Being who I am, and with all the attendant trouble and chaos of my mind, it isn't good to be awake before Kathryn, awake before most of the city, awake before most of this street. But something woke me about 5:30 this morning, and I finally gave up trying to get back to sleep. I wasn't well, and my busy mind wouldn't have let me rest, I think, even ( Read more... )

Overcast, misty, cold. Currently, it's 44˚F, with the windchill at 39˚F. I've already been out, and I can report back that there is nothing whatsoever about this day to distinguish it from January, and certainly not from December, not in the quality of light, not in temperature, not in the smell or taste of the air, not in the presence or absence ( Read more... )

The spring has come to be the worst of it, which is antithetical to everything I used to feel about the progression of seasons. Once upon a time, before Providence, it was always a matter of surviving the winter - late November, December, January, the first half of February. And then there was spring. And spring was sudden and green and warm. By ( Read more... )

I woke to snow. Not much of it, and it's mostly melted away. But it's the insult to the very idea of April that counts here. Though, I've learned that Yankees, on occasion, do take their April with ice. Currently, it's 38˚F, but feels like 28˚F. Yes, this is spring.

I began a piece yesterday, based on the Vince Locke illustration that I posted ( Read more... )

I just sat here and talked (worried) away the hour I should have used to write a journal entry ( Read more... )

I awoke to fog and clouds and snow scabs. The slow melt continues. Back towards the woods, away from the cabin, the ground is still completely white, or very nearly so. We are only five days from April. And I'm sure there's still a lot of snow lying about in Providence. Currently, it's 46˚F here ( Read more... )

Sunny today, and I don't have to put a phrase to that sky for you to know what I think of the murderous thing. Maybe I'll spend the day pretending it's April.

Somehow, I managed to sleep about eight hours last night, which hasn't happened in weeks. At least weeks. I wish I could say it left me feeling rested, but quite the opposite seems to be the ( Read more... )

Dorothy Parker ~

Symptom Recital

I do not like my state of mind ( Read more... )

A sunny morning here in Providence. The office window (well, one of two) is open, and there's a Siamese cat sitting on my desk, watching whatever there is Outside to watch.

Today will be a day on which I make a new beginning for the Next Novel. That's my hope.

Yesterday, conversation about The Wolf Who Cried Girl, and I answered a great mass of ( Read more... )

Just thought I'd get in a couple of shorts as the month ticks away:

"The Two Trees"

Beloved, gaze in thine own heart ( Read more... )