This sounded so good yesterday, I'm going to say it again today...

Have you PREORDERED? If not, please take a moment to preorder at least a dozen copies of the Alabaster: Wolves hardcover. Just kidding. Four will do. But, kittens, this is how you get more. Also, maybe we'll get a Dancy/Maisie girl-on-ghost action centerfold, if I ask Greg nicely ( Read more... )

Have you PREORDERED? If not, please take a moment to preorder at least a dozen copies of the Alabaster: Wolves hardcover. Just kidding. Four will do. But, kittens, this is how you get more. Also, maybe we'll get a Dancy/Maisie girl-on-ghost action centerfold, if I ask Greg nicely.

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If you don't think your life is worth more than someone else's ( Read more... )

How do I pray?*

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I don't read much fiction anymore. Spending too much of my life writing too much fiction has made it very hard for me to find fiction that doesn't bore me or piss me off. I try to read, the way I used to read, and, usually, all I can see is a flavorless mess that needs fixing. Because most authors are both dull and/or ham- ( Read more... )

A rainy, chilly day here in Providence. I recall when I was a child, and I loved this sort of day, especially later in the autumn. I don't know when or how I lost that love. It wasn't intentional. I don't know why these days crush me now. But here is the final day of September ( Read more... )

Yesterday, somehow, I managed - just 1,157 words. Which pushed me to Day 28, but only by virtue of the Word Bank. Having gone over the Fay Grimmer manuscript on Sunday, I'd realized something that had not yet happened need already to have happened, so yesterday I plunked it in between ms. pages 77-78, all those 1,157 words. It worked like seafloor ( Read more... )

Yesterday was what will likely be the last warmish vaguely summer-like day of the year, and I didn't go to the sea. I sat here, gazing out my window. But that's okay. We're probably due another warmish, vaguely summer-like day in June 2013.

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Oh, Bloom County, you were so very ahead of your time:

( TRIGGER WARNING FOR SQUEAMISH ORNITHOPHOBES! BEWARE! THIN ICE! )

Goodbye, Summer ( Read more... )

COMMENT!

Well, our Indian Summer draws to a close. And I spent most of it sitting in this chair, and word from the front never came. As it were.

But, at least none of you have to remember President Humphrey K. Ludwig, or the mess that Irwin Allen made of Dr. Zhivago, or (and especially) about the science-fiction convention in Los Vegas (CONsino) ( Read more... )

Oh my bloody fucking fuck. I am so fucking over this aging thing. I did something stupid to my hip...my FREAKING fucking hip...yesterday. Probably when I was trying to clean and reorganize part of my office, rearranging bookshelves in the vain attempt to turn that House on Ash Tree Lane trick and create larger spaces within smaller spaces. It didn' ( Read more... )

Chilly and mostly sunny here in Providence.

Gods, I slept almost eight hours. Not good.

Yesterday, fourth verse same as the first. Pretty much. It had skipped my mind, day before yesterday, that The Drowning Girl: A Memoir - like The Red Tree - contains fictions within fictions. That is, whereas The Red Tree contained "Pony," The Drowning Girl: A ( Read more... )