If I’m writing it must be Saturday

Still mostly ghosting the online life. Work and Whatnot — with more Whatnot than I believe is allowed under the Terms of the Contract.

Still fighting the good fight against our Android Overlords. I will get my books off of my tablet before it dies, or I’ll know the reason why — which? I’ve never understood why that was a threat.

I have committed retail therapy. A light — mat? flat? you can hardly call it a box at 0.16 inches thick — is on its way to me, which will make several projects I have in my longeye easier.  Also, in case I get Really Crazy, which there are Signs that I might, it’s small enough to fit in my laptop bag, in case I want to take it with me.

[Tangential Story: Back aways, my father took it into his head that maybe I was so weird because I was An Artist. He was something of a minor draftsman himself, so he took some pains to provide me with a light box, and two sets of beginner design packets (fashion and monsters — covering all his bases, as it were). I did really enjoy the light box, which, back then, was a sloping plastic “table” with a white plastic work surface, powered by a 40 watt bulb, and kept it with me for a long time (I think I still had it when I moved in with Steve), but as it turned out, I wasn’t An Artist, which was kind of a disappointment to my dad. Many years later, when I announced that I was A Writer, he bought me an unabridged dictionary.]

Here in Maine, it’s hot and sunny, with hotter coming down the pike.  I have the curtains closed over the many windows in my office, and the heat pump on COOL.

Steve is doing something with phyllo and blueberries, and I — have a short story to write.  Well.  *cracks knuckles*

Guess I’d better Get To It.

What’re you doing this weekend?

Well, he walked up to me and he asked me if I wanted to dance

So, I’ve been working along at my Proper Business, and will in theory finish a story in first draft this weekend, which will give me room to start another story, while I’m doing my pass through the novel chunks given to me by Steve.  Turns out that I can edit/expand pieces of a novel and write one short story on the side, but not more than one short story.  A Revelation.

I’ve been neglecting my embroidery for a couple days, because of the tendency of the Proper Business of writers to slop over into every other part of life, but last evening, I thought I’d have a Go at designing/practicing my embroidered signature.

In all, I had three Goes.  The first two were worked in three strands of blue thread; the second in yellow thread, name in one-strand, date in two-strands.  Yes, yes, I’m telling you this for a Reason.

For my First Go, I decided to see if I was an Undiscovered Artist of Thread and could sign my name freehand.  Spoiler:  I am no sort of artist at all, a revelation that surprises no one.

For my Second Go, I used the so-called “fabric pencil” I had purchased at JoAnn’s to try to sign the fabric.  This was a Disappointment for several reasons, the most important being that the pencil dragged along the cloth and barely left a guideline at all.  Still, I Made the Attempt.  The result was Somewhat better than the freehand, and I was encouraged to think that, if I used not three strands,  which is standard embroidery sewing thickness, but one, I might get a more readable result.

For my Study in Yellow, I used a fountain pen to sign the fabric, which left a good sharp line for me to follow with my thread.  I signed my name with one strand, and it was readable, but I felt, too thin.  I worked the date with two strands, and I think I have found my Grail.

All of this doodling around with thread has, I fear, Inspired me.  I wish to create a sampler of my own.  To do this, I will need to practice my letters, but that’s not much of a hardship, there being tutorials on the web.  What’s going to be hard is getting my design on fabric so I can stitch over it.  I see people saying that you can transfer from PDF patterns onto cloth by using a sunny window (and a fabric pencil? errr…), but that really seems like a non-starter to me for what ought to be precision work.  I used to have a lightbox (yeah, no, not an artist — I did layout), but it’s gone the way of Things Long Ago.  I suppose I could buy a kid’s “toy”  lightbox; they’re cheap enough and ought to do the job.  OTOH, I’m already into this hobby for thread and needles and a sewing box, and I’ll really need to eventually break down and get an iron, and Where Will It End, I ask you?

So, there’s That.  And now the reason I went on and on endlessly about colors and thread and the Science of my approach.

