this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

Tuesday. ‘nother hot one, so say the weatherbeans. The AQI isn’t perilous, but it’s not pleasant, either.

Second good night of sleep in a row. I could get used to this, though I’m still a bit groggy, which I suppose indicates that the sleep debt has not yet been paid off.

Breakfast was a bialy with the last of the cream cheese and grapes. Second cup of tea to hand. Lunch — who knows. I have frozen dinners, or I could DoorDash — can’t skip, though. The late adventures have dropped me to slightly below my preferred lower weight limit of 160, so — no cheating.

My Big Plans for the day are!

1 Get the trash and recycling to the curb
2 Dispatch one’s duty to the cats
3 Call for a haircut
4 Work on the WIP

There’s needlework, which I missed last week. I’d really like to go this evening. I suppose I’ll see what the day has made of itself, after lunch before I make a decision.

All that said! What are your plans for the day?

Today’s blog post title brought to you by ee cummings, [i carry your heart with me(i carry it in]

Firefly and Rookie planning last night’s entertainment:

Books read in 2025

42  Regency Buck, Georgette Heyer (re-re-re-&c-read)
41  I Dare, Sharon Lee and Steve Miller (Liaden Universe #7) (page proofs)
40  To Hive and to Hold, Amy Crook (The Future of Magic #1) (e)
39  These Old Shades, Georgette Heyer, narrated by Sarah Nichols (re-re-re-&c-read, 1st time audio)
38  Faking it (Dempsey Family #2), Jennifer Crusie, narrated by Aasne Vigesaa (re-re-re-&c-read, 1st time audio)
37  Copper Script, K.J. Charles (e)
36  The Masqueraders, Georgette Heyer, narrated by Eleanor Yates (re-re-re-&c-read; 1st time audio)
35  Everyone Here Spoke Sign Language: Hereditary Deafness on Martha’s Vineyard, Nora Ellen Groce (e)
34  Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day, Winifred Watson, narrated by Frances McDormand (re-re-re-&c-read; 1st time audio)
33  The Wings upon Her Back, Samantha Mills (e)
32  Death on the Green (Dublin Driver #2), Catie Murphy (e)
31  The Elusive Earl (Bad Heir Days #3), Grace Burrowes (e)
30  The Mysterious Marquess (Bad Heir Days #2), Grace Burrowes (e)
29  Who Will Remember (Sebastian St. Cyr #20), C.S. Harris (e)
28  The Teller of Small Fortunes, Julie Leong (e)
27  Check and Mate, Ali Hazelwood (e)
26  The Dangerous Duke (Bad Heir Days #1), Grace Burrowes (e)
25  Night’s Master (Flat Earth #1) (re-read), Tanith Lee (e)
24  The Honey Pot Plot (Rocky Start #3), Jennifer Crusie and Bob Mayer (e)
23  Very Nice Funerals (Rocky Start #2), Jennifer Crusie and Bob Mayer (e)
22  The Orb of Cairado, Katherine Addison (e)
21  The Tomb of Dragons, (The Cemeteries of Amalo Trilogy, Book 3), Katherine Addison (e)
20  A Gentleman of Sinister Schemes (Lord Julian #8), Grace Burrowes (e)
19  The Thirteen Clocks (re-re-re-&c read), James Thurber (e)
18  A Gentleman Under the Mistletoe (Lord Julian #7), Grace Burrowes (e)
17  All Conditions Red (Murderbot Diaries #1) (re-re-re-&c read) (audio 1st time)
16  Destiny’s Way (Doomed Earth #2), Jack Campbell (e)
15  The Sign of the Dragon, Mary Soon Lee
14  A Gentleman of Unreliable Honor (Lord Julian #6), Grace Burrowes (e)
13  Market Forces in Gretna Green (#7 Midlife Recorder), Linzi Day (e)
12  Shakespeare: The Man Who Pays the Rent, Judi Dench with Brendan O’Hea (e)
11  Code Yellow in Gretna Green (#6 Midlife Recorder), Linzi Day (e)
10  Seeing Red in Gretna Green (#5 Midlife Recorder), Linzi Day (e)
9    House Party in Gretna Green (#4 Midlife Recorder), Linzi Day (e)*
8    Ties that Bond in Gretna Green (#3 Midlife Recorder), Linzi Day (e)
7    Painting the Blues in Gretna Green (#2 Midlife Recorder), Linzi Day (e)
6    Midlife in Gretna Green (#1 Midlife Recorder), Linzi Day (e)
5    The Goblin Emperor, Katherine Addison (Author), Kyle McCarley (Narrator) re-re-re&c-read (audio)
4    The House in the Cerulean Sea,  TJ Klune (e)
3    A Gentleman in Search of a Wife (Lord Julian #5) Grace Burrowes (e)
2    A Gentleman in Pursuit of the Truth (Lord Julian #4) Grace Burrowes (e)
1    A Gentleman in Challenging Circumstances (Lord Julian #3) Grace Burrowes (e)

