Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high

Saturday.  We here in Central Maine repose beneath a “Tropical Storm Warning.”  It appears that the major threat to life and property will derive from mere high  winds, as Conditions are Inauspicious with regard to tornadoes.

So far, from where I sit, the build-up exceeds the event.  That could of course change, weather being a mobile force.  Right now, overlooking the back yard — the wind is gusting, and the rain is sparse.

Since last we spoke, the WIP has broken 10,000 words, which is pretty good for a book that I’m not writing.  I do have a point that I’m driving toward, and the plan is to reach that particular destination, then actually look to writing the story contracted for the Familiars anthology out from Zombies Need Brains in 2024.

Other than writing, and reading, and talking trash to the cats, last week was uneventful.  Looking ahead to next week though, and that’s a little bit of something else, so I think I’ll be posting the last two chapters of Wolf in the Wind today/tomorrow.

Tomorrow afternoon, we’re going to be chatting with Halfling and the Spaceman.  This will be recorded, and I’ll share the link when it goes live.

And that?  Is all I’ve got for you.  Relaxing weeks make for boring telling.

Here, have a picture of Trooper being bored.

Today’s blog title brought to you by Gaelic Storm, “Tell Me Ma.”

 

Today is the day after yesterday

So, yesterday was my birthday.  It was also 911, which has Precedence, it being far more important to many more people than my natal day.

My Usual Strategy for many years, therefore, has been to stay the heck off of social media on my birthday.

So, after a false start, due to the fact that, while I obviously knew it was my birthday, I had temporarily forgotten that it was 911, I backed slowly away from social media and got on with my day.

It was a quiet birthday.  Steve and I went out to breakfast at Lisa’s, which was pleasant, as always.  After, we went up the hill to the Cony Circle Hannaford, which is bigger, brighter, and stocked more fully than either of the Hannafords in our little city, and mooched around, looking at the shinies, and picking up carrot cake, Borealis bread, tomatoes, and other celebratory items.

Shopping done, we came home, put away the groceries, had a second cup of tea, and retired to our offices, as we do.  I did some shopping — oh!  Land’s End is having a sale! — and some cleaning up of my office, poked around the corners of BlueSky, steam-cleaned the basement floor (don’t judge me; I get to decide what I want to do on my birthday), and doodled with the WIP for a bit.

Yesterday’s mail included a letter from Northern Light Mammography Department, informing me that my most recent mammogram revealed “NO evidence of cancer.”  So that was a good present.

We had veggie fried rice and dumplings for lunch; carrot cake and ice cream a bit later; and grilled cheese sandwiches for dinner.

In all, a pleasant day on my terms.

Today sees a return to business as usual, which includes getting the trash to the curb, answering the mail, and doing some advanced planning for said WIP, in addition to writing the next scene.

For those who collect such trivia, the WIP stands at 5,525 words more or less.  I wish I could say “growing fast,” but it looks like this one, like Ribbon Dance, will be more of a “growing slow and steady” sort of novel.

I think that’s it.  Below, as seen elsewhere, a picture of the author as 71.

 

 

Saturday in the City

It’s a holiday weekend, so I’m told.

Here in the center of Maine, we’re looking at sun and warm weather starting, oh, today, and getting progressively warmer — kissing 90F mid-week — before exiting on thunderstorms, next Friday, and falling off into more seasonal temps.

For those following along at home, I’ve been using my XChair for a little over two weeks now, and it’s a delight.  Well worth the money.

The household is slowly reforming around the hole where Belle used to be.

Trooper has stopped going to her usual places and calling.  He had seemed to form the theory that the front door was involved, and twice tried to step out onto the front porch to scope things out while we were in-loading groceries.  Turned out that was too scary for everybody, and I think we’re past that now.

Sprite has been stepping up into what had been Belle’s special duties, such as sitting on Steve’s lap while he reads, and felining his copilot’s chair.  Firefly has also been coming forward to cover some of Sprite’s duties.

The humans still get lumps in their throats at odd moments, or will abruptly notice that they haven’t seen Belle in a while and hope she hadn’t gotten herself stuck in a closet . . .

It’s a process.

On the Professional side of the coin, Baen has let us know that Ribbon Dance will be released in June 2024.  David Mattingly is even now hard at work on the cover.

Steve is working on Trade Lanes.  Though I had intended to put my feet up and take it easy for the next while, it looks like I’m working on the follow-up to Ribbon Dance.  Well.  If the book’s ready to be written, I guess I’m ready to write it.

I think that catches us all up — no, not quite.

Steve and I went out yesterday to forage, and I very much fear that!

A dragon followed me home.

Mini Check-in

Today’s Plan insofar as there is A Plan, is! to finish this last chunk of Ribbon Dance today and give it to Steve to read. Target is a Monday turn-in to Baen.