Here are the Blue Attempts:

And here is the Yellow:

And, just for fun, here’s the sampler I finished the other day:

Today’s blog title is brought to you by The Crystals, “Then He Kissed Me.”  This is one of those songs from the 1960s that I love, and which would probably be Deeply Disturbing if I first heard it today.  Culture moves on, I guess.  Anyhow, here’s your link.

We started out for paradise

So, there’s been an inquiry — what the heck are we doing, anyway?

I’m pleased that people care enough to wonder after us, and I do understand that the terms of my profession include the tacit understanding that I will be Endlessly Entertaining on the Internets.

However.

The truth is that I’m not especially entertaining, all by myself — rather boring, really — nor are these entertaining times.  My household is doing what many other households are doing — getting by, working quietly at our various tasks, communing with the cats, and just trying to stay strong.  Yes, I’m reading a lot.  I like to read; reading is what got me into the Author Biz in the first place.

As reported just a few days ago, we’re working on the next Jethri book, and that goes like this:  Steve is lead on the story.  When he finishes a section, by which we mean, he feels it’s correct and will require no more adjustments or updates, he passes it on to me for editing, adding clarifying bits, and occasional bridge work.  All very so-so, but it gets the job done.

We have two stories under contract, one for an upcoming anthology, Girls in Tank Tops, edited by Jason Cordova; the other for Baen.com, to be published in mid-November.  Both of those are specifically Liaden stories.  On the side, because there’s nothing like the thrill of writing a side story when you have work under contract, I’m writing a short set in Low Port, working title “Our Lady of Benevolence.”

I believe I mentioned, though I repeat it now for the people in the back, that there will be no new Liaden novel published in 2021.  Steve and I are very sorry about that; it’s completely our fault.  The mass market edition of Trader’s Leap will be available in September, and a new paperback edition of Local Custom, in November.  We have also signed a contract for the fifth Liaden Universe® Constellation, to be published sometime in 2022.  I’ll get the TOC up as I can.

For those who may have missed the announcement, the audiobook edition of Trader’s Leap, narrated by Eileen Stevens, is now available from Audible.

We do still have Liaden books under contract, those would be two Jethri books (Steve is lead on both, and is writing the first one now, see above), and two to be named later.  Right now, I’m inclining toward the doings at Tinsori Light for the first of those, though that’s not set in anything even resembling stone.

Regarding conventions, Steve and I will be Guests of Honor at AlbaCon (the one in Albany, New York).  This is a virtual con, and here’s your link. Yes, it says “2020;” it’s this year’s information, trust me.

Steve and I are also looking at DisCon 3, that’s the upcoming WorldCon, in December.  We’re still talking about whether that will be a virtual attendance, or if we’ll be physically taking the train down to DC and actually attend a convention for the first time since Forever.  Here’s your link to DisCon.

Other than the above, yes, I have taken up embroidery again, which is not a bad thing; it is not “taking me away” from writing any more than reading “takes me away” from writing.  Woman cannot Just Do One Thing every waking hour.  Well, OK.  Some women doubtless can, but not this one.

Today’s blog post title comes from “Start the Car,” Jude Cole.  Here’s your link.

 

Writers have hobbies, too

Back in The Day, I used to do needlework.   Then, my hands went bad, and I stopped for awhile, by which I mean 30 years.

Much more recently, I had been prescribed drugs that did really nasty things to my joints and muscles, especially my hands, and in desperation, I took up needle-and-thread again, hoping to restore some kind of flexibility to my fingers, because you’d be amazed how often you need your fingers in this life.

To my surprise, working with a needle has helped return suppleness to my fingers, which had already been somewhat improved by bidding the meds good-bye.

So, now I have a hobby, which means y’all are going to be troubled from time to time with pictures of the Work in Process.

Here’s the current sampler, front on the left; back on the right.

 

 

 

 

 

In business news, Steve and I are still working on the next book (which is a Jethri book), and have a couple short stories under contract.  A new mass market paperback edition of Local Custom is scheduled for the fall.

We have both been vaccinated, and it’s getting hard to resist the lure of the sudden spring sunshine.  Two weeks ago, Maine was a grey and mud-brown mess.  Now, everything’s greening up, and pollen is in the air.

For those who have no interest in embroidery.  Here’s a picture of Sprite.

