Bitter cold here. I'm not sure how much snow we got yesterday and last night. A few inches. Currently, it's 17˚F, but the windchill is at 6˚F. However, the sun has come out, at least for now. There may be mores snow showers this evening ( Read more... )

I suppose it can be inferred by the lack of entries on the 2nd and 3rd that I got worse. Sicker, I mean. Well, I did. Today, I only feel a bit wrung out. A vast improvement.

So, no writing since Wednesday. I suppose that was my vacation for the foreseeable future. There was far too much of October lost to this, that, and the other. At the very, ( Read more... )

Fuck, Nirvana was a brilliant fucking band. Some part of me - the part assigned to divide wheat from chaff, has been slacking off. It's weird to go back to a band you listened to every day for years, but haven't listened to for something like fifteen years.

But, yes. We got summer. Hard. Presently 91˚F. Oh, wait. Before I go any farther, here's ( Read more... )

I'm resisting the urge to write more about Prometheus today. Specifically, I'm resisting the urge to vent spleen towards all the people who I've seen whining that the film lacked racial and sexual diversity. Right. Let's forget the captain and his copilot, who sacrifice themselves to save all of humanity - the former black, the latter Chinese. Oh, ( Read more... )

Yesterday, the temperature climbed near 60˚F here in Providence. Today, we'll be lucky to reach 44˚F. Presently, it's mostly cloudy and 43˚F (36˚F if you factor in the windchill). I noted that in Atlanta the temperature is currently 68˚F, and, yet, I'm still glad not to be there. I have rarely lived anywhere so bereft of a "soul" as is Atlanta. By ( Read more... )

The Weather Channel says "It's a perfect day to call in sick. Did we say that out loud? But seriously, the Northeast will enjoy a beautiful spring-like day." But when I look at today's forecast I see that the predicted high is a paltry 48˚F (it's presently 43˚F), with a mostly cloudy sky. Which to me, to someone who grew up in the South, is about ( Read more... )

Cloudy. Drizzly. 50˚F ( Read more... )

Some stuff I forgot to say this morning, and some more Dax. Because, like bow ties, she's still cool.

My two favorite photos of Danielle Dax, behind the cut:

( Blast the Human Flower and Onwards (With Screenplay Excerpt!) )

My journal entries have been a little long-winded recently, so maybe this one will turn out shorter. Or maybe it won't. But, the sun and warm air are back. The tree outside my office window is green.

Yesterday, I did 1,216 words on Chapter One of The Red Tree. Sarah Crowe, I fear, is going to be one of my most autobiographical characters to date. ( Read more... )

So, no small part of the exhaustion which I'm presently trying to recover from resulted from a seemingly endless series of rewrites to the Beowulf novelization, stretching all the way into June (the book was "finished" in February). These rewrites (and cuts) were made at the insistence of the studio folk, who were concerned that the way I'd written ( Read more... )