Notes from my Bubble (4)

Still feeling pretty under the weather this morning. My hopes for a good Halloween/Samhain weekend are looking increasingly unrealistic.

Again, very little to say about yesterday. Too much of it was spent in bed. My mind is racing, ready to get started on this next novel, but the flesh is not so willing. I may not be in love with the act of writing, but this is even worse, being ready to get started and not being able to start. I dislike lingering on the threshold.

I've been told that the interview I gave WoW.com will likely go up on Tuesday. Truthfully, I think it's one of the most interesting interviews I've done lately, if only because I spend so little of it talking about writing.

I got a little reading done yesterday, Michael Cisco's exquisite "Machines of Concrete Light and Dark," from Ellen Datlow's Lovecraft Unbound. I've almost finished the anthology. I very much liked Brian Evanson's "The Din of Celestial Birds," and also Laird Barron's "Catch Hell." This really is a fine anthology, and I strongly urge you to pick up a copy.

I'm drinking blueberry juice, which isn't as good as you would expect. I think it falls under the category of "too much of a good thing."

The eBay auctions continue. Please have a look.

And here's the last set of photos from Sunday's day out. They pick up at Spooky's parents' place, and conclude with a marvelous sunset:

( 25 October 2009 )

The Longest I Ever Took to Post Photos

Last year, after we spent Halloween at the Steel Yard, I promised photographs, and for a solid year, they have been sitting on my iMac's desktop, unposted. Tonight, I chose eight and added them as a postscript to last year's November 1st entry.

By the way, tomorrow night is the annual Iron Pour, gates open at 6 p.m., performance from 7-8:30 p.m. I understand we are going to have bleachers this year.

And I'm feeling a little better. The weekend may not be a loss, after all.