Kathryn and I have come down with something. A cold or something. I don't know. I seem to be feeling a little better, but I'm still wiped out. I lost all of yesterday, spent the whole day in bed. I fucking hate that. I cannot stand feeling so useless. Hopefully, today will be better ( Read more... )

The last thing before I woke, I dreamt it was raining brandy. Just a light mist. It's cool here today, currently 69˚F, and nothing's falling from the sky. It's that sky. You know the one. In the South, it rarely made appearances except in the autumn. Here, it's welcome all year round. Tie down your beds. Secure the roofs ( Read more... )

Right now, I'm doing my best not to go back to bed. Three nights of insomnia have me pretty much wrecked. That's probably one reason I've not been making entries. Not the only reason, but certainly a contributing factor. I'm a tuatara, out here. A horseshoe crab. A lingulid brachiopod. That is to say, a living fossil, as regards my blogging. Not ( Read more... )

I should try to write an entry, since I didn't yesterday. And time smears and blurs together unless I watch it every goddamn minute of every goddamn day. Hours become years, behind my back ( Read more... )

The perpetual daylight hangs on, but after the weeks of UV hell, it's a relief. A good long rain last night. A solid week of that and our drought would be lessened. Currently, it's 67˚F in Providence.

Yesterday was another day spent mostly pulling together the last bits of Beneath an Oil-Dark Sea. I chose the pages from Alabaster that will appear ( Read more... )

Cloudy and cooler today. The last couple of days have been brutal. Yesterday, the temperature in the middle parlour reached 86˚F. And the temperature in Providence on Tuesday climbed to 97˚F, with a heat index well over 100˚F. There was a little rain last night, but the drought continues ( Read more... )

The heat is back. Currently, it's 92˚F in Providence, with a heat index of 102˚F. The humidly is at 43˚F.

I'm trying to punch my way back into the screenplay for The Red Tree, which means, it turns out, tossing out some of what I've already done. Belatedly, I realize that the proper way of doing this may be setting the novel aside. The film cannot ( Read more... )