Year: 2011

As promised, the stove guy was here at 7 a.m. He unhooked the stove, and moved it out to the deck (a moment of silence, during which we’re all grateful for the NEW deck, which is up to bearing the weight of the stove), where it now stands, covered over with a tarp.

The floor guys and girl arrived at about half-past-eight and commenced in moving the refrigerator to the living room and the microwave to the counter, taking doors off of hinges and baseboards off of walls. They made a pattern for the kitchen floor, tore up the hall carpet, stapled quarter inch plywood over the old kitchen floor and in general made the cats very nervous.

Tomorrow, they’ll be back, they say, to glue down the kitchen floor, take up the living room rug and lay new carpet down the hallway and in the living room. They say they will finish this project by end of day tomorrow.

May it be so.

In other news, it turns out that I can proofread, but I cannot write, while staples are being shot into plywood at 200 rounds per second, so I’m about half-way through the Carousel Tides galleys.

And now? I’m going to Home Despot.

Eat your hearts out.

So, the revisions on the first half of Dragon Ship — I have no idea what I’m doing. Move on — nothing to see; this is normal.

Also? The page proofs for the mass market of Carousel Tides arrived this morning. Due back in North Carolina on November 21. Which means they have to be in FedEx’s hands at 4 p.m. on Friday. Good thing I’ve perfected the art of reading in my sleep.

Oh, and the floor guys will be here tomorrow, directly after the stove guy, who’s due in at 7 a.m.

Gah.

It wasn’t…quite…snowing yesterday. On the other hand, that sure was some thick rain. And then last night’s wind kicked the bird feeder off the corner of the deck where it had been sitting, while we await the roof and a More Permanent Dining Solution for the winged dinosaurs. Kicked it quite a way, actually. I’m impressed.

Yesterday being Friday and Veterans Day, Steve and I went to the gym together, then headed over to Home Despot (Yes. Yes, we are living in Home Despot lately. Your point?), then to the light house in Waterville, which is not called The Light House, but Ghod, She knows what it is called. We determined there that we have different requirements for a floor lamp and went off to eat lunch and discuss the philosophy of illumination.

After lunch, and deferring the purchase of a lamp for another day, we headed to the shopping center on the other side of town, to pick up a couple things at the grocery store before going home. There, we found that Cacciatore’s Italian Steakhouse (which we knew was moving into what we had hoped was a second location in Fairfield) had Quit its prime shopping center location. And when I say Quit, I mean, they’ve completely pulled out — sign, bar, and mirrors. There’s not even a note on the door directing folks to look for an opening in a new location. I find this. . .troubling, and hope that the new location can be opened quickly, and that they can sustain the loss of business while they get everything set up.

In the meantime, the new-kid-in-town Italian restaurant, down on Waterville Main Street — which I haven’t eaten in yet, because they don’t care to serve when I care to eat — has apparently woken up enough to start offering Monday-Saturday lunch from 11-2.

So, anyhow, groceries on board, we got on the way to the Cat Farm, and suddenly realized that we might look at floor lamps at Fortin’s Furniture, which was right on the road home.

We did this thing, finding that, despite our luncheon discussion, we were still divided by a fundamental belief of what a floor lamp is, and were on the edge of leaving the place, when I saw — a floor lamp.

THE floor lamp.

A tall, curved shine of bright nickle with a single brilliant bowl dangling from it, like a hake from a hook. I went over to look, enchanted, Steve, following, and I daresay not nearly so enchanted.

My goodness, what a wonderful lamp.

But, wait; there’s more!

The little sample room in which this perfect paragon of a lamp was a player, consisted of a sable brown loveseat with an attached chaise, and oodles of brown, orange and yellow pillows. Of course I fell in love immediately, and wished to tell the hovering salesperson to pack the entire room up so we could take it home, but cooler heads prevailed.

*sigh*

I suppose it’s for the best. It would only come down to my having to arm-wrestle the cats daily for the use of the chaise…

On the writing front — I have, as advertised, received the first half of Dragon Ship from the lovely and talented Mr. Miller and have commenced in with Doing My Thing. I may be scarce in these parts for the next while, because of this circumstance. Do make yourselves at home, and remember that the cats outvote you.

For those who missed the news, “The Space at Tinsori Light” is now online. If you like the story — or any of the other several stories on-site — please consider donating. If you are one of the many folk who have already donated to our efforts at Splinter Universe, we thank you very much.

