Wednesday Writing

Wednesday. Gloomy with intermittent snow. Warmer than yesterday, but not warm.

Rook joined me for my early sunlight and tea. Tali would like to join me, but she can’t figure it out yet. We’re all a Little Much for Tali, I fear.

Breakfast was oatmeal. Lunch will be store-bought spinach quiche and a side of soup. Oven heating for the quiche now. Did Session One of the PT homework.

Wrote a couple thousand new! words this morning. Which — one of the good things about the Write What You Know Method, beside racking up a lot of words early, is that, while you DO have to do a fair amount of timeline-wrasslin’, and build bridges, the bridge-building is mostly smooth, once you’ve figured out what the story is about.

Yes, I do keep saying that.

The plan for the remainder of the day after lunch is to do my duty the cats, take a short walk, and get back with the WIP. And do Session Two of the PT homework; I’ve come to like doing that after I’ve served up Happy Hour.

Tomorrow, I have PT early, a haircut scheduled mid-morning, and I really do need to get to the grocery. And probably the post office.

Meet ‘n Greet with the new Town Manager in the evening. I have a ticket. I’m starting to waffle on Do I Really Want To Go. It’ll probably come down to how’s the weather?

The cats are all back in Steve’s office, snuggling into warm spots. It goes without saying that they were a great deal of help during the morning writing session.

So! How’s everybody doing today?

The Cold Errands

Tuesday. Sunny and cold. Trash and recycling at the curb. Breakfast was cottage cheese with canned peaches and toast. Reward for getting the trash and recycling to the curb in 2F/-16F, cookie with second cup of tea.

Lunch will likely be the last yam in the larder, which ought to be a song. Looks like I will be hitting the grocery this morning, too. How the errands do pile up.

Eye doctor appointment in an hour. Need to write a couple checks so I can throw them at the post office along with my holiday cards while I’m out in the world.

Finished Tie Me Knot, which brings me to 60 books read this year. In 2024, I read 61 books (including Diviner’s Bow TWICE), so I’ll probably match last year.

I do believe I will be scheduling a read of the Liaden Universe novels, in publication order, for 2026. I have never read the series straight through, though I’ve obviously read older books as they came up for reprint, so this will be … an experience.

How’s everybody doing this morning?

Books read in 2025

60  Tie Me Knot, Allie Brahms (Ghost Cupid #1) (e)
59 Emilie and the Sky World,(Emilie Adventures #2) Martha Wells (e)
58  The Thursday Murder Club, Richard Osman (e) (bkclb)
57  The Bookshop of Dust and Dreams, Mindy Thompson (e)
56  Remarkably Bright Creatures, Shelby Van Pelt (e) (bkclb)
55  Hunting Ground, Patricia Briggs (Alpha&Omega 2)(re-read) (e)
54  Cry Wolf, Patricia Briggs (Alpha & Omega 1) (re-read) (e)
53  Alpha and Omega, Patricia Briggs (Alpha&Omega.5(re-read) (e)
52  Blind Date with a Werewolf, Patricia Briggs (e)
51  The Women, Kristin Hannah (e) (bkclb)
50  Emilie and the Hollow World, (Emilie Adventures #1) Martha Wells (e)
49  Black Tie & Tails (Black Wolves of Boston #2), Wen Spencer (e)
48  Shards of Earth, Adrian Tchaikovsky(The Final Architecture #1)e)
47  Hemlock and Silver, T. Kingfisher (e)
46  Outcrossing, Celia Lake (Mysterious Charm #1) (e)
45  Outfoxing Fate, Zoe Chant/Murphy Lawless (Virtue Shifters)(e)
44  Atonement Sky, Nalini Singh (Psy-Changeling Trinity #9) (e)
43  Stone and Sky, Ben Aaronovitch (Rivers of London #10) (e)
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.

This too shall pass

Monday. Sunny and jeez it’s cold.

Got up at Stoopid O’clock, drank tea with the Happy Lite. The look! on Rook’s face when he realized I was Sitting In The Sun, and immediately jumped up to hold my lap against all comers, which was of course a reverse treat when I needed to get up. Breakfast was the last of the unfrozen broccoli/potato/cheese soup. Lunch was a microwave box of something or nother — beef and veggies.

Got a little writing done but spent most of my morning wrangling the damn timeline. Went from having too much time not having enough time. Right on Schedule. And it is by These Signs that Ye Shall Know Your Book is Progressing.

Trash and recycling in the garage, awaiting tomorrow’s march to the curb. I gave up and put flannel sheets on the bed, and also taped the snow rug to the nonslip backing.

Need to do some banking, then I’m going Round Two with the timeline wrasslin’.

Tomorrow, I have my annual eye appointment in the morning, needlework in the evening, and the post office somewhere in-between. Maybe the grocery, too. I’ll check. Not supposed to snow again until late Tuesday. Wednesday is a writing day. Thursday PT in the morning.

Thursday evening is Meet ‘n Greet the new town manager in the evening. I wanna talk public transportation. If you’re grounded for health or other reasons in this town in winter, you’re outta luck. The taxis are even worse now than they were when I was volunteering at the hospital, and it was stupid, then. The mobility bus will stop for you, but only if you call them ahead of time; there’s no, like, route. I realize this is not unique to Waterville, but — damn, it’s sad. And don’t Uber me. Just — don’t.

