Sunny here, but only 49˚Fahrenheit.

And I'll not say anything about that blue sky.

Yesterday, it was my intent to write ~1,500 words on Chapter Five of Fay Grimmer. But, instead, I began compiling and formatting the manuscript for the next short-story collection (coming in 2013, details TBA). Tedious work, but it left my mind free to begin moving ( Read more... )

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Vulcans. You know, because they have green blood. Because it's copper-based, and oxidizes green, instead of being iron-based and oxidizing red. And today is St. Patrick's Day. And I'm a dork. And...oh, never mind. Bad dreamsickness this ayem, but now I'm only manic, which is a vast fucking improvement ( Read more... )

This morning I am tremendously grateful to a particular editor, who has extended the deadline on my next short story from May 15th to May 31st. The last two days have been passed in the panic and cold sweat that comes when the words won't, and the deadline looms, indifferent to my inability to tell tales. And, actually, I'm going to set this new ( Read more... )

Mr. Spock and me, we go waaaaay back...

( Mr Spock )