After which I collapse. And clean out the linen closet. And catch up on that Big Pile of Stuff Over There. Also, I think I volunteered to write a story for a ZNB anthology. Ought to find out about that.

Mooching over to Amazon, I see that Salvage Right has collected 450 reviews by this, its one-month mark (released on July 4. Yes, I know July has 31 days. I am a Slave to Symmetry.) Many, many thanks to those who have read, reviewed and/or rated. We appreciate your time, your thoughts, and your contributions to the Cat Food Trust.

Here, have a picture of Sprite being appreciative.

. . . and back to work I go.

 

What on earth is the woman DOING?

Writing, pretty much.  With a side order of interviews/pr in support of Salvage Right, which debuted as the Bookscan Number Two new sf book — everybody give yourselves a hand!  Good work.

We are officially On Deadline for Ribbon Dance — Steve is reading the first +/- 106,000 words, while I’m finishing up the Thrilling Conclusion.  Just this morning, I made the Command Decision to remove a scene of about 6,000 words.  Said scene has been rewritten three times; it still doesn’t work; and it’s time to stop deluding myself that it actually belongs in this book.

A bit of background on Ribbon Dance — it’s based on an unpublished short story, which, being a short story, had a far simpler trajectory than a novel will inevitably have (short stories are Roman Candles; novels are Chrysanthemums — everybody clear now? Good.).

I rather liked the short story, and wanted to preserve the centerpiece scene, but — the novel wanted to talk about other things, like when does protection become oppression; who gets to decide who is Civilized and who is not; ghost routes; what’s love got to do with it; and so on.

Thus, the hard decision to excise 6,000 words from a book that’s due Realsoonnow.

What will probably happen is that Splinter Universe will  publish the origin story, and the pulled scene, after Ribbon Dance publishes.  So!  Something to look forward to.

For those who may have missed them, below is a list of  interviews in support of Salvage Right (yes, we’re still building the Big List of All Interviews Ever, but compiling it is going to have to wait until after Ribbon Dance leaves Maine for Madame’s desk in the south).

Writers Drinking Coffee (audio)

Annie’s Book Stop of Worcester (video)

Baen Free Radio Hour (video)

Speculative Fiction Showcase (text)

Paul Semel Interviews Lee and Miller (text)

We’ve got a couple more interviews upcoming; I’ll post links when they go live.

In Real Life, we did take a day off last week to visit Stonington, and of course there was the gala celebration of Sprite’s 11th birthday, the week before that. Oh, and I got fitted for a heart monitor — about the size of thumb-drive, with attendant phone — that I’ll be wearing into the middle of August.  Steve’s birthday is coming up at the end of this month, and we hope to steal another day away from the keyboards to have a proper celebration.

Here’s a picture from the Stonington adventure.

 

 

 

Pre-Awareness and Reading

For those looking for something to read, I recommend the July 10 & 17 2023 issue of The New Yorker (the one with Patience, or possibly Fortitude, reading over the young lady’s shoulder, on the cover).  Not only does it include an excellent profile of Chip Delany (“Galaxy Brain: Samuel R. Delany’s pioneering science fiction,” Julian Lucas), it also includes a fascinating discussion of the upcoming Barbie movie (“Toy Story: Mattel’s movie ambitions go beyond Barbie,” Alex Barasch).

From the Barbie article, I learned the word “pre-awareness,” which is said to be the ruling aesthetic governing entertainment in this, our brave new world.  The core of this philosophy is that people will not spend their time or, more importantly of course, their money on a Totally New Story.  They want stories told about things of which they are already aware.  Barbie, for instance, or Wolverine; this is also why we see endless remakes of old films.

Yes, there is a certain irony that this discussion would be happening in the same issue featuring Chip Delany and his work.

Anyway, as a writer, this concept of “pre-awareness” concerns me, as it also explains a few things Steve and I, as authors of a body of work set in a fictional universe, have run into with potential readers.

Potential readers are immediately worried that they have to commit to 24 books in order to read, say, the 25th.  No amount of Auctorial Reassurance can convince them that they don’t have to start with Book One — which is terrifying to them.  Who has the time? (I sympathize; I haven’t had the time to re-read the entirety of our back-list in — ever.)  There also seems to me to be a sense that potential readers are worried they’ll . . . get it wrong, if they haven’t done all the homework.

This timidity is bolstered by long-time readers, who greet each new book with really gratifying enthusiasm, and then say, “But new readers need to start at the beginning.”  This kind of ignores the fact that, in 1988, when the Very First Liaden novel, Agent of Change, hit the stands, nobody knew who Miri and Val Con were — there was no pre-awareness.  Six months later, when the second Liaden novel, Conflict of Honors, was published, nobody knew who Priscilla and Shan were.  And yet, the stories (apparently) made sense and left readers with a need to know more.

