Crazy fucking cold here today. Indeed, I haven't felt this sort of cold since last March, when we were staying in Neil's mountain cabin and a wendigo knocked out the power the night before I had to be in Manhattan for a reading. Currently, here in Providence we still have a windchill warning - third day, I think - and the temperature is only 1˚F, ( Read more... )

If I don't leave the house today - and I know that I won't - it will have been ten days since last I left the house. Doesn't help that it's cold as an Xtian's tit out there, currently 27˚F.

Yesterday, I wrote pages 11-15 (manuscript pages 19-26, 1,433 words) of Alabaster #4. Not leaving the house is great for productivity. Just fuck all for ( Read more... )

And here it is the second of Hallowe'en, and on this day one year ago I was in Portland, Oregon, Guest of Honoring for the Lovecraft Film Festival. In fact, on this night a year ago I gave the speech that was recently published in the fifth issue of The Lovecraft Annual. I'm having one of those "How can a year have already come and gone?" days. ( Read more... )

Caveat: No one is going to read this, and no one is going to comment. (This is an expectation, not a command ( Read more... )