Adventures on the road

So, yesterday I drove Kineo to Augusta, to, in fact, Charlie’s Subaru, in order to have Routine Maintenance done.

This may not sound like much of an adventure.  To fully understand how very adventuresome it was as an undertaking, you need to recall — or be told — that All of Maine is tearing up the roads.  Not only is this the normal and usual Summer Road Construction, but various town are installing gas lines, so additional roads are being torn up for that purpose.  In Waterville on any given day, all of the East-West roads may be closed, forcing one to drive through the towns abutting in order to get from one side of the city to the other.  This meant, among other things, that I had to choose my route to I95 with care.  My information was that the town, or the gas company, had finished with tearing up River Road, so I went that way, and picked up the expressway in Sidney.

For a wonder, the segment of the expressway from Sidney to Augusta was not under construction, so I didn’t get into real trouble until I reached Western Avenue, which is being Thoroughly Torn Up, and the turn into Charlie’s service area.

This is an important turn on a busy road, and in Rational Times, commands its own turn lane, and its own light.  And a sign on the wire that supports the traffic control devices, which says:

LEFT TURN ON GREEN ARROW ONLY

Except, someone, in their infinite wisdom, had wrapped about four hundred yards of black construction plastic all around the Left Turn device, meaning that there was no legal way to get into the service area, except to drive down into Manchester, and turn around.

Ahead of me, the traffic coming from Manchester stretched for miles (it’s a long hill; you can actually see for miles), packed like sardines.

I hesitated, wondering WTF?, and in my moment of hesitation an approaching truck stopped and flashed his headlights twice.  I seized the day, waved, and made the (illegal) left turn into Charlie’s, where I left Kineo in care of the service manager and retired to the waiting room to read in the lovely air conditioning.

One good thing about the waiting room experience — Charlie is remodeling his showroom, which the waiting room abuts, and the crew had moved the television Somewhere Else, leaving us four old women with our books in peace.

When it came time to leave, I had no fears of the light governing my turn onto Western Avenue; after all I would be turning right, and there was no law nor sign agin’ it.

My light was red, as I approached.  I stopped the car, looked down to take the lid off of my water bottle, and looked up again to find that my light was green, the car to my right on Western Avenue had stopped in good order, and a jeep breaking from somewhere in the pack, roaring up the shoulder, slammed into the planet-sized pothole next to the stopped car, lofted completely off of the road, slammed back down onto the road halfway through the intersection and tore off down Western Avenue for the space of about eight car lengths, because did I mention that Western Avenue in that area is being Thoroughly Torn Up, with heavy equipment, and huge holes in the road, and all like that?

My light was still green, so I made the turn.

On the expressway on my way back to Waterville, I almost got pushed off the road by a Wide Load veering suddenly into my lane, but that’s hardly worth mentioning.

Writing-wise, we’re in the home stretch. WARNING: Authors at End-of-Book tend to be cranky.  This is due, in part, from having to hold the Whole Freaking Book In Your Head At Once.  You should notice no difference in my usual demeanor.

Also?  I’m posting a snippet below.  If the snippet or any word contained in the snippet offends you?  Please keep that information to yourself.  Thank you.

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Progress on Dragon in Exile

102,000 out of 100,000 OR 102% complete

She had never seen that lamp before in her life.

In which the beat goes on

Still writing here.  Dragon in Exile currently stands at 100,716 words, and will require a few words more to reach the Thrilling Conclusion.  I had hoped that we would finish the Penultimate Draft by this coming Sunday, let it sit for two days, and then go through it with the red pen and tidy up, producing thereby the Ultimate Draft in plenty of time for its turn-in date of September 15.

It actually looks like we will meet this schedule.  If so, it will be the only thing about this book that has met any schedule or expectation.

Tomorrow morning, Kineo and I are going to the great city of Augusta, there to see Kineo’s tires rotated, her oil changed, and various parts lubricated.  I hope also to run her through the free car wash before coming home and writing some more.

