Sunny today. Our high was 80F.

This will be very short. After the last two days, I took the day off. I hardly slpet, and tomorrow is soon enough to proof the first half of The Ultraviolet Alphabet.

But...there's still the Dreaming Squid Sundries shop.

The afternoon's film was J.J. Abrams and Stephen Speilberg's Super 8 (2011 ( Read more... )

Cloudy all day, and some rain. It did nothing good for my mood. Our high was only 73F.

A summer day in Rhode Island.

I don't know if I have much to say. I am trying hard to work. I spent an hour and a half on the first half on an interview, and on Facebook I said of it"

Fuck me sideways, but I forget how much I dislike giving interviews, which ( Read more... )

Sunny today, and very much needed the sun. Our high was 53˚F, and it is now 51˚F.

Work on the story today, but this one is fighting back. It still has no title. I'm going to get up at 7 a.m. tomorrow and try to make some serious progress while Spooky's still asleep.

Subterranean is now shipping Vile Affections/Cambrian Tales, so, if you ( Read more... )

The past three days have been a terrible blur of depression and anger, largely triggered by bad weather and homesickness, and I have not only allowed it to keep me from working, but also spill out onto social media. Last night, the fever broke, so to speak, even if the weather is still shit. So, today I'm tired and embarrassed, and I'm gonna try to ( Read more... )

There was sun when I woke a little before 9 a.m., but now clouds are moving in. There's rain on the way. Currently, it's 44˚F, with the windchill at 36˚F.

Yesterday was a loss. We went to Providence Place Mall. We saw Steven Speilberg's Ready Player One. I walked around appalled at the frightful spectacle of humanity ( Read more... )

I think it's high time that I let this journal become a journal again. I've allowed it to sink to the level of Tumblr, and I fucking hate Tumblr. And Instagram. And all that shit ( Read more... )