 

I can see a new horizon, underneath a blazing sky

So, that was 2020.

Moving on. . .

Here at the Cat Farm and Confusion Factory on this snowy second day of January 2021, we’re settling down to work.  The cats have taken up their work stations — Trooper in the ustabe manuscript box on my desk, Sprite in the copilot’s chair next to me; Steve’s back in his office, Belle on lap.

Winter has officially arrived.  We expect to see about 7 inches of (thankfully fluffy) new snow on the ground today, then more snow Monday and Tuesday.  This will catch us up to the Proper Seasonal Look — after a modest start, the weather had turned warm, a nor’easter dropped a couple inches of rain, instead of snow, and there was grass and mud and downed sticks for as far as the eye could see.  Snow is prettier, especially if you don’t have to shovel it.

In and around Everything, I lost 20 pounds last year (per doctors’ orders; the theory is that less thick people have a reduced chance of cancer recurrence).  I guess I ought to lose another 10, just to show the doctors that I’m in the game, but I really don’t think I want to go any lower than 160 lbs/11 stone, and maybe not that low.

As previously mentioned, I’m working on an Archers Beach story.  I hope that today will reveal if it’s a novel or something shorter.  If it’s a novel, I’m about to be in hot water, but — we’ll see.

I did have a Bad Moment yesterday, when I discovered that I had thrown away my maps and other notes for the first three Carousel books, in a Fit of Despond.  I do try not to throw stuff away when I’m in the grips of a Fit, but it doesn’t always work.  Happily, I did NOT throw out the year 2000 edition of the Arrow Street Atlas of 133 Maine Cities and Towns, including!  Old Orchard Beach.  Also the OOB Chamber of Commerce has one of those silly little promotional maps on the web, pinpointing the location of various “attractions.”  Work!  can go forward with many less FIND THIS’s in the text.  Also, in Balance for the Bad Moment, an Exhilarating One, when I found via the map that the street name I had pulled out of my head (at random) — Burdette Street — was actually the correct street, and yes, there was a small wood at the bottom of the street, where it intersects with Foote Street.

I have not forgotten about the Authors’ Spoiler Discussion of Trader’s Leap.  This will not be a daily thing, but I’m shooting for once a week.  In the meantime, if you have questions, you can ask them here.

Hope every one of you is having a reasonably pleasant day.

Stay safe.

Today’s blog title brought to you by John Parr, “St. Elmo’s Fire.”

What’s doing at the Cat Farm and Confusion Factory

Let me say upfront that the cats are well.  Sprite in particular has been very much enjoying our serial viewing of “Lucifer.”  I think she has a crush on Maize.  In order to put back the weight she lost in the autumn, Belle has been getting a serving of gooshy food every day.  First, we tried giving this to her in Isolation, but she refused to eat it.  This made us realize the error of our way, and we now feed all three cats gooshy food at once (Trooper and Sprite getting a lesser amount), and now Belle eats with good appetite.  Maine coon cats are social eaters; they even come in and have a bite with us when we sit down to a meal (the cat bowls being in the dining room.  Yeah, it’s a strange house.).

In author news — we’re also well.  I’m still coming to terms with some of the results of having had cancer, and cancer therapy, and toothy new meds — but that’s going to be the story of my life for the next five or ten years, and therefore comes under the Umbrella of Well.

Because of the situation with my health, we did miss the deadline for the next book.  We have an extension from Madame the Publisher, and Steve is on the case, but, there will probably not be a new Liaden book for you in 2021.  We’re sorry about that, honest:  I would have much rather stayed on the planned timeline, where we handed the book in on time, had two weeks in Lubec, fulfilled our duties as Guests of Honor at AlbaCon, and seen Janis Ian in concert at Rockport, Mass.

I’m returning to writing somewhat more slowly.  Right now, I’m working on a story, or perhaps it’s a novel, set in Archers Beach.  I’m also making notes for a Liaden novel, because contracts exist, after all.

I do have a side project going at the moment — I’m talking about Trader’s Leap from my point of view.  Spoilers abound, but for those interested, the discussion starts here and continues here.  Also!  There is a spoiler discussion here, where people can ask me about Trader’s Leap.