…and now?

Time to get to work.

Hokay, so!

Story and Writing Stuff:
“The Space at Tinsori Light” is up at Splinter Universe, for your reading and donating pleasure. But that’s not all! Also posted? Is the outline. Go! Read! ROFLYAO!

I’m going to go out on a limb here and predict that “Tinsori Light” will be the last story we post at Splinter Universe in 2011.

Why? you ask.

Well, because the front half of Dragon Ship has landed on my desk, so that I can do that thing that I do, while Steve motors on with the back half.

In addition to getting Dragon Ship outta Dodge, Necessity’s Child (formerly known as George) has itself a looming deadline, which will need to be dealt with Pretty Dern Soon.

So, we’re going to be focusing on novels and deadlines and Things Like That for the next, oh, couple, three months. Word counts aren’t going to make much sense at this stage in Dragon Ship’s life because I’m going to be doing line-by-line stuff, and shifting stuff around, as and if needed, all of which is of course fascinating, but not exactly a spectator sport.

House stuff:
The guy from Dead River will be here to disconnect the stove from the propane Monday at some hour of the morning that I absolutely refuse to believe in. Hot on his heels will come the floor guys, who will take two days to rip up the existing floor coverings in the kitchen, living room and the hall, and put down new.

To the best of my knowledge and belief, the floor guys are the penultimate home improvement folk of 2011. The deck guy is supposed to come back to put the roof over the deck, and he promises this before the end of November.

That’ll be it for house stuff until next year, when we count our pennies and see if we really can proceed with the remodeling of the bathroom.

Deliveries incoming:
Word has come in that my copy of Off the Grid Abney Park’s newest CD has been packed!

In addition, CDBaby assures me that the Gypsy Nomad’s Thread and Stone is “on its way to you, in our private CD Baby jet on this day, November 10, 2011.” I love CDBaby.

We also have coming to us the 2012 Moonlight calendar. I believe this will be the 27th year in a row that we have purchased a Moonlight calendar. Even in years when we had nothing, we scraped together enough to give this ourselves as a Yule present.

Two pair of earphones are on their way to the Cat Farm, so I can have a pair in my gym bag and one in my travel bag, and so can Steve. We are profligate, yes.

SRM Stuff:
Shipping stock to its new home continues, in and around Everything Else.

Travel, Near and Far:
November 17, we’re going down to Bowdoin College to give a talk.

November 25 (the day after Thanksgiving), we’ll be part of a multi-author signing at the Portland Public Library.

January 20, 2012 we’ll be at Chattacon

And now? I think it’s time for lunch.

A day of excitement and civic duty, here in Central Maine.

First, fortified by coffee and an excellent omelet produced by Steve, we went to the polls. Which were not crowded at 9:00ish, but not deserted, either. We cast our ballots, collected our I Voted Today! stickers, signed the petition for marriage equality (“That means,” said the man guarding the table, “allowing gay and lesbian people to marry. And divorce, too. Please read the petition and assure yourselves that this is not a trick question.”)

After that…we got rid of forty-nine zillion returnables at Joka’s, said Hi to the boss, Joe Karter (JoKa’s, get it? No? Does it help if you know that the pronunciation of the last name, in Mainer, is KAtah?) and zipped up the street to the post office.

Mail collected, we went to Juliet’s Bakery, chatted with the boss-lady, bought some cookies and eventually sailed up the hill to Home Despot. We took on blinds for the window over the kitchen sink, as the blinds that had been covering the window over the kitchen sink did not survive their removal for the painters. Also, AA and AAA batteries. We looked at rugs while we were there, since we’ll need a rug to go under the kitchen table, and located several good candidates. Had to come home and measure, to be sure, so another trip to Home Despot in our near future.

Back down the hill, into town, with a stop at The Framemakers to congratulate Amy on her new house; then to Childrens Book Cellar to exchange /g/o/s/s/i/p industry news with Ellen.

