The misery of March continues, though we did have a brief bit of sun this morning. I slept an almost unheard of eight straight hours, then woke to unexpected, unforecast sunlight. But it was gone by 9:30 a.m., and the moldy blue-grey blanket of clouds smothered the world again. Currently, it's 40˚F, but the windchill is at 32˚F. I haven't left the ( Read more... )

“The mere passage of time makes us all exiles.” ~ Joyce Carol Oates ( Read more... )

Currently 81˚F in the house, and 82˚F outside the house. Our multitude of fans are spinning. But at least I'm not cold. I might have slept two hours last night. The Seroquel has been leaving me both foggy and tense, and I didn't take it last night. So, no sleep ( Read more... )

The sun is out today, as it was yesterday. But today there's not so much of the gnawing breeze. Yesterday was cold, despite the sun. Today is almost warm. Okay, let's not get carried away. It's only 59˚F. On April 12th. Spring is hardly even a rumor. Where do the kids up here hide Easter eggs, when there's no grass or weeds or green bushes? Under ( Read more... )

Somehow, I made it to this side of yesterday. The day is overcast, and it's currently 44˚F. At least it's warmer than yesterday.

At least.

For now, the anger has ebbed. I'm just tired and depressed and a little strung out.

Bill Schafer has given me permission to add two or three additional stories to Beneath an Oil-Dark Sea, and I know one will ( Read more... )

Today is the day. Which feels quite a bit weirder than the day on which my last few prose books were released. Which is to say, Alabaster: Wolves #1 is now on the shelves of fine comics shops everywhere and available via Dark Horse Digital. And wow. Like I said, weird. But I won't belabor it. The weird. Belabor the weird, I mean. I only ask that ( Read more... )

Thanks for yesterday's comments. Comments are good (as opposed to the jabs and baited, snarky nonsense that led to me making my Facebook "friends only"). I like comments. They're one of the things I'll miss about the day-to-day journaling ( Read more... )

Well, we did get a dab of snow, but it all quickly melted. So, no harm done.

1. Yesterday was another day of editing. I thought I was done with the manuscript for Two Worlds and In Between, but then I realized there was, inexplicably, no story for 1998. So...I asked Bill if I could add one, and he kindly consented (all this was in yesterday's ( Read more... )

Slowly, slowly, spring is coming to Providence. I try not to think how fast it must be coming on in Birmingham, and Atlanta, and Athens. Here, it comes slowly. And I am here, and, in all ways, that's better than my being in Birmingham, or Atlanta, or Athens. But the slow-coming spring, it's still odd and difficult, especially after a winter like ( Read more... )

1. Yesterday, I began the second piece for Sirenia Digest #51, and wrote 1,011 words. I think I'm liking it. It was inspired by something I saw at Beavertail on Sunday. Also, Vince is working on an illustration for "The Eighth Veil," so the issue is coming together, and should be out before the end of February ( Read more... )