So, today was about 45% of a decent day. And then there was all the rest of it, which varied between meh and only just endurable. And it was stormy all day. It's still storming. Or storming again. We had a break for a few hours. Our high was a paltry 80˚F, and it's currently only 67˚F ( Read more... )

I've lost the first week of May. I've lost months. Likely, I've lost many years. But I've certainly lost the first week of May ( Read more... )

Colder again today, but knowing that spring is near helps.

Here's a nice little write up from "The Agony Column" regarding the forthcoming third edition of Tales of Pain and Wonder. The piece was posted way back on November 11th, but I only just saw it yesterday. Obviously, I don't agree with its take on the cover of the Meisha-Merlin edition, but ( Read more... )

One reason I have so few days off is that it's too easy for them to turn into Bad Days. Which only almost happened yesterday. I may not love the work I do, but at least it keeps my gnawing mind occupied. It seems that I am incapable of simply resting, no matter how exhausted I might be, mentally and/or physically. My mind will not be idle, and if ( Read more... )

Yesterday, I wrote 885 words on "The Ape's Wife," finally finding THE END. The total word count for the story comes to 8,683 words. But, fortunately, I have a very understanding editor, and he was cool with the extra 683 words. I am not yet entirely certain how I feel about the ending. This story first occurred to me as a 2-3k-word vignette for ( Read more... )

Despite getting a very late start yesterday (a bit after 3 p.m.), the writing went well. I did 1,186 words and finished the new piece. No longer is it "Untitled 24." Now it is "A Season of Broken Dolls." Anyway, you can read it in Sirenia Digest #15. Today, I need to start the second piece for #15...something short...an actual vignette, I think. ( Read more... )

The writing at last went well yesterday, the first truly good writing day I've had since January 31st. No forced march, though. Still, I did 1,355 words on a new SFish piece for Sirenia Digest. Something that presently has no title. Something I almost did not even begin writing, it seems so grim, and I don't wish to be grim right now. But I'm ( Read more... )

There are no words left to express his staggerment, since Men changed the language that they learned of elves in the days when all the world was wonderful.

We came across that sentence while reading The Hobbit last night, the scene where Bilbo first gets a good look at Smaug's hoard, and it just floored me. Not only is it a grand sentence in its ( Read more... )