. . .and that’s all I’ve got.

Hope everyone is enjoying these last few days of summer.

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Progress on Dragon in Exile: GOOD/Author Satisfied

“Are there any more of these that might menace you?”

“I imagine so, Pilot, but I don’t how many. I’ve always assumed as a general rule of thumb that there’s two more for every one I capture.”

Advert: House for Sale

Frequent auditors of this blog will recall that Steve and I are selling our house in the country in order to move into town.  The house really is in the country, about six miles from the Winslow shopping district, and sits on 1.74 acres of mostly wooded land.  We like birds and butterflies, so we made a deliberate effort to encourage trees and plants that draw them.

In Maine-speak, the house is a raised ranch, which means it’s a ranch house over a full basement.  The upper floor has three bedrooms (two now used as offices), a bathroom, kitchen, and living room.  We just replaced the old deck with a slightly smaller, roofed porch, which we’re enjoying the heck out of this summer.

Half of the basement is finished, with wood paneling and an “all-nighter” woodstove.  You can walk out of the basement directly into the back yard.

It is, let me say, a comfortable house, and I’m gonna miss it when we move, but move we must, for reasons that have nothing at all to do with the house.

So!  If you, or a friend, or a relative are looking for a home, ours is for sale.  Our real estate agent has put together a very nice virtual slide show, which you can look at, and share, here  There’s  narration, so you’ll want to have the speakers on.

PLEASE NOTE:  Several of the pictures include cats.  The cats do not (that’s NOT) come with the property.

 

Turkeys!

So, this morning, Steve and I were sitting at the kitchen table over our second cups of coffee, talking over the tasks unto the day and enjoying the company of sleepy cats in the sun, when there came a SHRIEK! from outside.  All the birds at the bird feeder flew into the air with a great crashing of wings and the SHRIEK! came again, followed by outraged clucking, and we got out on the deck in time to see three turkeys — one standing his ground, one in the air and flying for the apple tree on our neighbor’s land, and the third running through the briars and the brambles for the safety of the back woods.

One of the three lost a feather in the altercation, about 14 inches/37centimeters in length.  Here’s a picture:

Turkey feather
Turkey feather August 21, 2014 Photo by Sharon Lee

The guy who had not run or flown off, spent some time walking up and down the road, clucking and calling.  My theory is that he lost track of his lady-friend, who was, as far as I know, still in the apple tree.  Here’s a picture of the victor, taken from the safety of our deck.  You can also see a fallen apple.  The apples are the reason the turkey’s particularly like our little piece of Maine.  The gore on which our house (and our neighbors’ houses) are situated used to be an apple orchard, and there are old apple trees everywhere.

Turkey bereft. August 21, 2014
Turkey bereft August 21, 2014 Photo by Sharon Lee

In other news, Dragon in Exile (the penultimate draft) cracked 90,000 words yesterday.  This morning before I start work, the Official Word Count is 91,995.  I had a brief moment of frenzy in which I declared I would be free in only 10,000 more words, but I think that’s. . .optimistic.  However, the end is in sight.

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Progress on Dragon in Exile: GOOD/Author Satisfied

“Certainly, the philosophical aspects of our situation are piquant,” she said seriously. “We must, the two of us, sit down and discuss them thoroughly, some day soon.”

 

In which the author checks in

What on earth has the woman been doing? you ask.

Well, in-between getting thrown out of our house on a semi-regular basis in order to allow strangers to come through and upset the cats, and compiling a list of houses that we think might be possible to shift to, when the Time for Shifting is upon us. . .

Allow me to digress for a moment — we have a list of houses from low-cost to what we consider to be the highest mortgage payment we can afford (which is still manymanyMANY dollar$ below what the bank, in its financial wisdom, says it believes we can afford).  Houses keep coming onto and being voted off of the island, with the exception of. . .two, I believe, which have been there from the beginning.  Sadly, both are at the top of what we can afford.