And that’s the news that’s fit to print.

Everybody stay safe.

 

Word Play

One of the. . .side effects of being simultaneously the author of a long-running series which contains quite a number of made-up words, and a long-time reader of Just About Anything is that. . .sometimes readers of the stuff I write don’t know when I’m using a “real” word or a made-up word.

I hasten to say that this is not just something that I do — use old words, or make up news ones.  Most writers indulge in word play.  We wouldn’t be in this business, if we didn’t love language.

From Trader’s Leap, we have the following. . .odd. . .words:

brume — (broom) mist or fog.  This is an English word

empyrean — (em-PEER-ee-in) celestial. This is an English word

louche — (loosh) disreputable or sordid in a rakish or appealing way. This is an English word

wrapt — (rapt) past participle of wrap. This is an English word, although it is an old English word

aequitas — (ee-KWI-tis) This is a Latin word, the basis of the English word “equality”.  It is also the name of a goddess: In Roman mythology, Aequitas, also known as Aecetia, was the goddess of fair trade and honest merchants.

ombudsone — (ohm-BUDS-one) one third of this word is made up.  The English form is “ombudsman,” but in the Liaden Universe® we try to avoid unnecessary gendering.  So “man” in the original gets replaced with “one,” and I think we should immediately adopt this word in real life.

daibri’at — (DAY-bree-aht) Liaden Universe® Tai Chi.  This is a made-up word

sokyum — (SEW-kee-um) a large feline-ish creature.  This is a made-up word

zaliata — (zah-LEE-ah-tah) For the purposes of our narrative, it denotes an energy creature, perhaps an angel.  Another made-up word

And, there!  That was fun.  At least, it was for me.

 

Well, we know where we’re going, but we don’t know where we’ve been

I just made a Project To-Do List

Well.  It’s good to be busy.

1  Finish collecting and collating the tyops.  End September 9

2  Proof The Wrong Lance ebook, collate it, and get it up for pre-order

2a  Take The Wrong Lance down from Patreon and Splinter Universe. September 12

3  Complete interview.  November 1

4  Write short story for DERELICT anthology.  December 1

5  Write short story to make the pair with “Galaxy Ballroom” for Adventures in the Liaden Universe® Number, um…31? (eek!)  November 15

6  Decide if I’m Actually Going to Write another Archers Beach novel, or if I can scratch that itch by writing two novellas, instead.  Realsoonnow

7  Assist Steve as needed on the (two) Liaden books he’s lead on.  July 2021, July 2022

8  Plot and write the next Liaden book, but one.  Um.  July 2023?

The really annoying thing is?  I feel like I’m missing something.

Well.  It’ll come to me.

Today’s blog title brought to you by The Talking Heads: The Road to Nowhere

And so it goes…

It’s been a while since we last talked, and rightly may you ask “What on earth has the woman been doing?”

Well, I’ll tell you.

I finished with the Trader’s Leap copy edits, and returned them to M’sieur the Editor, who has passed them on to the typesetter.  Which, yes, means that there is possibly an eArc in your Nearish Future.

The serialization of The Wrong Lance has finished.  It will remain on Splinter Universe and Patreon through September 11 — coincidentally, my birthday.  On September 12 all chapters and authors notes will be removed and compiled into a chapbook, Splinter Universe Presents:  The Wrong Lance, for those folks who have requested a souvenir.  Here’s the cover art:

We expect to release this concurrently with the mass market edition of Accepting the Lance, on October 22.

Oh, what else?  Ah!  I moderated a panel at reCONvene on August 15, marking my first time as a moderator and a panelist at a virtual convention.  I had fun!  My panelists — Steven Barnes, Jenn Brissett, Br Guy Consolmagno, and Adrian Tchaikovsky — were brilliant and I’d do it again in a heartbeat, which!

Happens to be a good thing, because Steve and I will be participating in AlbaCon in the Afternoon on Sunday, August 30 — which is coming right up!  Other attendees are the writing team of Debra Doyle and James D. Macdonald.  Steve and I will be reading — a bit from Trader’s Leap and another bit from a recent chapbook to be named later.  More information will be forthcoming as we have it.