You see this in other spheres, as well, where newcomers to the science fiction genre are told by old hands that they have to start with the classics, going back, now, seventy years, and I gotta tell you, as someone who read the classics when they were new?  Some of them are “classic” only in the sense that they’re old.  Really, a newcomer to the genre can do what I did when I was first reading SF — pick a book, any book.  Read it.  Do it again.  Again.  By this process, a reader can  establish a baseline of Stuff I Like, the same way you arrive at your favorite flavor of ice cream.

Now, yes, I’m skating on thin ice here, as an author working in a long-established universe.  After all, one of the reasons that readers invest in “series” entertainments is because they “know” the characters, the setting, the arc.  But that doesn’t mean that all newcomers need to do the homework. Or, indeed, that there is homework.

Here’s a secret:  Stories explain themselves as they unfold.  That’s how they work. If the authors are doing their job, a new reader ought to be able to open any Liaden book (for instance) and come away with a perfectly intelligible story.  They may, after reading, want to know more — that, as far as we’re concerned, is a Feature, not a Bug — and there’s plenty more for them to dig into, if that’s the case.  Or they may decide not to go on, and that’s perfectly valid, too.

But the point is, you can’t get it wrong, there’s no report card, no one will laugh at you (well, OK, I’ll laugh at you, if you write to tell me that I’m “ripping off” an idea that you read in a book published 20 years after our book, but I’m old, and make my own fun).

Readers can, in a word, suit themselves.  It’s their life, and indeed, pleasure reading isn’t meant to be work — it’s meant to be fun.  To be an escape from work.  Escapism.  It’s what we write.  We’re not ashamed to own that, and we think we’re pretty good at it.

So, anyhow, those are my thoughts on pre-awareness, for what they’re worth.  And now it’s time for me to go to work on Ribbon Dance, a new book set in the Liaden Universe®.

 

 

The weekend at the Cat Farm

We are aware that, for some folks in the US, this is a three-day weekend.  Given that MaineDOT has told us that a sizeable percentage of those folks are heading for the Maine beaches, we here at the Cat Farm and Confusion Factory will be staying home.

Our festive weekend plans have expanded to include signing the 14 cases of Salvage Right that appeared in the driveway yesterday, courtesy of Melissa and her Big Brown Truck.  Also on the agenda is writing, reading, embroidery, and messing with the cats.  There may be a half-day in there somewhere so we can have cheese and crackers and a glass of wine in the middle of the day, just like those writers you see in movies.

After we have signed and reboxed the 300ish copies of Salvage Right, they will be put on another Big Brown Truck, bound for Minneapolis and Uncle Hugo’s SF Bookstore.  If you want to be sure that you will be getting one of those signed copies, you may pre-order here

Please note that Uncle Hugo’s is the sole source for signed copies of Salvage Right.

Tangential aside:  No, we have no news of an audiobook edition as yet.  The ebook edition will be released simultaneously with the hardcover, as has been Baen’s pleasant habit since the beginning.

Ribbon Dance — that’s the book due to be turned in +/-August 7 — has cleared 95,000 words, which means that shadow on the horizon?  Is The End.  We’re rowing as fast we can to get there.

For those playing along at home, Ribbon Dance is the direct sequel to 2020’s Trader’s Leap, detailing the adventures of the Tree-and-Dragon Trade Mission as it seeks to determine if Colemeno is the break they’ve been looking for.

On the topic of Far Future Planning, Steve and I are intending to attend Astronomicon in October.  After that, we’ll be at Boskone, in February 2024.  We’re also tentatively planning to attend the NASFIC in Buffalo, should it be chosen.

I’m not sure we can justify World Fantasy, in October 2024, but I’d sure like to go back to Niagara Falls, so — who knows?

So, that’s everything doing, I think.  Here’s a picture of Sprite, atop the Salvage Right mountain.

Various and Sundry News of the Day

Yes, yes, it’s been forever since I’ve done anything but tell y’all what I’m reading.

My excuse is that I’ve been working on Ribbon Dance — the sequel to Trader’s Leap, due at Baen in early August, no pub date yet.  There’s not much to tell except that I’m on the downward side of the mountain — +/- 90,000 words to the good, and maybe another 20,000 to get to the end of the story.  I’ve been working down inbetween the sentences for the last few days, building bridges, trimming up scenes, inserting (and deleting),  and going back and forth to make sure that guy actually said that thing, or failed to do so when he had the opportunity, which makes for very boring blogging.

I can tell you that Ribbon Dance is shaping up nicely, though it has a far different vibe from Salvage Right.  As, indeed, it should.  I think you guys will like it.

Speaking of Salvage Right (see what I did there?), the eARC is still available from Baen, right here.  If you click “Sample” on that page, you’ll find links to the first 45 chapters of the novel.  Yeah, they’re short — needs must — but that’s still about 150 pages — a very generous sample.

