Warmer again today, before it gets colder tomorrow. We had a hard rain all night, and it was good to hear. Currently, it's 41˚F, with the windchill at 34˚F.

I spent yesterday looking for a story I have not yet found. The older I get, the harder and harder it gets to jump right back into the next story immediately after finishing the last story. ( Read more... )

Sunny today, which it turned out to be most of yesterday. Currently, it's 79˚F, and we're supposed to go to 86˚F. Because Ernest Hemingway said to write about the weather ( Read more... )

Ugh. I think I slept maybe five hours. It's mostly cloudy here and currently 48˚F.

The next few days are gonna be photo heavy posts, while I adjust and try to get my shit back together - again.


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I think maybe the summer's heat has passed. The forecast for the remainder of this week is low eighties and seventies. Currently, it's only 81˚F.

And Tor has done their cover reveal thing for Agents of Dreamland. Please have a look. The novella will be out, in bookshops and online, February 28, 2017. Keep watching the skies. The cover is by the ( Read more... )

The weathermen are saying that it'll be 72˚F on Wednesday. We'll be heading to the shore to wipe the winter off our faces. Right now, it's 44˚F and sunny, which is an improvement over the weekend, at least ( Read more... )

A sunny and cold second day of 2016, and it makes me just absolutely frabjous, it does. Out there, the air is 36˚F, but feels like 30˚F. Someone who'd apparently never heard of windchill once asked me how I could tell how cold it feels, as opposed to what the thermometer is telling me. As if they didn't believe in Herr Fahrenheit, the Magical ( Read more... )

Fuck, I need a vacation. I should be putting photos in this entry, but I'm not, and I think that I'll blame my need of a vacation for my not bothering to do it. There's some talk that we may take the bus down to Manhattan for a couple of nights. That might be mildly vacation like, if we do ( Read more... )

For some reason I thought I could sit down and write a journal entry of substance. That now seems unlikely. It's snowing again, and it's 17˚F (with a windchill of 6˚F ( Read more... )

The sun and the blue are back today. And the view from the window nearest the table I'm using as a desk is guarded by oaks and pines and birches that draw branch lines across the sky, filtering its horrible intensity ( Read more... )

The sky is...blue. It's windy. All traces of the snow has melted away. The brief "warmth" of yesterday is gone and much colder weather is on the way. The stark delineations of bare limbs and rooftop silhouettes. Grey shingles and razor-white walls. A wisp of cloud. The world outside my office window ( Read more... )