What I’ll be doing for the next few days

This is Carousel Seas, in manuscript, with attendant files, notepads and pens:

The living room office, with owl
The living room office, with owl

As of this writing, Trooper is on the bed, Mozart is on the floor and in motion,  Scrabble sleeps with the heffalumps and peace reigns at the Cat Farm.  Mozart is sounding a little hoarse this morning, but I haven’t heard a curse word out of him this morning.  The squirt bottle is primed, just in case.

Once again, this:

Close up of the project in hand.  With Owl.
Close up of the project in hand. With owl.

…is what is going to be occupying most of my attention for the immediate future, so I’ll be scarce.  It’s possible — well, probable — that we’ll take a couple hours off on Wednesday, because — The Lone Ranger.  I’d hate to tell you how very much I want to see this movie, then it’ll be back to work.  With luck and a tailwind — and the minimum of Cat Drama — the completed manuscript should be ready to hand in by July 15.

So!  What’re your big plans for the coming week?

 

In which the penultimate draft is printed out

Yesterday, I took the day off.  Today, I’m kinda sorta doing some stuff, but I’m not being nearly as energetic as Steve, who helped me go through a mountain of blankets and sheets and curtains from the closet shelf and decide which we’re keeping, which goes to Goodwill and which to the dump.  He also did the dishes and cooked lunch.

So, what I’m saying here is I’m being a slacker.

I did merge and print out Carousel Seas, so it’s ready to go when I am.  And, I cleaned off my desk.  No, really, I did — see?

Clean desk!
Clean desk!

I also have to write a course description for MWPA for a workshop Steve and I are teaching in August, but that will not, I fear, happen today.  Perhaps tomorrow.

Hope everyone is having a lovely summer weekend.

In which the penultimate draft is done

Last night I finished the penultimate draft of Carousel Seas, the last book in the Archers Beach trilogy.  Now the manuscript (and the author) get a couple days to breathe before I dive in among the commas for a last pass.

Also?  I get to clean off my desk.  The picture below is your reminder that creativity is messy.

Now, I get to clean off my desk
The desk at the end of the draft

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Progress on Carousel Seas

100,358/100,000 words OR 100.36% complete

Here ends the penultimate draft

 

 

 

 

That’s not thunder. . .

So it turns out that the Really Loud peal of thunder that woke us up at 6:11 this morning. . .was an earthquake.  Epicenter in Sidney, 2.6 on the scale.  Sidney’s about 15 miles from the Cat Farm and Confusion Factory.

For the record, I am against this increased trending in Maine earthquakes.

Have I mentioned here that the ebook edition of A Liaden Universe® Constellation, Volume One is now available in all formats known to man from Baen  and also from the Amazon Kindle store?  Well, it is.  The paper book will be on the shelves of a bookstore near you on July 2.

Yesterday was another boring day from an observer’s point of view.  I wrote 3,700 words of climax for Carousel Seas.  Today, with luck and a tailwind, I’ll take care of the wrap-up, and then it will be done!  Done!  DOOOONE!

Ahem.  Except for the final pass-through and patch, of course.  But that’s next week and in-between, there’s a weekend.

Mike the Electrician and his helper, Scott, did enliven the early part of yesterday by arriving to install the two new ceiling fans.  FWIW, they pronounce the Harbor Breeze Hive Series flush-mount ceiling fan Best! Ceiling! Fan! Ever!  We’re pretty happy with them, too.

. . .and I think that’s all I have to report.

Who has exciting plans for the weekend?

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Progress on Carousel Seas

96,670/100,000 words OR 97% complete

I understood the land’s distress.  Nerazi was the second person I’d met in the Changing Land; she’d helped Gran nurse me back from being elfshot and almost dead.  In all the time since, I’d seen her at a standstill exactly twice.

And I’d never seen her afraid.

In which the author is boring

So, I’ve been writing — nothing to see here; move along.

I hope to have a finished penultimate draft by the end of the week, by which I mean Saturday.  The manuscript will then rest a couple days while I lie on the couch and regrow my brain.  Then, I’ll go through it with  a red pen for the final edit before submission.

Have I mentioned here that I’ve begun taking yoga?  It turns out that one of the instructors from the local yoga studio also teaches two mornings a week at the senior center, for significantly less than the studio charges.  I’ve been to two yoga classes, and have, surprisingly, enjoyed myself.  I will, I think, be doing this for a while.

Tomorrow, the electrician and his mate will be here at 9! a.m.! to install ceiling fans, and I expect to write some more.

. . .that’s all I got.

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Progress on Carousel Seas

92,944/100,000 OR 93% complete

“And be an instant celebrity with everybody’s got a gambling debt suddenly remembering how you’re their long-lost cousin on their mother’s side.”

What writers do, Part fiftyeightmillionandtwelve

As Shoe told us, many years ago, “Typists type; writers stare out windows.”

