We saw a tiny bit of weak sun yesterday, and it was a welcome thing in this cold season of rain and gloom. Currently, it's raining and a fairly warm 62˚F; we have a wind advisory and much chillier temperatures on the way.

Publishers' Weekly has given The Very Best of Caitlín R. Kiernan (Tachyon) a starred review:

This stellar collection of 20 ( Read more... )

The headache was gone when I woke yesterday morning, and it has not returned. Yesterday, we made it through Chapter Seven and the epilogue of Pink Delicious, and all I have remaining is to look over the CE's notes on "The Maltese Unicorn" (which appears in the novel; you'll see). I don't dislike the novel nearly as much as I was afraid I would. And ( Read more... )

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Yesterday, the temperature climbed near 60˚F here in Providence. Today, we'll be lucky to reach 44˚F. Presently, it's mostly cloudy and 43˚F (36˚F if you factor in the windchill). I noted that in Atlanta the temperature is currently 68˚F, and, yet, I'm still glad not to be there. I have rarely lived anywhere so bereft of a "soul" as is Atlanta. By ( Read more... )

Cold and rainy last night, and this morning the snow has mostly been washed away. It's warmer today, about 52˚F at this particular moment.

I'm going to try to keep this short, because I need to get some writing done today. Yesterday was all work and no writing. But, there's news. Some of it's Big and Good, but a lot of that part I can't announce ( Read more... )

Because, you see, Ceiling Cat doesn't actually live in the ceiling. "Ceiling" is merely a metaphor meant to impress upon us his constant nearness and watchfulness. Ceiling Cat actually lives in the upper troposphere, which is a bit lower than one usually finds, say, the Flying Spaghetti Monster noodling about (deities must segregate, elsewise - a ( Read more... )

Not much in the mood for an entry today. We'll play a nice game of catch up tomorrow.

My thanks to everyone who has donated mine and kylecassidy's Drowning Girl Kickstarter project. At this point, it's 141% funded, and we still have twenty-eight days to go. And there are some amazing new rewards, soon to be announced. So, it's not too late. Also, people ( Read more... )

Just saw a guy in the hallway wearing a pickle-colored T-shirt which read, "Pickles are cucumbers soaked in evil." Perhaps.

I'm no good at con reports, during or after the fact. I'm here. Cool stuff has happened and will happened. But I'm fading fast. I still have a reading for Ellen Datlow's Supernatural Noir tonight, and then the awards ceremony ( Read more... )

Here in Rhode Island, we're having a marvelous April.

So, I have long been an admirer of the awesomeness of coilhouse, but, of late, they've been dropping these "(trigger warning!)" PSAs into lots of their posts. What the fuck, guys? To start with, this is fucking Coilhouse, home of the weird, brash, and bold. And secondly, when the hell did sudden, ( Read more... )

Spooky just read me a review of Ellen Datlow's Supernatural Noir, which includes my story, "The Maltese Unicorn." Actually, no. She didn't read me a review, or even a "review." It was just some dipshit's blog entry. He took issue with the fact that Gregory Frost's "The Dingus" and my story both use the word dingus in different ways, and this ( Read more... )