Overcast here and 65˚F.

Yesterday was all packing, and now my office is essentially finished. Today, I need to try and start writing something for Sirenia Digest 149. I had planned to use the second half of ""The Eldritch Alphabētos" for that issue, but now I think I'm going to hold off on that until after the move, probably for 150 in July ( Read more... )

Currently, it's sunny and 32˚F here in Providence. The windchill drops us to 27˚F.

Almost against all odds, I actually had a good Christmas. But I worked hard at it. The fifty-two cards I received from readers helped a great deal. Fifty-two, from all around the world! When I requested cards, I never imagined that so many would arrive. So, I think ( Read more... )

Rainy and cool today. Presently, it's only 72˚F here in Providence.

After about four hours sleep, I awoke to a pair of emails from John Bruton of Shrewsbury, Pennsylvania, who writes,

I am about halfway through "Red Tree" and am having a difficult time moving forward. I had read your short story Pickman's Other Model (1929) in the collection "New ( Read more... )

Last night, I slept more than eight hours, the best night's sleep I've had in many months. So, four consecutive nights now, and I feel almost decent.

But I'm running late, so this is going to be short.

It's overcast again today, which is really for the best. I can't take that sky today. Currently, it's 54˚F here in Providence ( Read more... )

I have a vicious sinus headache that's been with me since I woke up yesterday, and last night I accidentally left the refrigerator open, and pretty much everything has to go. So, pain and annoyance. And wasted food ( Read more... )

Cooler weather. Currently it's only 77˚F and partly cloudy. We begin to approach green autumn.

Yesterday I wrote 1,017 words on Agents of DreamlandAnd I'm feeling bad about how often these entries are so very, very short, how my LJ entries of late don't bear much resemblance to the more meaty entries of years past. But the truth is that readership ( Read more... )

The thing about not making a journal entry for many days on end is that, well, when you finally make one you have created - in geological terms - an unconformity, a break in sedimentation, a black space in the record, a gap - and all gaps yearn to be filled. Nature abhors a void and what have you. But, I don't have the time, and my memory's ain't ( Read more... )

Sunny and the sky too blue.

Yesterday, I needed to be out of the House. That may or may not be the same thing as needing to be Outside. We got out flu shots. The we stopped by Paper Nautilus Books, where, thanks to the Great Purge of 2014, we still have over $500 in credit. I picked up three books - Walking on Eggs: The Astonishing Discovery of ( Read more... )

It doesn't seem to matter that I'm almost fifty. It's still a big let down when promised snow fails to materialize. Like today. Three to six inches were forecast. But something went awry. I suspect the ground is just a little too warm. So, the snows falling, but it's mostly melting on contact. No snow day. Get up. Go to school ( Read more... )

My body decided it only needed five hours of sleep. They were five good hours, true. But my mind is not so happy about my body's decision to wake at 8 a.m. We shall see how this goes. Poorly, I predict.

No writing yesterday. Not a surprise there.

Today I was planning to begin the third chapter of Cherry Bomb. Yesterday, I got an enthusiastic ( Read more... )