Overcast, 68˚F, humid.

I might have slept three and a half hours.

People keep asking whether or not M is for Mars began life as The Dinosaurs of Mars, back in June 2007. So, since you've asked, the short answer is "yes," though nothing much of what The Dinosaurs of Mars was to have been is to be found in M is for Mars. I made a finished novella ( Read more... )

Hurricane Earl has come and gone. We braced ourselves for a Category 3 or 4 hurricane. We got a low-grade tropical storm, and only a tiny bit of rain, and virtually no wind at all. So, we have candles and jugs of water and cans of nonperishable meat stuff, which we'll consume, by and by. I am assuming this odd feeling I have is relief, and not ( Read more... )

There are many reasons that I love Bob Dylan's "All Along the Watchtower," but perhaps the thing I most love about it is that it feels like a prologue, and then ends with the beginning of a story.

All along the watchtower, princes kept the view ( Read more... )

Up since 7:30 ayem, which might not have been so bad, except I didn't get to sleep until sometime after three, probably more like four ( Read more... )

Just got word that the lost and ancient iPod has been found, and is waiting for me in Mystic, Connecticut. Spooky will be retrieving it this afternoon.

And, gods help me, I just started a Facebook account (as Caitlín Kiernan; don't forget the fada over the second "i" in "Caitlín ( Read more... )

I swear to fuck (it's not like I can convincingly swear to god), if it just were not for sleep, this whole being alive thing would be at least hundred times more palatable. But, I'll get back to that in a minute or fifteen.

Yesterday, I did 1,003 words on Chapter Two of Joey Lafaye. Which was just enough that I didn't have to feel guilty. I'd have ( Read more... )

I wake up this morning to discover that Howard Hughes has been named a full partner, while CRK struggles on in anonymity. Where the fuck would those four be without me, I ask? But if I start complaining now, they'll send Herr Platypus around with hisherits venomous spurs. And sure, that can be fun every now and then, but I think I'm getting track ( Read more... )

Yesterday, I wrote 1,154 words of The Dinosaurs of Mars, beginning Section Five, "The Big Grim." I still have no title for Section Four. About halfway through the writing yesterday, I read "Themis characterization of the MER Gusev crater landing site" (Milam, K. A., et al. 2003. Journal of Geophysical Research), because I needed to know the ( Read more... )

So, Spooky - or rather her avatar, Artemisia Paine - was given the task of finding the internet radio station we would stream into the Palaeozoic Musuem on Second Life. And she found a gem: Mixing of Particulate Solids Radio, out of Bratislava, Slovakia. Have a listen. Experimental, ambient, electronica, etc. The other night, working in the Museum ( Read more... )

I was just about to entitle this entry "The Wait is Not Over," but then the postman showed up with Spooky's copy of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. And it's a good damn thing, because she hardly slept last night. Now I think she's walking about the house hugging the box, which is marked "Do Not Deliver Until July 21, 2007." I've heard tell ( Read more... )