How’s the week starting out for you?
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So, today started out rocky, but got better as I kept putting one foot in front of the other. Possibly timeline wrasslin’ is a tonic.

I do understand how risky it is to say things like this, but — I think I have a handle on the timing, and there’s enough time for the things that need to happen to actually happen, once We All Agreed that That Thing There was not an immovable object. In Point of Actual Fact, there are exactly two immovable objects in this Entire Novel. (I mean, granted, there is one thing that it would hurt to move, but even it isn’t immovable, and? It doesn’t have to move, so — go, me.)

In other news, I forgot to call about a haircut again. Sheesh.

I got two cards in the mail today. Clearly, these people are overachievers, and I appreciate their efforts. I do like to get cards.

The coon cats are having Happy Hour, and I should probably get something to eat, being as I’m kinda bushed over here (ref rising at Stoopid O’Clock).

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

Pictures of coon cats here.

Today’s blog post title brought to you by OK Go “This Too Shall Pass” with commentary.  The song’s OK.  The commentary is hysterical.

Sunday Spin

Today — that would be Sunday — has been very strange and dislocated.

I got up what counts for “late” nowadays, declared to myself that I didn’t want to eat breakfast, I didn’t want to sit with the sun lamp, life was ashes, and everything a waste of time. Yeah, I know, but Brain Spin doesn’t make sense. It just Spins.

I managed to talk myself into a cup of tea with the sun lamp by mentioning that I had to fill in my calendar for next week, so I knew where I needed to be when (next week being a thought difficult), and was thus not a waste of time. So, I got my 30 minutes of light. By then, it was really getting on, but I plea-bargained breakfast by pointing out that, by eating late and large, I could have a small, late lunch.

Hit the office a little after 10 and wrote until 3 (and this is how I wrote a book last year. No Brain Spin while writing.) Then I had my promised snack-called-lunch, changed out the cat fountains, did my duty to the cats and — that’s gonna be it. No, I did not do my PT homework. No, I did not take a walk. Nor did I throw myself off a high building, so I’m calling Life and me even on the day.

The cats have been keeping close; both Rook and Tali tried to figure out how to sit on my lap while I’m typing, but neither could make it work. Firefly, not being a lapsitter, kept watch from On High.

I have, for what its worth, figured out why this rough patch, now. December 5 would have been when we knew for sure that the meds weren’t going to work, surgery was not a thing, and the downhill slope was one way.

It’s nice to have a mystery cleared up, I guess.

Well. I still have tomorrow clear to write. Hopefully, with less spin.

Everybody have a good evening; stay safe.

I’ll check in tomorrow.

City Life

Saturday. Grey and intermittently snowing.

I’ve been up since way too early. Sat with my sun lamp, did the morning PT homework, oatmeal for breakfast, threw in a load of laundry, got with the WIP. Taking a break now to make rice and to heat up some soup for lunch. May add in half a sandwich, for, yanno, variety.

So! Let me tell you about last night. Around 10 pm, I’m finishing up reading my chapter and drinking my mug of tea and I hear a WHOMP from outside. I figured a tree limb had let go, and started to get up (which meant shifting Tali and Firefly) when I heard the sound of metal being hit and dragged, and I thought to myself, “Oh-oh.”

Opened the curtain and looked out. There was a car pulled to the curb, going away from town, and a largish dark pile in the lane going into town, and as I’m getting the curtain all the way out of my way, another car drives toward town, makes no effort to avoid the large dark pile of what I’m now tentatively thinking may be a deer, or — worse — a human — and drags another piece of metal with them. This car at least pulled over.

In the meantime, somebody from the car at the curb, who apparently hit the very largish dark pile while it was still moving, comes back to the scene, and a car heading out of town pulls to the curb, and somebody gets out of it. Both of these folks had their phones in hand. Someone from the car that had not avoided the pile came back down and handed what looked to be a good-sized piece of fender to one of the people who were now trying to clean the metal bits out of the road, goes back to her car and drives away.

The guy whose car had been in the accident is talking on the phone by this time. There’s a degree of consternation on display but no out-and-out horror, nobody’s kneeling by the big dark lump, so I come down on the side of “deer.”

And! since this situation was being competently handled by people who were actually dressed and in winter coats, I left them to it, and closed the curtain.

A couple minutes later, I saw a blue light slide along the curtains, then stop.

This morning — all gone! No large dark object in the road, no shred from a wounded car, nor even a bloodstain on the tarmac. Nothing in the paper. Might’ve been a dream.

I checked with Rook, who had, on the first WHOMP, jumped to the top of the cat tree to look through the gap in the curtains that I leave for just that purpose. Rook says, Not a dream. Yeah, sometimes it’s hard to tell, but this happened, Mom. I’m taking his word for it.

Coincidentally, there was a deer in the Long Back Yard this morning when I opened the curtains at Way Too Early.

And that is the end of my story.

