Month: January 2012

Pollyanna, Eleanor H. Porter (e)
Chimera, Rob Thurman (e)

Chimera, Rob Thurman (e)

I am reminded that the Hugo Award Nominations are now open.  If you were an attending member of RenoVation last year, or are a supporting/attending member of Chicon this year, you may nominate works for the final ballot.  If you want to play, here’s the link

Lee and Miller, and Miller, have several works eligible  for nomination.  They are:

Short Stories:
“Guaranteed Delivery,” published at Splinter Universe on September 12, 2011 (Now available in eChapbook  Courier Run, available from the Kindle Store, the Nook Store and from Smashwords)

“Russians in My Head,” by Steve Miller. Published at Splinter Universe on October 31, 2011; available to be read for free

Novelettes:
“Kin Ties,” published at Splinter Universe, August 12, 2011 (Now available in eChapbook  Courier Run, available from the Kindle Store, the Nook Store and from Smashwords)

“The Space at Tinsori Light,” published at Splinter Universe on November 10, 2011; available to be read for free.

“Intelligent Design,” published on the Baen Website in July 2011. Compilation of all the free Baen stories here (free download).

Novella:
“Skyblaze,” published by SRM Publisher, Ltd., February 2011  (Now available in eChapbook  Sktblaze, available from the Kindle Store, the Nook Store and from Smashwords)

Novel:
Ghost Ship, Baen Books, August 2011.

So, this morning, up betimes, oatmeal, coffee, mail check, off to gym.  A beautiful, sunny, warm day (43F/6C), there are a couple piles of snow here and there, but mostly there’s grass, and dry, dusty road.

Do the gym thing, come home, head full of  Theo.  Steve is on his way out.  My car needs windshield washer fluid.  There’s a jug of the stuff  ’round back of the house.  I head out to get it, down a long, grassy slope of ground that’s mud just under the grass and frozen just under that half-inch of slidey, slidey mud.

Get to the back of the house, which is in shadow.  The grass is suddenly crunchy with ice, I head down the hill toward the woodpile and the jug of washer fluid. . .

You see where this is going, right?

The mitzvah is that I didn’t break my arm or sprain my wrist or — avert! —  break any fingers.

What I did do is sprain my ankle.  A bad sprain, I’m told.  Which is good.  If you’re going to sprain your ankle, I always say, sprain  it like you stole  it.

. . .or something.

Anyhow, Steve came and levered me up, all over mud that I  was, and eased me back up the hill and into the car and off we merrily drove to the ER, for Xrays and whatnot.  I am now richer by a pair of aluminum crutches,  an air cast, and a bottle of vicodin, of which I have taken one, and there’ll be no more of that on the morrow.

I find that I am extraordinarily graceless on crutches; a menance to cats and man.  I will, I expect, be a denizen of the couch for the next two or three days.  Need to get Steve to copy Dragon Ship onto The Leewit’s SD card so I can get back to work.

Thanks to the vicodin, I’m taking the night off.  Double words tomorrow, that’s the ticket.

In the meantime, I started reading Rob Thurman’s Chimera at the ER, and I do believe I’ll continue on with that project.

Question for the Linux gurus who read here:  Gmail is scolding me and letting me know that the  Firefox on The Leewit is too old to talk to, and has busted me back to HTML.  Since one of the reasons I have The Leewit is so I can deal with writing and correspondence while we’re traveling, I need a fully functional Gmail.  I downloaded the newest Firefox for Linux, but!  I don’t know where it downloaded to and, for bonus points, I don’t know how to install it.

Help?

 

Well, well! 2012, hey?

So far, so good.

We slept in this morning.  When we did eventually rise, Steve made us a wonderful breakfast. After, I did the first run through the accountant’s tax questionnaire, then sat Staring Into Nothing™ and occasionally scribbling notes for the next chapters of Dragon Ship.  I make it to be five more Scenes to be written (of which I only need to write four, while Steve writes number five).  How many chapters — or words — that will actually work out to, I have no idea.

I have been hitting that daily 1600 word quota (1634, 2034, 2091, for those playing along at home), which is good, because 1600 was based on the book coming in at 100,000 words, and?  I think it’s gonna be longer than that.

You’d think I’d have this stuff down by now, wouldn’t you?

This morning, I also did a little web-exploration of Chattanooga, since (asyouknowBob), we’ll be going to Chattanooga in the very near future.  I’m happy to report that there are two! carousels in Chattanooga — a new, endangered species carousel at the zoo (which is open all day, every day from 9-6); and a restored 1900s carousel at Coolidge Park — which is also open!

It must be lovely to live in a clement state.

So, anyway,  back at the computer now, having enjoyed the marvelous dinner Steve cooked for us, and getting ready to get to work just as soon as I hit ‘publish’.

How’s 2012 shaping up for you?