True to my job description, I spent the last howevermany hours staring out the window, and pushing my backbrain for the Thrilling Conclusion to Carousel Seas, in order, if it would be soverykind.

The result of all this window-staring is two typed pages outlining the final action, with heroics befitting the end of the book and the end of the series, in, as far as I can tell, the correct order.  Yay.  All I have to do now is write it.

…which will not be happening today because I managed to overclock my brain just a teensy bit, so today is a Day Off.

I dawdled over my breakfast and coffee, reading something that’s not written by me.  Sandman Slim, in fact.  I’m not precisely sure why I’m reading it; possibly I’m waiting for the main character to grow a brain.

This afternoon, as advertised elsewhere, I will be viewing the classic drama, “Now You See Me” at the local cinema.  This evening?  The possibilities are endless.  Maybe I’ll finish reading my book.

Tomorrow, I will have Mike the electrician in early, so that he can Survey the Situation with regard to the possible installation of ceiling fans.  It comes about that ceiling fan installation may not be as simple as the young man at Lowe’s would have had us believe (quelle surprise!).  Apparently, due to the age of the house, Mike the electrician has some doubts regarding the existence of the proper box to hold the fan into the ceiling.  The box, he tells me, may be installed by himself, but will add cost.  So!  Excitement already on tomorrow’s calendar.

Tomorrow afternoon, I’ll get with the Thrilling Conclusion and see how fast I can type.

As some of you may know, Steve is down South, visiting the Old Country.  Mozart and Scrabble wish it to go on record that this is not acceptable and that they will be filing the report with the Committeecat.  So far, I’ve managed to short-circuit this intention by hiding all the pencils.

I hope your weekend is being exciting/relaxing/busy — whichever you prefer.

 

Eye Candy! Carousel Sun cover art

We have, through the kind offices of Tony Daniel and Danielle Turner at Baen, the following Sneak Peak of the cover art for Carousel Sun by Sharon Lee, which is tentatively slated for publication in early 2014.

I like it.

Carousel Sun cover art by Eric Williams
Carousel Sun cover art
by Eric Williams

For those coming in late, Carousel Sun is the sequel to Carousel Tides — available even now at a bookstore near you; in all ebook formats known to man from Baen, from the Kindle Store, and the Apple ebook store.  It is also available as an audiobook from Audible.  I’m writing the last book in the trilogy — Carousel Seas — as we speak.

#SFWApro

In which the authors goof off

It was a gorgeous morning, so Steve and I slipped the leash took the day off.  Part of it was spent house-looking in Old Orchard Beach, where we were. . .dismayed to find that a liveable (and affordable!) house was located in a tangled warren of houses connected by thin alleyways that would become virtually impassable in winter.  There was not only no place to put the snow, there wasn’t sufficient room to allow a town plow through.  The Forester — not a large car by any means — was feeling a bit crowded.

Damn.

There’s quite a nice house in town which is also affordable, and on a nice street largely inhabited by college professors and solid career people.  It has a garage and a sun porch and a front porch and is a Perfectly Nice House, really, excepting it’s two hours away from the ocean.

I may need to give the whole live-at-the-ocean thing a miss this lifetime.

This small blight upon the day aside, we had a lovely time.  I rode a bike for the first time in mumbletymumble years and managed not to fall over and kill myself.  It’s true what they say — you never forget!  Now, I want a bike of my own.  For when we move to the city and it would actually be possible to bike without getting run over by a log truck.

There was also ice cream on the day — and we purchased ceiling! fans! that mount flush to the ceiling, so I will be able to walk under them without being decapitated!  What an age we live in.  My mission tomorrow is to call the electrician and make a date to have him stop by and install one of these lovely things in the kitchen and another in the bedroom.

I’m already regretting not having bought a third, to install in my office, but the credit card was already staggering under the double-whammy.

Tomorrow, it’s back to work.  Good thing, too, since it’s supposed to rain.

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Progress on Carousel Seas

78,943/100,000 OR 79% complete

In the next moment, a wind lifted us, up and beyond the destruction — and set us down, gently, in the shadow of the ruined Gate.

“Thank you, my lady,” I heard Tioli say, and felt a cold kiss pressed upon my hand.

For whither thou goest, I will go; and where thou lodgest I will lodge

Spent the morning thus far snuggling with Steve and updating various pages on this website (not at the same time).  You should see new content on the Welcome page, the Upcoming in 2013 page and the Publications page.

Which brings me around, not too subtly, to a conversation I had recently with an earnest young thing who wished to express to me a number of  the things that the Liaden Universe® has gotten wrong over the years.  (No, no, I don’t know why (some) people feel compelled to do this.  Perhaps so I can do better in future?  Certainly, I can’t do better retroactively; the books that were written in the late 1980’s remain having been written in the late 1980’s.)

