe even grim for me, right down to the irony in the Biblical allusion of its title. I wrote yesterday's pages to the Swans' My Father Will Guide Me Up a Rope to the Sky. It was the ( Read more... )