Overcast and crappy today, fog and drizzle. The mountains in the clouds. Our high was 51F ( Read more... )

Mostly sunny today. Our high was forecast at 90˚F, but that got dropped to 89˚F, and we've only reached 88˚F. That's fine by Spooky.

Up at 5:30 a.m., and after coffee I worked on Sirenia Digest 196 until, sometime around 10 a.m., it was ready to send away to Gordon to be PDF'd. I was actually going to wait and mail this one to subscribers next ( Read more... )

Detox day four. I think, cautiously, that I have come through the worst of the withdrawal. The dope sick has faded to a nagging, dull nuisance. Knock on wood. Thanks to kratom and 10mg of Klonopin, I slept well last night, maybe even seven full hours. I'll have another dose of kratom in an hour or so. I've stockpiled the stuff against those ( Read more... )

Well, it's not actually raining at this particular fucking moment, but neither is there the sun and warmth we were promised, as late as 2 ayem when I went to bed. Grey skies, and it's a mere 66F. I glanced at the weather for June over at TWC.com, day by day thus far and it looks like March, not June. Not even here in gloomy ol' Providence ( Read more... )

Yeah, so it's still not summer here in Rhode Island. It is, however, damp. And cloudy. 64F, with the humidity sitting at 82%. The world is mildewing all about me. And what I miss most are the warm summer evenings ( Read more... )

No writing yesterday. No, that's not true. I began one story, wrote about 400 words, then realized it was not the right story. So I stopped and began another story, which I hope will be the right story. "The Sea Troll's Daughter," and I wrote more than 500 words on it. But I'm pretty sure it was a false start. So, you figure it out. I have most of ( Read more... )

Yes, the rumors are true. Last night, I signed up for Twitter. I am now twatting. Or tweeting. Or twitting. Or what the fuck ever, as greygirlbeast. Yes, it's really me. For now. Yesterday, I began to wonder if I'd become like all those stabilists, back in the '50s and '60s, who still refused to accept the reality of plate tectonics, even when ( Read more... )

I have now been silent, aside from a couple of sneezes and the stray cough, for almost twenty-five hours. The first fourteen or so were the worst. Then, an unexpected calm began to settle over me. It's proving a very interesting experience.

The words began to flow again yesterday. It may have been telling the story of Sunday's outlandish ( Read more... )