1. A few flurries Outside as I type. This is the north edge of the monster storm that walloped D.C. and Philadelphia yesterday. But we're not even expecting the tiniest bit of accumulation. Go figure.

2. The platypus says this is the best possible day on which to order The Ammonite Violin & Others, and being merely a lowly minion of the platypus, ( Read more... )

1. There were terrible dreams this morning; I'm trying to let them all go, forget them. The only good thing about today thus far is that I'm having coffee with chicory for the first time in many years. I've been craving it for some time, and Spooky came back from the market on Thursday with a can of French Market. So, yeah, that one thing, at least ( Read more... )

In a rush this morning, because I stayed up an hour too late, and slept likewise. So, I'm making this short. No, I really am. No kidding. Shortish, at any rate ( Read more... )

Definitely the sort of day for which Jethro Tull Season was created. 34F out there, and a sky so blue I am quite certain of its predatory nature ( Read more... )

A truly stunningly hideous dream this morning, even by my standards. So, just a tad dreamsick right now ( Read more... )

Home again, home again. Back to the scorch. Yes, the heat continues here in Providence, and likely that means this will be a somewhat meandersome, unfocused entry. Last night, at midnight, the thermostat inside was still at 87F, though it was in the mid seventies Outside. We expect some relief tomorrow, then cooler weather; the meteorologists say ( Read more... )

Yesterday, after I finally managed to deal with the great hillocks of email that had accumulated during the trip from Atlanta to Providence, and having learned that our furniture would not be delivered until this afternoon, we reluctantly got back into the car and headed west out of Providence. Oh, but before I tell that part, I should say these ( Read more... )

The last couple of days have been solid frustration. Sunday was good, and I did another 1,201 words on "Untitled Grotesque." But then the words wouldn't come on Monday, and yesterday was consumed with all sorts of the "busyness" that comes with writing, but is not actually writing. I hope to finish "Untitled Grotesque" today, if the words will come ( Read more... )

Sirens in the distance, but that's nothing unusual.

Yesterday, I did 1,180 words on "Little Conversations" (née "Salammbô Redux"), which will be appearing next month in Clarkesworld. So, a good writing day.

Later, there was Doctor Who; a fine episode, I thought. Martha Jones wins hands down over Rose Tyler, I fear. Others would say I'm arguing ( Read more... )