August 4th, 2005


Heat, and the Shrill Scream of Cicadas.

Here in Atlanta, it's High Summer, and it feels like it. As much as I love summer and detest cold weather (Spooky and Nar'eth both say I'm an idiot), this is the time of year when I begin to wish for a few October days — cool and dry. Presently, the humidity is a mere 64%, but it feel at least twenty degrees damper. One never feels dry in weather like this.

Yesterday there was a lot of email, including business with my agent, and we did the final read through on "Night" (I made a few more changes). Lots of work, but I've not written, sensu stricto, since the 29th when I finished Chapter Seven of Daughter of Hounds. So, I should begin something new today. If I'm truly going to wait about finishing the novel, and I think that I am (for all those reasons previously stated), then today I need to begin work on a new short story. No museums, no seedy bars, no afternoon matinees, no internet porn (er...pr0n), no lying around complaining about the humidity all day long. I have to write something. It might be sf. It might not. It might be anything at all.

I've just learned that The Decemberists will be here again on the 29th of September, playing The Tabernacle, and I really, really want to go. It's rare, these days, that a band moves me to a) want to leave the house and b) put up with a crowd of people to see them play.

Has anyone else noticed that Yuna, Rikku, and Paine (Final Fantasy) are, respectively, alternate-reality counterparts of Blossom, Bubbles, and Buttercup (The Powerpuff Girls)?

I've been meaning to repost a link to the Bookslut interview, just because.

I haven't mentioned eBay in a couple of days, so I suppose that I shall have to mention it now. eBay. These days, it's really helping to keep the bills paid, keeping the proverbial platypus off the streets, allowing me to turn down those lucrative offers to write Star Trek: Enterprise novels, and so on and so forth. So, have a look, please. Bid, if you are so inclined. "Buy it Now" if you're that sort of nixar (or garda). Marvel at our speedy and friendly service. Tell all your friends. And I will sit here and begin a new story, and the world will spin, and Great Cthulhu sleeps, dreaming in his palace in R'lyeh, and all will be well and good and anguilliform. Thank you.
  • Current Music
    The Decemberists, "The Bagman's Gambit"