We then ran out to the Waterville Humane Society, in Oakland (Yes, the Waterville Humane Society is in Oakland. It used to be in Waterville, but the facility was inadequate and the land in Oakland was, I believe, donated.) and visited the cats. They have many fine and pleasant cats at the Humane Society at present, though none that stepped forward and made a case for joining the Cat Farm. The most likely candidate was Gabbie, a crazy quilt Maine Coon Cat done all in autumn brown, gold, and black. Miss Gabbie resides in solitary splendor in a cage in the hall, rather than in one of the community rooms. Before coming to the shelter, she had apparently never seen another cat, and did not take well to suddenly being introduced to a dozen at once. Needless to say, a new recruit to the Cat Farm must play well with others, since others we have. So, even though Gabbie immediately crawled into my lap when we (with staff permission) opened the cage, curled up, and commenced in purring, we did not bring her home. I hope that someone else will find and appreciate her, and be able to bring her to a house where she’s an only cat and properly honored.

And I feel terribly bad for her former owner, who turned her in, it said on the info-sheet, because she couldn’t afford to keep her anymore.

. . .

Stopped for lunch at the Weathervane and came on home, where I’ve spent the late afternoon paying bills and assorted whatnot.

I also printed out Dragon Ship, to date, as it has landed on my desk, while “Tinsori Light” has gone over to Steve.

I know some folks have asked for the unused chapters on the Mystery Disk to be posted to Splinter Universe. That’s not a bad idea, but it is complex in execution, and will therefore need to wait. Press of other bidness.

And now, I need to do some more bits of housekeeping before I call it a day.

I hope those reading in the US voted today; and I hope that everyone had a pleasant day.

Survived Day Two of being Exercised.  Set up the Great Disconnection of the Stove with Dead River for 7 a.m. of the day that the rug guys are supposed to arrive at 8.  Split second timing, let me show you it.

The rest of the day?  I sat in front of the computer and goofed off.  Now, it’s time to get productive and get me some dishes washed.

And maybe a glass of wine.

Progress on “The Space at Tinsori Light”
8,021/8,000 words OR 100.26% DONE

*thud*

Out into the world not as early as planned, and first to the Waterville Humane Society to drop off the many extra cans of wet cat food.  Late start that we got, we were still too early for the cats to be at home to visitors, which was probably just as well.

From the cats to the floor guy, where we talked about rugs and vinyl flooring some more, looked at samples, and made choices.  The theory is that a crew will be out on the 14th to commence ripping things up and laying things down. This timing depending on whether Dead River can be brought out to disconnect the stove from the propane tank before deconstruction starts.  I also need to call the painter and see if she can give me some of the stain she used on the baseboards, because (surprise!) the floor guys have to take up the baseboards.

Who knew?

I really think that these projects would be a lot harder on us if (1) we had actually stopped to think about what they would mean in terms of Household Disruption and, (2) if we had One True Vision to which the finished products Must adhere, or All Will Be Ashes.  My bottom line is that it look nice, and — especially in the case of the deck — is non-lethal.  Beyond that — and the fact that I’d really prefer not to have a rug colored eggplant, and I’m so sick of orange shag I’m ready to tear out the existing carpet with my bare hands — I suspect I don’t really care as much about the details as I ought.

After we finished setting up things with the floor guy, we came home, stopping at Mum Mum Asian Sandwich Shop to pick up lunch (fried dumplings and a spicy chicken wrap) and bring it home.  Mmmmm.

As you might imagine, we were quite worn out by our labors, not to mention lunch, so we had a nap, and, upon rising, went to work.

Having now finished today’s work, I’m outta here.

Hope everyone had a pleasant Saturday.

Progress on “The Space at Tinsori Light”
5,268/8,000? words OR 65.9% complete

For good or for ill, friend or foe, Tinsori Light was towing them in.

Remodeling Report

The painters have finished their part of the puzzle, and have departed, cash in hand.

The deck arrived in safe mode last night — decking, stairs (with bannisters!), and a rudimentary rail.  Today, the guys are working on putting in the balusters, setting up the supports for the roof, and fixing the. . .untidiness that came from ripping the old deck out of the vinyl siding.  There was a brief, bright rumor suggesting that the roof would also be done this weekend, but…alas.

Tomorrow morning, Steve and I will go see the floor guy.  Might be we can get the new floors in next week or the week after.  Still looking at Thanksgiving for the Makeover to be complete.

This part of the makeover to be complete.

Rolanni Does Exercise

As reported elsewhere, I survived my first visit to the gym.  In about an hour, I walked two miles, and did what are probably pretty minor exercise sets on various bits of equipment with names like Ab Builder, Chest Press, Lateral Pull Down, Leg Press, and my hands-down favorite, the V-Crunch.

