PSA: Who’s Writing Which for When?

Lee and Miller are under contract to Baen Books for three Liaden Universe® novels after Fair Trade, which will be published in May.  Those novels are:

1   The sequel to Fair Trade (title TBD) — Steve Miller, Lead Writer

2   Tinsori Light: The Novel (better title coming along RSN) — Sharon Lee, Lead Writer

3   A Liaden Novel to be Named Later — Sharon Lee, Lead Writer probably?  At the moment, I’m leaning toward going back to the Redlands and checking in with Padi, Tekelia, Aunt Astra, Eet, and the gang. This could change, as all things may change, and only reflect my thoughts at the moment.

For those who have been playing along at home for a long time, the above three novels complete the Triple Threat contract with Baen.

We do not at the moment have any short works under contract, but that, too, could change.

Here ends the PSA.

Writer at work

So, today was a Thinky Day.  I spent almost all of it in the Comfy Chair in my office, with notebook and pens (and the occasional coon cat) working out bits and schticks: what happens when, what absolutely must happen, what I’d like to happen (a far different thing, ref. The Wrong Lance), and who does what to whom.

I haven’t written a book in exactly this way before, but they’re all different, and, let’s face it, given the last few years, I’m different.  If Tinsori Light: The Novel (actual title TBD) needs to be carefully worked out in modest detail via pen and paper before ever fingers hit the keyboard, that’s certainly doable.  I have plenty of paper, and plenty of ink (though I’m going to have to splurge on another bottle of Dragon’s Blood if this goes on, as we all hope that it will, for some time yet).

It’s very pleasant sometimes to just sit and work inside your own head, shutting out the din of Oughts and Musts and Haven’t You Dones from the outside world.  Sadly, I can’t do it every day, but it’s nice to get revisit that headspace now and then.

I hope you all have time for a bit of quiet contemplation as the year winds down.

Here’s a snippet from the WIP:

“I am under the impression that the delm wishes this station to reflect Korval’s on-going commitment to the realities that govern the universe that received the diaspora. Am I correct in this assumption?”

“Are you asking if I am privy to the delm’s necessities?”

“An impertinence. Forgive me. Unvarnished, what I wish to know is if Korval prefers tools which are untainted by the Old Technology.”

Monday catch-me-up

When last we saw Our Humble Narrator, she had acquired a vehicle, and skirted an accident of someone else’s devising.

Having acquired a Vehicle of My Own, I of course have since remained sedately at home.

We did have a crew in from the Dump Guys to take a scant pick-up truck load of junk out of the garage and rearrange the Necessary so that both cars could actually fit inside.  This turned out to be good timing, and Tinsori was not subjected to the indignity of sitting out in the snow during our recent little inch/two inch showers.

Some who read here may be pleased to know that writing has been going on.  Steve is hard at work on the sequel to Fair Trade.  That’s due at Baen this summer.

I’m working on a novel set at Tinsori Light — the a follow to Trader’s Leap and Accepting the Lance.  It’s about 15,000 words and moving in a forwarder direction.  The characters in one narrative line really want to Talk About It, while the other set of characters are being shy.  Well, it’s early days; they’ll come around eventually.  In the meantime, I’ll sit with the talkative set.

It seems we will be having a Quiet to Very Quiet Yule here at the Cat Farm and Confusion Factory, which is nothing very out of the ordinary.  December’s a good month to stay inside, up here in the northlands.

So, there’s all the news I have at the moment.

Everybody stay safe.

 

 

Brief Updatery

  1.  BREAD ALONE

For those who collect, the paper edition of BREAD ALONE:  Adventures in the Liaden Universe® Number 34 is for sale from Amazon.  Here’s your link.

The ebook edition of BREAD ALONE is available for pre-order from the electronic bookstore of your choice*.  It will be published on November 25, the USian Thanksgiving Day.

*The ebook edition of BREAD ALONE will be available for download from Baen.com “before the parades start” on Thanksgiving Day.

2.  LIADEN “HOLIDAY” STORY ON BAEN.COM

To the best of my ability to calculate, Liaden short story “From Every Storm a Rainbow” will be published to the front page at Baen.com this week.  Possibly today, maybe tomorrow.  Note that you will have to scroll down a bit to get to the story.