The low-cost houses are generally in edgy neighborhoods and tend, as a class, to be ugly.  The high-end houses sure are pretty, but there is perhaps something to be said for not buying a house that our furniture will embarrass.  One of the things in common with all the houses, however, is the presence, in the kitchen, of a dishwasher.   This is particularly poignant as one of my early morning tasks today was to wash the dishes I didn’t do yesterday because I was writing.  I have never in my life owned, or used, a dishwasher, and I do wonder how I’ll know that I’m working without the validation of that sink full of dishes.

Well. . .changes.

So — back on topic — mostly what I’ve been doing is writing.  Dragon in Exile is due at Baen on September 15.  We sent a partial — about 71,000 words — to the cover artist, and I’m pleased to let you know that David Mattingly will be doing the cover.  We’re now up to, oh, 76-ish,000 words in the “final” pile.  I still have some stuff to write, in addition to having about 15,000 pre-written words in the bag, so we’re on track, even though the hood’s still up, there are pieces strewn all over the floor, and it all looks a fright.

I took a break yesterday to watch the stream of the Hugo Awards Ceremony from LonCon 3.  The stream was flawless (there was some crankiness because the film clips were not available to the stream, but, given last year’s bot-driven fiasco, I think the LonCon committee made the right choice).  For those who did not attend, or watch the ceremony, the final Hugo Award List is here.  Congratulations to all the winners!

And, now, having caught y’all up; I need to go Serve Feline Kind by cleaning the cat fountain, and then?  I need to do some writing.

What’ve you been doing that’s fun and interesting?

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Progress on Dragon in Exile:  GOOD/Author satisfied

“I must sleep more often,” Val Con said.  “Only see what prodigies I inspire.”

If you wanna be happy for the rest of your life, never make a pretty woman your wife

So, this morning, we were tossed out of the house asked to please vacate our dwelling for a 9 a.m. viewing.  Y’all know what this meant, right?

Right!

Governor’s for breakfast.

And coffee.

How much did we need coffee?  We nearly left the house without unlocking the screen door in front of the door where the Secret Realtor Key Cache is located.  That would have been fun, in its way, but we wouldn’t have been home to see it.

In any case, much in need of caffeine, we motored out to Governors, got the cups on the table, ordered, and were waiting for our meal to arrive when an. . .angry looking man strode into the restaurant from the back door, trailing behind him by a considerable distance was one worried looking early teen boy.  The boy caught up with the man at the front of the restaurant (where the hostess station is located), then came back down the aisle, went out the back door, and shortly returned, shaking his head.

PRO TIP:  If you are in a reasonably full restaurant in a small city in a nation bedeviled by random shootings in public places, DO NOT do the following:

Charge into the middle of the restaurant and shout angrily at the top of your voice “CHRISTIAN!”

Do not then compound your error by WHISTLING, and yelling “CHRISTIAN!” again.

Three of the waitresses lost five years apiece.  It’s to their credit that no one actually dropped anything.

The angry man then shoved his way down the aisle, past two old fellas who had come up onto their back feet to see what the hell was going on here, past the hostess, who was trying to offer help, charged out the back door, reappeared fourteen seconds (subjective time) later, tore back to the auxiliary dining room, screamed “CHRISTIAN!” again (in, perhaps, a spirit of democracy; why, after all, should the front dining room have All The Fun?), stormed down the front stairs, out into the parking lot, where he was joined by the first boy.  They got into a big, black SUV and roared away.

“Maybe,” Steve suggested into the absolute silence in the dining room, “he was being so quiet, they left him in Connecticut.”

People laughed, and settled back to their breakfasts.  When our waitress brought our meal, her hands were still shaking.

For the record, my Greek omelet was very good, but I probably shouldn’t have had that third cup of High Test.

Today’s blog title is brought to you by Jimmy Soul:  If you want to be happy

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Progress on Dragon in Exile:  GOOD/Author satisfied

A star went out in the firmament.

 

 

And, today. . .