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Still writing. Well. Editing, tightening, writing scenes, taking scenes out. This in service of a less…goopy narrative. Or so I tell myself. The problem with the Just Write the Scenes You Know method — I’m sure I’ve said this before — is that it requires a lot of structural work, once you figure out what the story’s about.

Also, this book has a lot of characters — Ahem. You there, in the back, would you care to share your amusement with the rest of us? What’s that? Oh, there are always too many characters in Liaden books? Honey, you ain’t seen nuthin‘.

So more of the same tomorrow, with the exception of laundry, which is done now, and mostly put away. Leftover soup for lunch. After, I froze two-thirds of what was left, which leaves me another lunch or breakfast in the fridge.

Rook did me the favor of tipping over my Yeti water tumbler while I was writing — the good news! There wasn’t much water left. The bad news! I’d forgotten to seal it so what water there was went all over the desk.

Cleaned up, and Rook came back to revisit the Scene of the Crime. Whoa, there was water in there? Who does that?”

Those who have been following alone at home may be interested to learn that I found proof that last night’s accident did happen — a triangle of the yellow plastic that covers a vehicle’s fog lights. Boy, that stuff is tough.  Also, sharp.

Coon Cat Happy Hour is over, and I should find something to eat, my own self.

And that? Is all I’ve got.

Everybody have a good evening. Stay safe.

I’ll look in tomorrow.

Story time

So, I spent an hour, or maybe a little more than an hour this morning in my writing space, looking for the place where Talizea yos’Phelium is born (Ghost Ship, as it happens, first published in August 2011, and if the Liaden Universe® ran on Real World time, Lizzie’d be cabin boy, or maybe at Scout Academy, instead of walking, now, except when she don’t.)

One of the things that my search convinced me of is that I really should sit down and read All the Liaden Books, which I’ve never had time to do.  I still don’t have time, unless I want to dedicate my free-time reading in 2026 to the Liaden Universe®.

Anyway, what with looking for Lizzie’s birth, and checking another couple of pertinent events, I only wrote about 700 new words.  However!  I did write, and I have the supervisors to prove it:

Lunch was broccoli cheese soup, riffing off of a recipe in the insurance company’s newsletter.  Then I had correspondence to tend to and real life chores, plus PT homework.  I went downstairs eventually to do my duty to the cats, and take a walk.

Then before going back upstairs and maybe getting some more words written, I peeked into My Studio to look at my project, and said, “Oh, I’ll just cut one piece,” which — you know how this goes, right?  Right.  I cut out all the rest of the pieces.  The next step is grinding, but that really does need to wait until I get this draft done.  This will be easier to police than the cutting, since I don’t have a grinder here at home, but will need to rent a studio-with-tools at the glass shop in Manchester.

Tomorrow, now free of driving back and forth to Brunswick, is a Writing Day, and I have lots of leftover soup, so I won’t actually have to stop for more time than it takes to heat up a bowl and cut a piece of bread. I have two scenes sketched in, so I’m hopeful of a productive day.

For this evening, Coon Cat Happy Hour has been served — and appears to have been consumed — I’m all caught up on everything  (except calling for a haircut, which for some reason I keep forgetting to do) so!  I believe I’ll pour myself a glass of wine and go read for a bit.

Everybody have a good evening.

 

Thursday short form

I’m condensing this because the story is convoluted and played out over several days, starting the day before Thanksgiving,

Short form:  I was scheduled for an MRI this Saturday in Brunswick, which is about 110 mile round trip from the Confusion Factory.  It turns out that I need TWO MRIs and I have opted to have both done at the same time, rather than drive 110 miles back-to-back.  All of this took a lot of time and angst, and produced much confusion, and too many phone calls, and I am … rather low because this is exactly the sort of thing that sets me on my ear.

The good news is that I now have Friday-Saturday-Sunday-Monday to write.

That said, I’ve been thinking lately about Jessica Rabbit and her famous line, “He makes me laugh.”

Now, I bow to none in my admiration of Jessica Rabbit, but in this, she was wrong.  “It’s not, “He MAKES me laugh.”  It’s “He LETS me laugh.”  Which is to say, he — let’s call him, oh, Steve — creates a space in which it’s safe to experience joy, to be glad, to laugh, and to be yourself without fear and without editing.

And on that note?

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

Business First

Regarding Last Night’s Eye Candy and Liaden Universe® Constellation, Volume 6.

I hear that this volume will be published in “Spring 2026.” I do not have a specific date, and thus I do not know when it will be available for preorder so! Watch the skies.

The cover illustrates (beautifully) Liaden Universe® Western, “Last Train to Clarkesville,” which first appeared in The Last Train Outta Kepler-283C, edited by David Boop, published in November 2024.

Stories included in LUC #6 are:
Standing Orders
Gadreel’s Folly
Last Train to Clarkesville
Wise Child
Songs of the Fathers
From Every Storm a Rainbow
Our Lady of Benevolence
Chimera
Neutral Ground
Mother’s Love
Core Values
Text of Sharon Lee’s Heinlein Acceptance Speech
Also included are! An Author’s Foreword original to this volume, and the little introductions at the top of each story that nobody reads.