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*Note: The list has been corrected. I did not realize that the Gretna Green novella was part of the main path, rather than a pleasant discursion, and my numbering was off. All fixed now.

like a tiger’s great-grandfather

What went before: And that’s the Author’s Afterword for I Dare written. I’ll go through it again tomorrow morning, make whatever changes seem good, and send it in before I get back with the WIP.

The plan for the rest of the evening is to go to bed early, and re-establish my fractured schedule tomorrow. Oh. And do the laundry.

Everybody stay safe; I’ll see you tomorrow.

Monday. Ruthlessly bright and already warm. We are under a Heat Advisory, today and tomorrow.

Station air is ON, and all curtains closed.

Breakfast was half a blueberry muffin and plain yogurt. Lunch may be Door Dashed. We’ll see.

First load of laundry is drying; second is in the washer.

I actually slept well last night, which isn’t something we’ve seen for a couple of weeks. I could really use a good run of Actual Sleep, as I walk the Tightrope of Exhaustion.

It comes about that I’m going to have produce the habit of having honey in my tea. There are reasons and they are good ones, however, absent an occasional spoon of honey in peppermint tea (which is AWEsome), I drink my tea as my coffee before it — black. Honey itself is not the problem; Steve left me several three pound bottles of very fine honey from a local apiary (this is aside my baking honey). My problem is that — it’s hard to manipulate a three pound bottle of honey to get a spoonful into a mug, and, also, that honey is — sticky. And it drips.

I have for the moment decanted a small portion of honey into a well-sealed glass jar, which makes it easier to dispense by the spoonful, but I feel I ought to look about me for a method that might be less drippy. Shopping!

Aside the laundry, and one’s duty to the cats, the to-do list includes reading the Author’s Afterword, making such corrections as may be needful and sending it along to Baen. I will devote the day after lunch to my poor, long-suffering WIP, and to staying out of the heat.

What are your plans, today?

Today’s blog post title comes from Pablo Neruda, one of Steve’s favored poets:  “Cat’s Dream

Waverings from magnetic north

Sunday. Sunny and said to be heading for warm.

Yesterday continued off-kilter, and it’s not too much to say that it actually went into a spin. Today I must and, she says determinedly, I will, write the Author’s Afterword for I Dare.

First, though, I need to find breakfast and make a list so that I may dash out to the grocery. I’m almost out of cat food, and that obviously cannot be allowed to stand.

How’s everybody doing?

Off-kiltering

What went before: So, today has been a mismash of working and laying around. I did get some WIP-reading done, and a lot more of lying in bed by turns listening to The Goblin Emperor (which I know so well I’m not stressed about missing things) and dozing. Back is still tender, but not so much as even this morning, so, yanno — progress progresses.

