A rainy night last night, a cloudy day today.

Yesterday I sat down and began work on what I'd hoped would be the first section of The Dinosaurs of Mars, "Black Noise (Boston, 1/5/2037)." But after about five hundred or so words, I realized that I was only writing a different version of the opening scene of "Galápagos." And, in truth, much of the ( Read more... )

Here's the punchline: I'm running late.

In place of an actual entry today, how about a sort of photo essay? I'll give you images, and you can use them to make a story of my yesterday. And I guarantee you it'll be a hundred times better than was my actual day.

First, stale Hell (return to form):

( Tuesday evening, 6:47 p.m. )

Not sure when exactly the phrase neurologically atypical originated, but it is surely one of the most absurd examples of newspeak I've ever run across. Anyway ( Read more... )

Day before yesterday...well, it was near twilight...we crossed the Providence River, which was frozen over. There were ducks and seagulls standing in the ice, gazing downwards, and I imagined fish underneath them, gazing upwards, making faces, mocking them ( Read more... )

I awoke this morning from a dream of a better life. I wasn't me. Now, it's fading, and I'm not sure who I was. There was a sinister edge about the whole thing, but still, she or he who was me was happy ( Read more... )

Comment today, kittens. It'll help ( Read more... )

And as you cross the circle line,
Well, the ice wall creaks behind.
You´re a rabbit on the run. ~ Jethro Tull

Comment, kittens! Comment!

1) Two "BIG" announcements today, and you might get one now and one later, or both now, depending on when and what I hear from my agent. But. I may proceed with Thing #1: Subterranean Press has begun taking pre- ( Read more... )

The more I listen to Brown Bird, the more they amaze me.

Two Worlds and In Between, deluxe and trade editions, is now officially sold out.

And tomorrow is the day. But if you get your hopes up so much you think I've been crowned Grand Xena She-Ra, Wonder Woman, Queen of the Known Universe the First, you have only yourself to blame for the ( Read more... )

COMMENT!

Well, our Indian Summer draws to a close. And I spent most of it sitting in this chair, and word from the front never came. As it were.

But, at least none of you have to remember President Humphrey K. Ludwig, or the mess that Irwin Allen made of Dr. Zhivago, or (and especially) about the science-fiction convention in Los Vegas (CONsino) ( Read more... )

It's already 1:39 p.m., because I was unable to get to sleep until almost 5 ayem, and because I awoke to fresh sorts of chaos. But what difference does it make, when I'm almost an entire month behind schedule ( Read more... )