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The Studio and other nonsense

So that’s 1,387 “new” words, that aren’t actually “new” but a scene that I’d pulled for Not Fitting In. What I did was rewrite it slightly and now? It fits. WIP now weighs in at 97,060. More or less.

I’m stopping for the moment, because — gotta think now. And also I need to find the Winter Runner, which — the old woman who lives with me put it somewhere, I’m sure, logical and safe. And damned if I can find it. None of the cats remember where it went, either. (SPOILER: Found it!)

Well. While I’m up, I should do my duty to those same cats and warm up the last of the soup (with cornbread!) for lunch.
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Went out just before it started to rain. Bought a cheap non-skid rug for the studio* (oh, how swanky is that? “THE STUDIO.” buffs nails on shirt), then stopped at Shaw’s for milk, butter, bread, wine, cheese. You know — the basics.

I should prolly get a dehumidifier for The Studio, too, but I’m running out of the ready for this project — ref “the basics” above.

The guys in the basement inform me that they’re still thinking, and also out of beer, so I’m guessing that’s my cue to take myself and my book over to the couch until it’s time to serve up Happy Hour.

Hope everybody had a goodish-to-good day.

Take care; I’ll check in tomorrow.
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*Yes, I did hear all the arguments against a rug. Thank you.

You can only see the stars after a setting sun

What went before ONE: A smol break to eat lunch (in fact, a ham sandwich, the ham heated up), make a pot of rice, and do my duty to the cats.

The writing’s going really well, After I finish up in the front of the house, I’ll go back and see if there’s anything else cooking.

The cats of course, have all joined me in my office, so I can feel guilty about my eventual desertion to the writing room.

Which reminds me that some folks had wanted to see where I had put the bats. Here they are:

By reader request, the “story” of the poster: Steve used to work in a video store, and when a new batch of posters came in, he adopted this one.

It is worth noting that Steve also had a Close Personal Relationship with Disney’s Sorcerer’s Apprentice. When I met him, one of his favorite shirts was a silky dark blue with a Sorcerer’s Apprentice print.

What went before TWO: So, that was +/-1,530 new words today, which brings the WIP Entire right around 95,600, as the end of the book keeps getting further away. I also updated the Chapter-by-Chapter.

Tomorrow, I have some phone calls to make, and I’ll need to do them early. Also, I need to clear off my “business desk,” because even though I’m hardly here, it’s a wreck. Well. Because writing at the moment is far more entertaining than Real Life, I do just tend to toss stuff onto a “I’ll deal with it later,” pile.

Happy Hour has been served. I need to put away my socks, now that they’re clean and dry and all, and update the to-do list.

So, that was my day, and hoping yours was as peaceful.

Everybody have a good evening; stay safe. I’ll see you tomorrow.

Monday. Dim and cool. Rain predicted.

I had forgotten that today is a holiday. Files under The Perils of Freelancing. Crossfiles under The Perils of Living Alone. No mail today. Gummint offices closed. Oh. Wait.

One of the offices I needed to call this morning was closed. However! The hospital at Rockport was on the case, and able to reschedule my Dark O’Clock Appointment for 11am two days earlier in the same week.

I’m calling this a success on the day.

Today, I am still giving my hands a break, for values of “a break” that does not include fine work such as cutting out teensy pattern pieces, or embroidery, so I guess I’m writing. After breakfast and girding mine loins and all like that.

Who else has had an early success?

Today’s blog post title brought to you by The Other Steve Miller, “Wild Mountain Honey“

I met her in a club down in old Soho

Oh, dear, dearie me…

For those who have not read it, Be Warned. We are told by a Concerned Reader that Diviner’s Bow is the second Liaden book that was “written for LBGYQ” instead of “staying true to the storyline and characters.”

Well. That’s me told.

In other news — and what I actually stopped by to say — between cutting out teensy pieces of paper, followed by driving for sevenish hours, followed by chores, I have managed to scrod my hands, which means I need to change the shape of the next few days, to wit!

Today and Monday I shall write; Tuesday, I shall finish cutting out my glass pattern and taping said teensy pieces to the appropriate pieces of glass (which means I’ll be missing needlework, but there are only so many hours in the day — and what’s with that exactly?). Wednesday, I have a haircut scheduled, and also some writing to do; Thursday evening is glasswork, I may need to hit the grocery during the day; Sarah comes by on Friday morning.

Also, I need to get a tattoo across my forehead that says, YOU ARE NOT 40.

So! Breakfast was oatmeal with cranberries and walnuts. Lunch will be a ham sandwich, or something else including ham, because leftovers, and!

Time to go to work.

What’s your upcoming week looking like?

Today’s blog post title brought to you by The Kinks, “Lola” because — obviously.  Released in 1970.

Here, have a picture of Tali:

A gypsy wind is blowing warm tonight

Saturday. Sunny and warmer than I had expected.

Many chores have been accomplished, including doing the preliminary set up for my glass working space. I had a moment of despair when I realized that none of the many outlets in the Foosball Room, err, worked. Then I remembered my fusebox lessons from Steve Symonds, crossed the basement, flipped a switch, and hey, presto! Power, we haz it.