I’m hoping to be done with the worst of this particular brand of nonsense by tomorrow. fingers crossed

The cats are liking the lying in bed part of the day’s structure. I fear they’re going to be disappointed when the schedule returns to what I like to call normal.

I may try to get one more shift of WIP-reading in this evening. Or I may just watch the last three episodes of WandaVision.

Everybody stay safe; I’ll check in tomorrow.

Saturday. Cool-for-now and sunny. Windows in my office are open.

Woke up early and ill, but hey! At least my back doesn’t hurt. Currently sipping ginger ale. Trooper has had his morning gravy-with-meds.

I did watch the last three episodes of WandaVision last night. Pulling the witch out the hat was . . . facile, and honestly, I’m not inclined to follow Agnes any further down her road.

I’m actually amazed that Marvel tried to undertake a story about life-changing grief, and that they managed as well as they did. Even unto that very difficult — and correct — ending. And Wanda’s love for Vision did not allow her to remember/recreate him wrongly.

One of the things that we as writers do over and over is to use death as a plot device — the motivating force that triggers the Real Story. And while it’s true that the Lost Girl, the Dead Spouse, the Slaughtered Village releases a lot of energy, surely there are other means available?

Going back to Wanda — I’m interested in the smart girl with the bright red lipstick — Darcy? — who seems to be a continuing character. Does anyone know where I might find more of her?

And on that note — woman does not take her meds on ginger ale alone, so I’d better see what I can cobble together and call breakfast.

I expect it will be another Off-Kilter Day here.

What’s the day looking like there?

Rosebush proof of life:

Friday Office Still Closed

Friday: Office still closed today, for values of “closed” that include trying to find a way to read the WIP that doesn’t screw up my back again. I would hate to have to replace the comfy chair in my office, but that’s for later consideration.

I slept last night, and into the morning, ably assisted by rolling shifts of coon cats. Trooper and Tali are apparently the designated Morning Wake-Up team, and I variously had Rook and Firefly monitoring my morpheus ranges on the overnight.

I feel immensely better than I did at this time yesterday, which is kind of impressive, given my back still hurts. Yes, even after the steroid shot, which they gave me in my arm. The last time I had a steroid shot for back pain, they nailed me in my back. Understand, I’m not complaining, just curious.

I did manage to eat this morning, which was another thing I didn’t do well with yesterday. I have a hard time eating when I’m in “that much” pain. I will say, though? Those six packs of peanut butter crackers? Are lifesavers. I did manage one of those to buffer the naproxen dose last night.

And that’s my news.

What’s yours?

It gives a lovely light

Wednesday. Sunny, slightly breezy, warm, but not too warm. The windows in my office, the bathroom, and bedroom are all open.

My watch has been very upset with me — I’ve been burning the candle at both ends to hear it tell the tale — stressful days followed by nonrestorative sleep. It’s busted me back to 8.30 hours a night, and last night I tried to oblige it, ending up with 8.10 hours of — you guessed this already, right? — nonrestorative sleep. It wants me to rest and recruit myself today, but since it seems to think that sitting and reading is “stressful,” I’m not really sure what will make it happy.

That being the case, I’ve been sitting and reading the WIP. I’m taking a break right now to give the cats their late morning treats and to eat one of the cookies I bought yesterday — apricot/pistachio. Very good.

I’ll be going back to the manuscript in a bit and work until lunch, which will be — soup and a salad.

Yesterday, as I was out and about, I heard a woman ask a clerk in one of the stores if they had any “green amethyst” jewelry. Since I thought I knew that there was no such thing as “green amethyst,” I drifted over and added my plea to hers. We were presented with several sets of earrings set with a extremely pale green stones — so pale that you had to stare at them to convince your eyes that, yes, they are green. Or maybe yellow.

The clerk having been called down-counter to answer someone else (leaving us along with (if the price tags were to be believed) a cool two grand in earrings), the woman who had first called for them confided that she had bought a “green amethyst” bracelet from this very story, but had lost it when it slipped of her wrist. She also allowed as how hers had been “bolder.”