While I’m pretty sure that I’m going to regret all this virtue tomorrow, I hope to have forgotten the aftermath by Monday, so that I can go in for Session Two.

State of the Cats

Mozart is in his hammock in the living room, Ignoring the deck crew.  Scrabble is in the rocker in my room, ditto.

Potential Tragedies

It would appear that, in all the excitement, I have misplaced the Calendar that Rules.  This is potentially very tragic, indeed, but I can’t seem to work up a screaming fit of panic about it.  Somebody take care of that for me, ‘k?

Discovered Awesomenesses

A postcard addressed to Steve Miller of the Owings Mills Millers, date-stamped Portland ORE 3 Apr 1988:  Dear Steve & Sharon — Bravo! Bravi! I look forward to Reading You!!  Cheers from Ursula — which had fallen behind a bookshelf, and was rescued by the Magic of Remodeling.

Deliveries Delivered

Steve’s canvas shirt from Cabela’s and my awesome Clearance Sale denim-lined-with-fleece shirt (honest to Ghu, $20?  I shoulda bought two.) have arrived and have been found Satisfactory.

DVDs:  The Last Starfighter (25th Anniversary Edition!) , Short Circuit (because, yanno, Number Five is alive!)

Deliveries Outstanding

“Off the Grid,” Abney Park’s newest CD.

Tasks in Process

The laundry has grown teeth and a tail.  Steve waded in and began with the slaying this morning.    He also made us a tasty spaghetti dinner.  Mmmmm, spaghetti.

Lee and Miller Upcoming Appearances

We’ll be giving a talk at Bowdoin College on Thursday, November 17, and! (because we’re insane) we agreed to participate in a Maine Writers Group Booksigning at Longfellow Bookstore in the Old Port on November 25, aka Black Friday.

Writers Doing Crazy Things

What’re y’all looking at me for?

With 9 days to go! C.E. Murphy’s Kickstarter Campaign to fund the writing of the Walker Papers novella “No Dominion,” has $11,799 in pledges.  Not too bad for an original $4,000 goal, eh?  But wait!  She’s just $201 shy of a bonus level that would put a limited, signed trade paper edition of “No Dominion” plus the bonus companion stories triggered by previous bonus levels.  Go over and take a look, why not?

As many of you know, the third book in Laura Anne Gilman’s Vineart War series came out just last month.  (If you haven’t read these, you really should — Flesh and Fire, Weight of Stone, The Shattered Vine.)  However, Laura Anne found, as authors often do, that there are more stories in the universe than there was room for, in the novels.  And there’s one very compelling, very important, story that she’d really like to tell you.  “From Whence You Came” is the name of the proposed novella.  If you want to know more, you want to go here.

Musicians Doing Ditto

Frenchy and the Punk’s BIG Music Project, to produce two CDs of their work, surpassed the $4,590 goal.  But!  They only asked for half the cost of producing the CDs.  The whole cost would be $9,180, and they’re a slim $450 from funding the whole project.  Their campaign goes over on Monday, November 7, so you need to act quick if you want to be a patron of this fine duo.

Writing in Process

Dragon Ship, sequel to Ghost Ship
Necessity’s Child, sequel to nothing, a Tree-and-Surebleak story
“The Space at Tinsori Light,” short story destined for Splinter Universe

Writing Waiting in the Wings

Trade Secret, sequel to Balance of Trade
An as-yet-untitled-short-story for the Baen website in July

What was on that 3.5 inch disk, anyway?

The Mystery Disk described earlier this week proves to contain what is probably a Very Early Draft of Carpe Diem.  There are chapters that never got used, and some chapters which didn’t get used in Carpe Diem, but did, in Plan B.

. . .I think that’s caught everybody up.

What’s happening in your neck of the woods?

Got a couple pieces of news before breakfast that have put me in a rather low mood.  You’d think the universe would have the decency to wait until I’d had at least had one cup of coffee.

In remodeling news — the old deck is gone; the new deck is framed in.  We’re promised a railing — or possibly a partial railing — and floorboards today.

The painters are even now doing battle with the kitchen.  It’s possible that the kitchen’s winning.

The cats are deployed to their waiting-out-the-painters positions:  Mozart occupying the bottom of the bed while Scrabble holds the high ground of the file cabinet in my office.

Progress on “The Space at Tinsori Light”
2,694/8,000? words OR 33.67% complete

This, thought Jen Sin yos’Phelium Clan Korval, is going to be. . .tricky.