3.  WHAT ON EARTH ARE THEY ABOUT?

Steve is working on the sequel to the upcoming Jethri Gobeln novel FAIR TRADE*.

Sharon is working on a novel dealing with the new arrangements at Tinsori Light.

Neither of these projects has titles as yet.

*In which “upcoming” = May 3, 2022.

4.  THE STATE OF SHARON’S DESK

Some of you will recall that I straightened my desk after turning in BREAD ALONE.  This was so I could begin my next project with a tidy desk, which is something that I Do.  In extreme cases, I have to tidy the entire house before I can begin a new project, but this was not an extreme case.

So!  This is what the desk looked like on the evening of November 14:

This is what the desk looks like this morning, November 16:

And here’s a close-up of my user manuals. The one on the bottom worries me a bit.

And, that?  Is all I’ve got.

Everybody stay safe.

 

 

Updatery

Steve and I will be Writer Guests of Honor at the Virtual AlbaCon, on September 17 and 18, 2021 — note:  all of the web signage says 2020, but the info is for 2021.  Here’s the link.

Registration is open to all.  The con is asking people to donate what they can.  Here’s the link to the registration page.  Hope to see you all there!

In other news, now that the contract has been signed and countersigned, we can reveal that we sold original Liaden Universe® short story “Gadreel’s Folly,” featuring a character who may be familiar to some long-time readers, to editor Jason Cordova for the anthology Chicks in Tank Tops, tentatively scheduled to be published by Baen in 2022.  Watch the skies for more details and a preorder link, when one is available.

In workaday news, Steve has opened a file for the sequel to Fair Trade (the sequel to Trade Secret, scheduled for Summer 2022 publication).  I am writing the holiday story commissioned by Baen.com.  That should be available around the middle of November.

And that’s all the (writing) news that’s fit to print.

Everybody stay safe.

 

 

Character development in the Liaden Universe®

Alert auditors of this journal will have noted that I’ve been reading my own stuff again — notably Local Custom (our publisher made me do it, by way of sending along the proofs for an upcoming mass market re-issue), closely followed by Scout’s Progress and Mouse and Dragon (because I had been…surprised at how well Local Custom had aged and wanted to see if this was true of the other two).  Long story short:  All three books are lovely and I want to write like that when I grow up.

Yes, I’m a sad case.

The three titles together make a nice little trilogy, and a good lead-in to the Theo arc, starting with Fledgling.

It is in Local Custom that we meet Daav yos’Phelium’s elder sister, Kareen.  Let me be the first to inform you that the lady is a stone bitch.  She has very fixed ideas of proper and improper behavior, feels herself more suited to the leadership of Clan Korval than her volatile sibling, which — she may have a point, there, actually — and seems to have appointed herself his personal gadfly.  She is not unintelligent — except for the part where she apparently believes that, if only she harasses him long and hard enough, her brother will become more seemly (this by Kareen’s definition of seemly, which is — stringent) — and has done a good deal of very worthy work for Liaden society, including sitting on the board of the body that oversees modifications made to the voluminous Liaden Code of Proper Conduct, which strives to spell out proper behavior in all of life’s situations.

When we first meet Kareen she’s somewhere in her forties, and her brother, and his cha’leket (an extremely close relationship between two people, sometimes translated as “heart-kin”), Er Thom yos’Galan, in their mid-thirties.  She has known them all their lives, and she has been a fixture in theirs.

And yet, they are not friends.

There are a couple of reasons for that, notably that the boys exist by order of the delm (Kareen and Daav’s mother), the children of the delm and her twin sister (Er Thom’s mother).  The delm of Clan Korval must be a pilot, by the clan internal law — which Kareen is not, a source of some rancor — and the clan is very thin of people.  So — the boys, born as close together as could be managed and raised together — the delm-to-be and the extra.

The necessity of raising Korval’s future means that Kareen lost most of her mother’s attention by the time she was nine or ten, and there was no room for a third in the closed unit of Daav-and-Er-Thom, and Kareen was, besides, much older.