We both declined to buy; I packed up the earrings, put them back into their box, gave them to the clerk (Virgo, here; sorry), and continued my perambulations.

So, here’s the thing: amethyst is quartz. Purple quartz, because of the inclusion of iron in the crystals. The thing that’s being called “green amethyst” is green quartz, made green by the inclusion of chlorite in its crystals. So! Purple quartz = amethyst; green quartz = prasiolite. Not “green amethyst.”

I won’t add “fight me,” because I’m sure someone will.

My cookie is gone. O! Woe! And also? Time to go back to work.

What’s happening with you on Anything Can Happen Day?

Today’s blog post title brought to you by Edna St. Vincent Millay, “First Fig

Cat census:

Like a small earthquake

What went before: So, everything except the writing corner is more or less good to go. I have one more bill to pay, and the afterword to write. Afterword may not happen today, but that’s OK. I know what I want to say, and by definition, it’s not a long piece.

It’s in my mind to take tomorrow off, really, and go down to Rockland to the Farnsworth Museum (which for some reason, I thought was open year-round, but it closes for the season at the end of September?). This will get me (1) a ride (2) salt air (3) art (4) if I play my cards right, breakfast or lunch (or both?) out. All of those things are wins and are known Soothers of Frazzled Writers Surnamed Lee Who Reside at the Cat Farm and Confusion Factory.

This will mean I can sit down and start reacquainting myself with the WIP (again) on Wednesday. I do have some minor commitments, but nothing Epic, like, say, driving to Baltimore or proofing a novel, on the calendar until, oh, Albacon, where I have volunteered to be a Zoom panelist, and to do a reading.

I can feel my blood pressure dropping already.

So, that’s the plan, insofar &c. Happy Hour is coming up in an hour or so, and that will be tools down for me as well.

Everybody have a good evening. Stay safe. I’ll check in tomorrow as can.

Tuesday: So, a nice day was had by … me, actually. As it happens, I didn’t eat out at all — breakfasted at home so Trooper was sure to get his morning meds, and second breakfast. Then, I had half a quiche in the fridge, so I just took a piece with me for lunch, which turned out to be a GOOD idea because I found a place at a park adjacent to the public dock, which is where Steve and I usually stopped in Rockland, and ate my lunch to a new-to-me view of the harbor, in the sunshine, and I need to get better about remembering to wear a hat. But!

The Farnsworth Museum is a very nice museum spread over three buildings and some storefronts on Main Street. I wandered the museum, then Main Street, bought cookies at the Atlantic Bakery, since I am tragically out of cookies at home (I also need to make my own cookies; it’s not like it’s hard), and ate my lunch as reported.

Then, I went to Camden and got my passport stamped at Reny’s.

It was a day of meeting old friends, the first of which — I’ve been listening to the 60s station on Sirius XM, and I hate to tell you how many of those songs I know the words to. Add these to the songs at play from Classics Vinyl and Rewind, and I could probably do Great Things with my brain, if it wasn’t stuffed full of song lyrics.

But, anyway — on the way over to Rockland, I heard a song I haven’t thought of for … ever — Neil Diamond’s “Brother Love’s Travelling Salvation Show,” which, yes, I knew all the words, OK? — and I can’t tell you how fond I used to be of the Brother’s little sermon, which was produced before people stopped believing that kind of thing.

Inside the museum, met a painting of Marshall Point Light — and yes, I did embarrass myself by saying aloud, “Marshall Point Light!” — and then embarrassed myself again by laughing out loud — there’s a full-sized Langlais camel in the museum garden. I had just recently seen a much smaller one at the Langlais Exhibit in Waterville — and I didn’t know they came in sizes!

