Checking in. It just started raining. Sounds like tonight’s gonna be noisy but not horrible (40 mph winds, heavy rain, but landfall to the south). Some guy’s outside, bragging it up how bad it is, when the parking lot’s full of cars of people who didn’t evacuate. So tough there, buddy.
Right! Ray and I are in Tampa, which means we’re in the path for Hurricane Ian. We were in St. Pete next to the bay, but now we are further away from the water, around Busch and 50th. We are near the top of the one hill in Tampa and are not actually in an
Writers venting destructively about writing. Rant follows. Sometimes I see meme-type (not personal) posts venting about writing on my feed that are fucking stupid and worse than unhelpful, outright destructive of writerly sanity and joy. I’ve learned to leave those posts alone. I can’t make the people sharing these things stop hurting themselves through the
One of the things I’m doing with these daily reports is working on trusting my voice. I’m having a bad day with that on the fiction side today; it feels like I can’t write for shit. I mention this not because I need the fainting salts, but because it’s pretty normal. Hey! Just because you
Another good bit from exercising this morning, this time from yoga. I’ve always struggled with keeping my balance. This morning, I’m doing a half-assed, one-legged tree pose and I suddenly start saying, “I’m *going* to fall. I’m *going* to wobble and I’m *going* to fall.” At that point, my wobbling got worse but I didn’t
[This was the first post in what would become the pretty epic saga of recovering from a bad marriage, reclaiming friendships, rebuilding my body using yoga and walking, and writing a book. It’s still ongoing as I type this, but this is the first post, originally from Facebook, that I can find.] This morning’s “out
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What to do with an entire National Guard Regiment of Black soldiers from Harlem in WWI? Loan them to the French. The Harlem Hellfighters were born.
I have a new horror short story out! It was originally published in my newsletter as part of a “How to Write a Short Horror Story” article, which is now posted on my other blog, Writing Craft. Driving halfway across the country, somewhere north of New Orleans, bored, radio dead, and your passenger asleep. The
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The Angel of the Crows by Katherine Addison My rating: 4 of 5 stars Sherlock is an angel, not fallen, definitely not fallen, in a London where a wide variety of supernatural elements exist. The Angel of Crows is a collection of intertwined episodes, which is similar to a collection of short stories, yet structured