In any case, this earnest young person chiefly wished to express that it was Very Wrong of the Liaden Universe® to constantly perpetuate the outdated and harmful notion that women must leave their lives in order to follow their male partners*.

Now, this is an interesting observation, but I’m not sure how or why it’s a constant Wrong in terms of the structure of the Liaden Universe®.  I understand that my auditor believes that the continuing cultural insistence in the US that women put aside their lives, interests and careers in order to serve man and raise children is potentially harmful, to the woman and to society at large.  I even agree with her.  But, in terms of the Liadenverse, this is what I see:

Past this line there are potential spoilers for Liaden Universe® novels.  If you haven’t read the novels, you might consider stopping here.

 

Miri Robertson left her life as a hunted woman in order to follow Val Con yos’Phelium and become even more hunted.  When we meet her, Miri’s one biggest concern is staying alive.  She’s cashed out of the mercs; her legit job went badly sour and she doesn’t really seem to have any plans or aspirations aside from living to eat breakfast tomorrow morning.

Priscilla Mendoza had been cast out from her religion, her family, and her ship by the time she met Shan yos’Galan.  Her decision to relocate on Liad has much to do with the feeling that one must live somewhere, and that she wanted to be near her new, and true, friends.  At the end of Conflict of Honors, it’s not at all decided that they will prosper in a partnership, though later it appears, yes, as if things have worked out for them.

When first we meet Aelliana Caylon — indeed, within the first two dozen pages of Scout’s Progress — she has independently made the determination that, if she wishes to survive to pursue her art, she must leave her clan.  The rest of Progress and all of Mouse and Dragon is  the story of how she does that, and the compromises she makes — and forces Daav yos’Phelium to make — in order to arrive at a life that is acceptable to her.

I will allow that Anne Davis could easily have returned to University and taken up her former life.  Without her child, certainly.  And I do blame Daav for manipulating her in order to keep his brother and his brother’s heir on Liad.  But I do also recall that Er Thom had booked passage on a spaceliner for all three of them and had steeled himself to follow her.

I don’t believe that Natesa the Assassin has left her employ as a Juntavas Judge, despite having cast her lot in with Pat Rin yos’Phelium.  Her initial decision to accompany him was, in my mind, professionally motivated.

Cantra yos’Phelium‘s life was falling apart when she met Jela, but far from following him, she spends the first book trying to ditch him; then realizes that maybe he has an idea or two, after all, and if she wants to survive, which she does. . .

Anthora yos’Galan, of course, simply acquires Ren Zel, poor man, for which we may — and do — blame the Tree.

Kamele Waitley does leave the Wall in order to live in her onagrata’s establishment, something she apparently takes herself to task for during the course of their relationship, so it doesn’t sit easy with her.  She then mounts a rescue mission, meaning to bring the father of her daughter out of what she thinks is a wrongful imprisonment so that he can continue his life.

Theo. . .to the best of my knowledge, Theo isn’t following anybody anywhere. . .

So, what I’m saying is that, as one of the fond authors, I’m not seeing in the Liadenverse the mindless casting aside of a woman’s whole life “for love.”  I’m seeing women who have real problems, and their problems are in part mitigated by association with a man of Korval, whereupon they are empowered to be themselves more fully.

Perhaps that was the young person’s problem?  That the women are in trouble and the men fix it?  I suppose we could have been even more forward-thinking, there in 1984, and made certain that the “current” mature members of Korval were more female than male, and then had the folks in trouble be male.

But, yanno?  We didn’t.  And what is written is written; and everything that is based on what has been written must build on that past logically and consistently.  Also, we don’t believe in ret-conning**.  That means — we (us and you) are stuck with it.

So — that’s my rant on the topic.  Who has thoughts?

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*Before anyone’s head explodes, this was actually a relief.  The last earnest reader who wanted to engage me in this vein wished to open my eyes to the way in which our stories put real women into real danger by perpetuating the dangerous, mind-controlling myth of True Love. I was, as I understood it, to consider myself a murderer.

**ret-con = retroactive continuity changes (as often seen in comics and occasionally in movies)

The rats on the street all dance ’round my feet

So, I’ve just finished the seventh inning clean-up of Carousel Seas.  Lost a few words along the way, as per usual.  Tomorrow, I hope to add new words, and so on until I type, “The End.”

I had hoped to do a blog post somewhat more interesting than this one, but — this is all I got today.  Sorry.  Will be interesting tomorrow.

Hope everyone had a lovely start to a lovely weekend.

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Progress on Carousel Seas

78,086/100,000 words OR 78% complete

“Felsic.”  I tried to keep the surprise out of my voice.  “I’m not sure this one’s yours.”

“Anything comes in that loud and that hungry is mine,” Felsic said grimly.