Yeah, so...I honestly did not mean to skip two days. In fact, until just now I thought I'd only skipped one. And yet...two.

Rainy today and overcast. Currently, it's only 79˚F. Our high was 82˚F. We have a flash flood watch.

I really am gonna talk about the writing soon. Both the book I'm trying to start and how I feel about Echo (from The ( Read more... )

Not a bad day, though too much of it required leaving the house to sally forth into the plague-infested city. Where people are not wearing masks even when there are big red signs, even though our mask order was extended through July 3rd. And if you work somewhere with a big red fucking mask sign on your door, you better be wearing a fucking mask ( Read more... )

Mostly sunny today, and a little cooler. We only made it to 61˚F. It's currently 51˚F, but there's a 46˚F windchill ( Read more... )

Today is the ninth anniversary of Sophie's death. Time just hemorrhages ( Read more... )

Yesterday, I did 1,024 words on "The Melusine (1898)" for Sirenia Digest #31, but did not find The End. Because this is one those pieces. I meant it to be a vignette I could write in two days. It has, become, instead, a full-fledged short story that has, so far, required twice that number of days. If I'm lucky, I'll finish it today. Truth be told, ( Read more... )

I must have finally gotten to sleep about 5:15 a.m. or so, when kava #2 finally took effect. So, today I am a wreck, more or less. Not awake. Not asleep. My head swimming with half realised dreams and poorly perceived bits of the waking world. My meeting with producer D may have to be postponed until tomorrow, if I can't snap out of this. Six hours ( Read more... )

There was no journal entry yesterday because there was no writing on Friday, and I was just too damn disgusted with myself to write about not having written. However, yesterday was better, and I did 1,135 words on "The Cryomancer's Daughter," which presently totals 4,084 words. It is my intention to finish the piece today. I'm liking it quite a lot ( Read more... )

I just wanted to repost something from docbrite's LJ, which I probably should have posted about days ago, as I first got wind of the trouble Bad Moon Books was giving Subterranean Press sometime last week. Poppy writes:

"I see where the eBay seller 'badmoonbooks' has launched a vendetta against Subterranean Press, railing against them in his auctions of ( Read more... )

Slowly, bit by bit, things around here are getting back to our odd version of "normal." The old rhythms are gradually resuming in Sophie's absence. But still, that absence is always felt. Small sounds that are no longer here. I keep expecting to look over my shoulder and see her lying on my office threshold or sitting in the hallway watching me. I ( Read more... )

Today is Bloomsday in Dublin. Since college, I've sworn that I will be present for at least one Bloomsday, but so far it's on that long list of things which I've sworn to do, but haven't yet done (swim with great white sharks, climb an active volcano, visit the Muséum national d'Histoire naturelle in Paris, & etc.). I was last in Dublin in 1996, ( Read more... )