Other than those two events, we’re staying pretty quiet, and healing from the Compleat Disruption of Everything which has been the last 19 months of our lives.  We’ve been reading a lot, as you can see from the lists I’ve been posting; taking advantage of the local Farm Pick Up for fresh fruits, veggies, meats, and cheeses, taking long country rides and visiting some of the little parks with which Maine is liberally sprinkled.  We depend on InstaCart for our grocery shopping, and I’m kind of pleased at the fall-off in necessary doctor visits.

On that front, I have do still have one more medical appointment — this Wednesday — before taking up the new aromatase inhibitor (the first having, um, invoked Unwanted Side Effects), and Seeing What Happens.  In the meanwhile, I have two pounds more to lose to hit the first 10 pounds my oncologist wants me to lose.  This is a two-part process:  first hit and maintain at 178 pounds, then move on to maintaining 170.

Yes, I have changed my diet, and it wasn’t really a hardship, since the “plant based” diet isn’t so very much different from what we’d been doing, anyway.  Basically, it’s less bacon, more fish, and lots more veggies, but — I like veggies.

I’m also slowly getting back to something resembling exercise, though — I never thought I’d say this — I miss the gym.  There you have it, though, I do miss the gym — almost as much as I miss going to the ocean.

Fans of the cats will wish to know that Belle has been feeling a little poorly.  The cause appears to be her calcium levels, and she is now on a weekly, very low dose of Fosamax, of all things.  She’ll have another blood draw in three to four weeks to see if this therapy is succeeding.

. . .I think that catches us up.  I will try to do better about updates, now that life has settled somewhat, if not exactly returned to normal.  Mostly, we’ll be writing, reading and cat herding here in Central Maine — which, come to think of it, is our normal.

Here’s a picture of Steve and me at Swan Lake State Park, in Swanville Maine.

To send a wagon for thy minstrel

So, it’s been a while since we’ve chatted.  My excuse is — page proofs arrived for the mass market edition of Accepting the Lance (to be published on October 27), and needed to be proofread.  No sooner than had we sent them back, then the copy edits for Trader’s Leap (to be published on December 1) landed, and that’s what I’m occupying myself with at the moment.

In-between All That, Steve and I have had several, err, creative meetings — to dignify a process that involves a lot of hand-waving, staring out of windows, pitching random scenes and sentences, and refilling the wine glasses — regarding the next book under contract.

Those of you who have been following along will perhaps recall that The Original Plan had Steve as lead on the next book, while I had needed surgery on my left foot, and held myself ready to consult, taking up the duties of Staff once I was fit, and also working on a side book.  I may not have said that outloud, about the side book, but that was part of The Original Plan.

It is here that we insert:  The best laid schemes o’mice an’ men gang aft agley.

We started well enough.  Then, in January, there was a funky mammogram, which meant biopsies of both breasts, only one of which had been invaded by cancer; followed by a mastectomy in mid-March, and a course of radiation therapy, which ended in mid-June, when I started taking a prescribed aromatase inhibitor, which produced crippling side effects. We’re now in the phase of letting that med leave my system before we try another one.

Otherwise, I’m pretty much recovered, absent the fact that I’m having some memory and cognitive issues, which I’m told will improve, in good time.

And then of course, there are the on-going shared threats to health, liberty, and life that we are all dealing with.

During all of this, Steve was Front, whose expanded duties included driving me to radiation therapy — a 266 mile round trip — every weekday, making sure we were fed, laundered, and up-to-date.

The book languished.  We missed one deadline, and were on track to missing the second, extended, deadline.

Thus, the creative meeting.  Which led to the realization that we needed to start again.

We spoke to Madame the Agent, who spoke to Madame the Publisher.  Between us all, we worked out a new delivery date, in 2021.  So, this is your Distant Early Warning: There will likely not be a new Liaden book published in 2021.  A Miracle may occur — it would not be the first time that Madame the Publisher has pulled a rabbit out of her hat, but that’s not the way the smart money ought to bet.

Today’s blog title is brought to you by Hildegard von Blingen, covering Gotye’s “Somebody that I Used to Know.”  Here’s your link.