I took all of my clothes that don’t fit me out of the closet, stripped them off the hangers and stuffed the clothes into bags to go to Goodwill.  This is the follow-up act to last week’s giving away of the coats that no longer fit.

Yeah, it’s a thrill a minute around here.

I also washed yesterday’s dishes, edited the chunk of stuff I wrote yesterday, did research on bolas, and will soon make the internet vanish so I can write New Things today.

The cats. . .are all sleeping as dangerously as possible.

And that?  Is all I’ve got.

No, wait.

I’ve got a snippet.

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Progress on Dragon in Exile:  GOOD/Author satisfied

“Is there any thing that I might find for you?”

“A wise man who has lost nothing.”

“I do not think that such a man exists,” he said, coming to his feet. “Yet, if he does, I dare not bring him to you.”

“Why not?” she demanded.

“For then he would lose his heart, and that would be cruel.”

Today, I packed a box

Don’t mock me.  It was hard.  Also, I thoroughly brushed Princess Jasmine Sprite, and! edited the 3,500 words I wrote yesterday (that’s not a bridge, that’s an interstate!), and in a few minutes I’ll do the dishes and then get back to work.

But!  Decluttering has happened, and I declare myself Mighty.

Here, have some pictures:

Decluttering the back wall
Back wall, about to be decluttered

The Before, of the wall over my Mozart’s rocker.  The shadow box is full of teensy, tiny, fragile, um…things.  All of which had to be removed, dusted, wrapped and put in the box.  I discovered that plushies make really good in-box shock absorbers

It was hard, but I am, as above, Mighty.

Back wall, decluttered
Back wall, decluttered

I then turned my attention to one of the several bookshelves in my office:

The bookshelf, about to be decluttered
The bookshelf, about to be decluttered

It comes to me that I have ‘waaaay too many stones, and seashells, and acorns — and that’s after the Lightning Decluttering a couple weeks ago when much of that stuff was swept off the table.  Also, the top shelf was home to a Whole ‘Nother Bunch of fragile, finicky things, including my poor, unglazed Llardo vulpine madonna and child; the Big Chunk of Glass with the flowers etched on it; the ginger jar with the dragon painted on it; several winged creatures; bottles; the Murano glass egg, like a zillion origami cranes (people give me origami cranes; no, I don’t know why, but I can’t seem to get rid of them, either). . .stuff that’s been with me for most of my life, come to think of it.  Thinking of it takes me to odd places, and I set some things aside for yard-saling or giveaway, but most of it? Yeah, I packed it.

I may be a hopeless case.

This is what the bookshelf looked like when I was done with it.  I trust that everyone Appreciates the artful arrangement of stones on the top shelf.

The bookshelf, decluttered
The bookshelf, decluttered

I don’t, however, want you to think that I labored alone.  Nothing could be further from the truth. Trooper was right there, pitching in.

Trooper pitches in
Trooper pitches in

 

 

 

Friday, thus far

So, the guy who was supposed to start work No Later Than 8:30 this morning Actually Arrived at 9:50, whereupon Steve and I had to Vacate the Premises so that the 10:00 Viewing of the House could happen.  We had a late breakfast at Governor’s in Waterville, then went to KMart in the sincere, but as it happens, mistaken belief that we could buy a coffeemaker there.  We wound up going to Target in Augusta for said Necessary Item of Auctorial Survival.  We arrived home just as our guy and his helper were cleaning up, did the inspection and the Paying of the Fee, and received the information that the 10:00 Viewing happened; as did the 11:00 Viewing.

I’m starting to think we need to install an Arrival/Departure board, and a Really Big Clock on the front lawn.

Anyhow, it is now, or very shortly, time to eat the midday meal, then I get to go back into town to get a Long Overdue haircut.  Then! The day being shot anyhow, we might Just As Well go see the evening 2D of Guardians of the Galaxy, making a Personal Best of FOUR trips into town in one 24-hour span. This strategy will allow me to lock the door to my office All Weekend and get some dern work done.

How’s your Friday shaping up?