Life is still happening; as ever, a two-edged knife. In the midst of it all, I have been doing. . .Stuff
Among the various stuff is Writing Stuff, naturally enough. I wrote a scene in which two characters I had despaired of getting together meet naturally and cleanly, and even for reasons Dictated By The Plot. This probably pleases me much more than it should, but writers are odd creatures, with strange pleasures.
I have started the short story commissioned by Baen.com in support of Neogenesis, and have figured out how to accommodate an editorial suggestion, which also pleases me, since, frankly, I didn’t think there was any way in heck. . . But, there, writers are odd creatures, with sideways minds that occasionally work for the common good.
I converted one more eChapbook to a paper edition — that would be Technical Details: Adventures in the Liaden Universe® Number 21, including “Landed Alien” and author-favorite “Eleutherios”. Here’s your link.
My standing desk conversion arrived, with the sooperdooper floor mat. I’ve been liking it in the standing position, but — alas! — my chair doesn’t rise high enough to make it perfectly comfortable to engage with while seated. I shall seek out a cushion.
Also! I have been remiss in reporting here that “Wise Child,” was chosen by readers — out of a VERY stiff field! — as the Best Military and Adventure SF of 2016.
The Readers Choice Award was presented at the Baen Traveling Roadshow at DragonCon over this past weekend, Jim Minz accepting for Lee and Miller. Photographs were allegedly taken, and will be forthcoming.
The prize is a plaque and $500.
Thanks to everyone who voted for Tolly and Disian. Steve and I are very proud authors, indeed.
And, now!
I need to do some chores and go to town before the thunderstorms start again.
Everybody stay safe.
FWIW, which isn’t a lot, I find Tolly to share a number of characteristics with young Jethri — particularly, the willingness to jump and down shouting ‘Me! Me!” whenever you have an idea in search of a carrier.
I look forward to more of his encounters, and eventual defeat of the Lyre Institute. Question: is the homonymity of the institute’s name deliberate, or simply a bit of great serendipity?
Happy accident, I fear. Hereabouts, we pronounce that “leeeer” rather than “liar”.
Have you considered adding a cat or three to your desk chair? Their floofiness might be sufficient padding.
But Shirley, what guarantee is offered that they would stay still for even a paragraph, let alone a short story or novel?