So, Kareen has reasons, perhaps, for achieving Stone Bitchhood.  She might have tried to be a better person, but we’re so often caught up in the day-to-day that we just go on as we have been, and by the time we meet the three of them — Kareen, Er Thom, Daav — they’ve been caught in their pattern for many years.

I, personally happen to think that things may have gotten a little worse for Kareen when she lost her single age-mate in the clan — Sae Zar yos’Galan.  Not that their relationship was as intense as the relationship between Er Thom and Daav, but they’d been…friends.

Then, right before Local Custom, Sae Zar yos’Galan and Chi yos’Phelium die off-world, by treachery.  All three siblings lose in one blow a mother and a kinsman, but the loses don’t pull them together.  Daav and Er Thom are still a closed unit, comforting and supporting each other — and Kareen mourns alone.

Very quickly, things become worse — the boys — the boys who have always had everything their way — in short order find mates.  And not merely mates, but lifemates — each rejoicing in a mystical connection with a lover, and that connection paradoxically only serves to strengthen the bond the boys have shared their whole lives.

Kareen has no lifemate.  She has a long-time lover, and friends, believe it or don’t, but the sharing of souls is not for her.

So, again — there are Reasons why Kareen is how and who she is.

Pardon me for a moment.

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FOR THOSE WHO HAVE NOT READ MOUSE AND DRAGON, AGENT OF CHANGE, OR CARPE DIEM

Time passes, things happen.

One of the things that happens is that Daav’s lifemate is murdered.  Kareen sees the effect this has on her brother before he leaves the homeworld, his position, his child, and his cha’leket to draw the enemies of the clans away.

Another thing, some years later — Er Thom’s lifemate dies in an “accident.”  Kareen watches for more than a year as Er Thom fades, before far more permanently leaving the world, his position, and his children.

Kareen is now left, the last of her generation in the Line Direct, with the boys’ grown children, with whom she has an uneasy relationship.  Her role as an elder demands that she try to impress the youth with a sense of proper behavior, and she pursues that duty, perhaps a thought too zealously. But recall that Kareen has taken mortal hits, too; it’s every bit as debilitating to lose an enemy as it is to lose a friend.

A little more time passes, and Kareen is one of two adults assigned to keep Korval’s Treasure — that would be the children of the boys’ children — safe from potent enemies, at Runig’s Rock.  She and Luken bel’Tarda are prepared, among other things, to die in order to allow the children time to board a ship and leave the Rock, should the enemy breach their defenses.  I can’t imagine how fraught that time was, not entirely, and I’m the one who put them there.

Moving forward — Clan Korval is thrown off of the homeworld, settles on a backworld, and sends for its treasures and their keepers.

At this point — Just as  the clan settles on Surebleak, it’s been noted by readers that the character of Kareen yos’Phelium changed.  She’s still a High Stickler, and she suffers fools not at all.  But her definition of what constitutes a fool has softened somewhat, she doesn’t needle Val Con — Daav’s son, now Korval’s delm — like she did his father, and does not presume to lesson him on proper behavior — or at least not very much.  She sets about to inform herself about the clan’s situation and the society they have inserted themselves into.  She accepts with a fair semblance of relish an assignment from the delm to create what will essentially be a Surebleak Code of Proper Behavior.  And, when her brother’s mistress arrives at the clanhouse, bent on performing a rescue, she befriends the scholar, and undertakes to teach her — the history of the clan, the Liaden language — and be taught in turn.

And, when her miscreant brother himself turns back up?  She greets him, mildly, and could even be said to be happy to see him.

Why this change?  Well, for one thing, Kareen has gotten older, and I can say from my own experience, that older people do mellow somewhat.  Also, she has had time to come to terms with her loses, and with her life, and if she wishes, now, to reach up and out and try to become that better person — well, who’s to mock her?

Everybody stay safe.

 

 

 

Watch the skies

Frantic deadline writing continues, and!  We have a title for the novel, which IS a Jethri novel, and that title is!

FAIR TRADE

In the midst of All That (yes, yes, but you — at least I — have to give my brain something to do while the backroom is slapping together the rough of the next scene besides play endless rounds of Lumeno), the thirty-third Adventures in the Liaden Universe® chapbook, BAD ACTORS, is in process.  The Tyop Hunters are returning their results, and I’m looking at putting the chapbook up for pre-order next week, with an eye toward a July 31 release date.