If you’ve read the eARC, or the sample chapters, and would like to talk about it with other early readers, Steve and I made a spoiler discussion space available here.  Also, if you’ve read the eARC, please consider leaving a review at Goodreads, or on your FB wall, or your blog, or other book-friendly spaces that you may frequent. Advance chatter helps sales.

Sales!  For those who prefer to wait for the official hardcover/ebook publication –your day is fast approaching:  July 4, in fact.  We have no news as yet regarding an audiobook edition.  Recent history suggests that there will be at least a six month gap between hardcover and audiobook releases.  This is, I mention for the folks in the back, out of the control of the authors.

If you’d like a signed copy of Salvage Right, you can preorder one — or more! — from Uncle Hugo’s.  Here’s the link.

We now move to a topic of interest to those who purchase paper editions of Pinbeam Books chapbooks (Pinbeam Books being the Lee-and-Miller indie arm).  Pinbeam Books paper editions are printed on demand by Amazon.  And Amazon will, in a few days, be raising the price it charges us (and all the rest of the folks who do POD publishing through Amazon) for paper.

Steve and I have talked this situation over, and have decided that we will not — that’s NOT — be increasing the cover price of existing Pinbeam Books paper editions.  We may possibly increase the cover price on Pinbeam Books paper editions, going forward.

We now move on to convention appearances.  The next convention Steve and I are planning to attend is Astronomicon, October 27-29, in Rochester, New York.  Here’s the link.

We have a couple of podcast interviews coming up — with Annie’s Bookstop and Culture Wars.  We’ll update you when those go live.  In the meantime, here’s a link to Writers Drinking Coffee, where Steve and I had a grand time talking to Chaz and Karen Brenchley and Jeannie Warner.

. . . and I think that catches us all up for the time being.

Thank you all for your continued patience with the vagaries of the writing life, and for your ongoing support of our work.

 

News from the Confusion Factory

It’s been an . . . interesting couple of weeks here at the Confusion Factory.

On Thanksgiving Day, our water heater sprang a small but determined leak, which meant that we got to call in the plumber at Holiday Rates.  He arrived quickly, turned off the hot water (but not the hot water baseboard heat, which runs on a different system), and promised a plumber who could actually fix the problem next day.

In the meantime, arrangements were made with the insurance company to send a team to dry out, disinfect, and monitor the basement.  They also arrived on Friday, and set up big, noisy fans (though appreciably less noisy than the big, noisy fans the drying-out service set up at the Former Location of the Confusion Factory, years ago).  The fans were removed on Sunday, the meter showed no extra moisture, and Bob’s your uncle.  We are still awaiting the return of the basement rugs, which have been cleaned, dried, and disinfected, but are awaiting a ride up from Auburn.

In News from I Never Thought This Would Happen, we have hired a housecleaning service.  They came by last week and did a deep clean, and are currently scheduled for every three weeks.  This may change, as we clarify what we need help with.  The thing that impressed me most was the ease with which the young lady in charge of the rugs moved the vacuum cleaner around.  I mean, I can vacuum, but it’s tiring.  She seemed to gain more energy the longer she was at it.

On December 1, I had cataract surgery done, and that was so much fun I did it again, on December 8.

I went for Long Sight for the New Eyes, since the thing that had bothered me most with the Old Eyes was that I no longer safe to drive — street signs were an extended game of blind man’s bluff, and for some reason, people had stopped putting numbers on their houses.

While my sight is still settling, I did go for a drive around the neighborhood on Friday and again on Saturday, and am delighted to report that I can read route signs, directions, speed limits and that the neighbors have all put the numbers back on their houses.

I can see fine to use the desktop, and the tablet, but not the laptop, or, alas, my phone.

My Short Sight — I’ve been nearsighted my entire life, near enough — is gone.  This means that there are reading glasses in my future, if I ever want to read a paper book again, or indulge in embroidery.  I will be seeing my regular optometrist on Thursday, and he will doubtless have more news.

In all, I’m feeling a little topsy-turvy, but I expect I’ll get used to it, eventually.

Steve and I have been watching Wednesday on Netflix, and having a good time with it.  We’ve only got two episodes to go, before we join the rest of the folks Patiently Waiting for Season Two.

What with the surgeries and recovering from surgeries, I’m Behind on the Work in Progress, and need to get with the program realsoonnow.  In my own defense, I did manage to get the Yule cards together and the Annual Winter Letter written, so I wasn’t Completely Indolent.

The cats have been tending me faithfully.  The elders were pleased to see a return to the Command Chair.  Firefly was Very Concerned with the state of my right eye, when I came home from that surgery.  You could see her saying, “Well, I trust that the other guy looks worse.”

And that’s the news from the Cat Farm and Confusion Factory.  Summing up:  we’re basically well and happy.

And hoping you’re the same.