Since our last episode, the proofs for the new Baen mass market edition of Carpe Diem landed here at the Cat Farm and Confusion Factory. We turned in the correx for that yesterday, and then commenced in to reading Trader’s Leap, which we turned in on October 1, because our input is needed for sell copy.
Today, UPS tells us that they will be delivering nine cases of Accepting the Lance. Steve and I will be signing and/or personalizing them as quick as we can, and putting them on the bus to Minneapolis, where Mr. Blyly at Uncle Hugo’s SF Bookstore will do the hard part — that being invoicing and mailing.
The local Festival of Trees will open at the end of the week, and the Plan at this moment is that Steve and me and the knee scooter will View the Trees on Friday. This depends somewhat on the weather, which has been rainy/icy/snowy by turns. Friday is supposed to be warm and sunny, so fingers crossed.
In between correcting proofs and reading Trader’s Leap for the first time, I have been working at making friends with my foot.
Yesterday was one month since I had surgery, so recuperation is at more or less the halfway point, and my foot — poor thing. It is well and truly a Frankenstein Foot, and will not, as I understand it, ever be a Thing of Beauty, except insofar as a Fully Functioning Foot can be said to be Beautiful. It doesn’t hurt — though it still looks as if it should hurt. It’s been through a lot, really, and I’ve been taking time to talk to it, and massage it, and reassure it that it will be back at work realsoonnow, better than before! The swelling’s going down — I can see the shadow of an ankle bone! — so I’m hinting at maybe buying it, and it’s partner, a new pair of shoes for Christmas. Or even — let’s get crazy! — boots.
. . .and that’s about all I have to report.
Everybody stay well.