BAD ACTORS collects three previously published Liaden short stories that fell through the cracks in our reprint process, due in equal parts to differing availability dates (one story had an 18-month exclusivity period, the others had a year), and the publication of the various Liaden Universe® Constellations.  All three stories feature people who might have chosen better, and all three were commissioned.  No, I don’t know why three different editors wanted stories that practically begged for Protags With Questionable Morals(tm).

The stories included are!  Excerpts from Two Lives, Dark Secrets, and Revolutionists.  As it happens, two of them were principally written by Steve, one by me.  So, you can have fun trying to decide which is which.  Possibly this could be made into a drinking game.  Or, yanno, not.

Watch this space, and other spaces where Things Liaden are discussed, for news.  Be sure that when pre-orders open, we will shout it from the highest buildings available.

While you’re waiting, here’s another look at the cover art.

Anything can happen day

We had a small but boisterous thunderstorm on the overnight, which knocked out the power just long enough to be irritating.

Today is, indeed, Anything Can Happen Day, and all I’m saying is — it better.  Or, wait.  Maybe I mean EVERYTHING Can Happen.  I think that’s closer.

The To-Do List includes:

*Reading Trader’s Leap mass market proofs (which landed yesterday; correx due end of June)
*Renewing the Hummer Bars (three Hummer Bars. I think I’d better stop, now.)
*Do the laundry
*Continue work on contracted short story, working title “Gadreel’s Folly” (mid-July target date)
*Continue work on novel (due end of June)
*The mandatory walk and exercise regime

I’d briefly considered going over to Winslow and stopping at the Spiro’s Gyros food truck for lunch, but that might need to wait until, oh, tomorrow, when I have to visit the vampyres, anyway.

Yesterday, was Echocardiogram and EKG Day.  Now waiting for those results.  We also stopped at the grocery store and I had a haircut in the afternoon.  That was Interesting, though possibly not for the reason you may imagine.  In the space of those three events, I moved from an environment where everyone was masked, to an environment where employees were masked, and customers who had not been vaccinated were asked to be masked (and where one maskless guy tried to pick a fight with Steve about masks, but missed), to the the place where I get my hair cut which was packed and I was the only one wearing a mask*.

It’s been Wicked Hot here in Central Maine over the last few days — I think we cracked 100F/38C on Monday; yesterday was merely 88F/31; and today the weatherbeans are calling for a balmy 85F/29C.  I, myself, am living for Friday, when the high temp is predicted to be 66F/19C.

Presently, I have two coon cat supervisors, while Steve makes do with one.

And that’s how the day’s getting underway, here at the Cat Farm and Confusion Factory.

Y’all stay safe.

Today’s blog title brought to you by the Mickey Mouse Club which was on network television around 1958/1959.  Here’s your link.

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*Yes, yes, I’m still wearing a mask, even though I’m vaccinated and all.  Doctor’s orders are to pretend I haven’t been vaccinated and the masking orders have never been dropped. This is because I’m a cancer patient (aka a person whose immune system has been purposefully repressed) and there’s some concern that the vaccine is not 100%, or even, yanno, 87% effective in that population.

I got nothin’ but love for you

Towels washed, now drying. Blankie run made, cat towels and throws now washing. The curtains in my office are CLOSED against the nice sunshine, because the weatherbeans are calling 95F today *and* have issued a Heat Advisory until 8 pm. I did…something…to my ankle, so will be typing with my foot up. Yes, it’s All About the Derring-Do. Tomorrow at ohmyghod in the morning, I have an appointment with the cardiologist, which will be new, but I hope not exciting. And I still have that story to finish. There is Mystery Soup from the back of the freezer for lunch, with a salad. Trooper has moved his operations to the jetpac next to my desk, and Sprite is curled up in the sun spotlight from the clerestory window, which dramatically lights the cedar chest. Belle is allowing Steve to brush her.

DEEP BREATH

. . .and I think that’s it from the Confusion Factory.

How’s it going at your house?

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