I also listened, and watched an illustration being painted, to the story about how Glooskap (Klooskap) invented the arrow, and Mount Kineo of the most perfect stone for arrowheads, which all the Abenaki people knew (this last part is true. It’s well to question Glooskap closely on these matters.), and watched a demonstration of arrowhead napping. This was a video in the Abenaki Room, and well worth the watching.

So, anyhoots, home again, where I fed Trooper some gooshy food and myself some ice cream from home stores (Gifford’s Black Raspberry Chocolate Chip). I debated going to needlework tonight, but I think I’ll rest at home, by which I mean check what I’ve printed out of the WIP and if it is, indeed, the Most Current or if I need to print a new edition to read.

So! How was your day?

Today’s blog post title from, what else? Neil Diamond, “Brother Love’s Travelin’ Salvation Show

Photos on the day:  The view at lunch; camel, large and small; Marshall Point Light.  Oh, and the morning rose bush.

I could hide ‘neath the wing of the bluebird as she sings

What went before: Done, compiled, and gone.

All that’s left is to write the Author’s Afterword.

I believe I may do something irresponsible and have an early glass of wine and watch Wandavision.

Monday. Slightly cloudy, and cool at the moment, and the windows in my office are open for the cats, and fully occupied. They’ll be closed later, when it gets hot. That’s the windows, not the cats.

Trooper has had his first envelope of gravy and is asleep in his box on my desk.

Waiting for my tea to brew. First breakfast will be Skyr.

Today is Chores and writing an afterword. I Dare of course was the Seventh Book — the last in the orignally-planned series. I’m now working on Book 28.

I watched . . . three? episodes* of WandaVision last night and I’ll be continuing. I finished Dr. Who last week, I guess, and I have come to the conclusion that I Do Not Get Dr. Who, which is fine. I believe it consistent with other conclusions in re Dr. Who that I made in the past.

My intention had been to cancel Disney after I finished Dr. Who, but it renewed for the month before I finished, thus WandaVision, which makes much more storytelling sense to me than the Doctor, for all he’s cute as a bug.

It’s been my policy of late to avoid Marvel movies, because My Ghod and Little Green Apples (apologies in advance to all who think they’re the bee’s knees) they’re irritating. I think the last Marvel movie I saw with Steve was Captain Marvel, in an empty theatre — and it was fine. And we did watch Black Panther here at home, somehow. But a little of Tony Stark/Cap/The Hulk/Thor/etc goes a long way, and the flipflopping characterization — never mind. Just went off Marvel movies, is what I’m saying. (I also went off Star Wars movies. Three was more than enough.)

All of the above is to make the point that I have no idea who Wanda — or Vision — are in the universe outside of the sitcoms they’re hiding in. I DON’T WANT to be told who are they, or their backstory, because, so far at least, the story is interesting on its own merits.

So! While Disney has my money — are there — how do I say this? — any other Marvel movies that are Interesting, Not Irritating, and Don’t Hinge Everything  on an intimate knowledge of 400 interwoven films? You may include Marvel projects, as long as they meet the criteria Thank you for your recommendations. I realize this may be a touchy topic, so I also thank you for your continued civility in any discussion that follows.

(I realize the above may sound snooty from someone working on the 28th book in a long and involved universe, but visual storytelling frustrates me at the best of times; I depend on text to remind me of important events/people, and I use text to remind readers of same. Film is all forward motion. Also, why are the damned things so dark? Ahem.)

My Disney Watchlist, which may or may not give a range: (Encanto and Free Guy: I already watched these, but I may want to watch especially Free Guy again.) Shang-Chi, Mulan live action, Ms. Marvel, The Light Shop, and two Fantastic 4 movies (no, I don’t know why).

I think that’s all that’s going on at the Cat Farm today — chores and more chores.

What’s happening at your house?

Today’s blog post title comes to you via WandaVision and the Monkees “Daydream Believer
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SPOILER:
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The twins have just been born and Vision is starting to smell a rat.