It's cloudy, and I didn't sleep enough. I went to bed plenty fucking early, but then woke, inexplicably, at 9 a.m.

Yesterday brought me a mere four pages from the end of Part 3 of Alabaster: The Good, the Bad, and the Bird, which is to say, yesterday I wrote pages 16, 17, and 18. Today, I'll finish. And on Friday, we leave for two weeks in the ( 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... )