I have two oil radiators, and also the old electric heater that I replaced not because it didn’t work, but because it was old. So, it, too may join me and I’m thinking that room will be toasty as heck, even in winter.

The library cart (sorry, Steve) will be put into use to hold my glass and tools where I can see everything, and Archie’s stool (I bought a nasty old wooden stool at a flea market back in nineteen-seventy-ought two, I guess, all over splotches of paint, and — oh it was a mess. But for fifty cents, who could say no. Took it home, did the sanding and the priming and painted it Chinese Red. When I brought Archie in to run the place, that was his favorite seat.) is just the right height to park my fundament (why does spellcheck not know fundament?) on while I glare at the pattern, which I have no doubt I will be doing a lot of.

There was a big old warped piece of wood leaning against the wall, which I have put down, so I’ll have something besides a concrete floor between me and the permafrost, and I should probably get a cheap rug, for another layer. Right not, All The Things are on top of the board, because I’m hoping to flatten out the bow.

Now! I need to rustle lunch, and then, oh, go out to TJMaxx.

Yes, yes, I’m supposed to be getting rid of stuff so it will be easier for those who have to clean up after me, and instead, I’m getting new stuff.

How’s Saturday treating you?

Oh, hey, my work-area-in-process:

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Hmmph. Did another exploratory round of Stuff I Already Have. Identified a glass keeper, known to those of us who had administrative/secretarial jobs as a desk-top file organizer, which will do fine. It is metal, but easy enough to soften each section by taping in a manila folder or two.

Steve used to have these … big foam tiles that he used in the SRM office (another basement location). They interlocked, so you could make your space as big as you needed, and they were soft, which was easier on your back and legs. I went looking for them, but no luck. And — I have a really hard time remembering where I last saw what. It could be they never even made the move to this house. So now I’m trying to remember where he got them. Maybe Staples? Back when Staples actually had things in their store instead of offering to order it online for you?

mooches off to Staples online

SPOILER: As suggested by several Facebook friends, Home Depot had them, aka “single sided gym tile”

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And that’s enough fun for one day.

I went to TJ Maxx and unexpectedly came upon a wooden plate holder, which will handily hold the glass I’m working with now. I can foresee a time when I’ll need to bring the other holder into play but for now, I’ve put it aside.

I put together some “gym” tiles, and put them directly on the floor in front of my work bench. All The Things are still piled on top of the warped board, but I’m not having to walk on the warped board, so that’s a win.

For a change, we are not under a freeze warning tonight, so that’s a change. And now that I’ve had my fun, I need to finish up washing cat bowls, by which time, it will be Happy Hour.

How time does fly.

Everybody have a good evening. Stay safe.

I’ll check in tomorrow.

The work space as now configured:

Tonight’s blog post title brought to you by Mr. Robert Seger, who is pretty damned sure of himself, so there is that:  “You’ll Accomp’ny Me“

If you wanna be happy for the rest of your life…

Friday.

Pics before wordage:

 

 

So that was a pleasant day. Cool but not frigid on the beach, despite a brisk breeze. Took a pleasant walk along the trail at Scarborough Marsh, from whence the picture of the Great White Heron and also what I believe to be a loon, which if so — a coup. I mean, herons are hard to photograph, but loons are impossible.

At Old Orchard, I walked the beach, and up into town, had a chicken salad wrap and a root beer at Cafe 64, decided not to go down to Wells, but to come on home, but avoiding the interstate because construction. This of course meant that I got lost in Portland, which is business as usual. I finally asked the car’s navcamp for a way home that avoided highways, and boy didn’t it oblige me? However! I discovered a new road. I truly do not believe I’ve been on Route 88 before, and that was just a splendid drive. So — Serendipity For the Win.

I came home to the news that the nerve conduction test — that’s probably not what it’s called — has been scheduled for October 23 at 3:45 which won’t do for two reasons, those being it will mean I have to miss stained glass, and! I’ll have to drive home from Rockport in the dark (that’s 50ish miles of unlit back roads from the Confusion Factory), and I don’t know the route well enough to want to do that. So, I’ll add rescheduling that piece of optimism to my pile of Monday phone calls.

The cats — all three, which made for some confusion of who was where and how do I not fall over — threw themselves onto to me with loud cries the second I opened the door. I did tell them I was going to be gone for most of the day, but apparently neither Tali nor Rookie can tell time and Firefly’s skills are a little rocky.

I now have Rook and Tali keeping a Very Close Eye while I type this update, and Firefly is having a wee dram of dry food to recruit herself.

I see that we’re under a Freeze Alert this evening, which means I’ll be needing to cover the rose again.

But before that, I need to put the clean dishes away and, oh…pour a glass of wine.

How did your Friday play out?

Today’s blog post title is brought to you by Jimmy Soul, “If you wanna be happy.”  My excuse is that this is the song that was playing when I turned the car on this morning.  Recorded in 1962.

Come and take a walk with your sister, the Moon

The moon is gorgeous tonight, big and yellow.

So, now I have glass and the means to cut it, though I am strictly forbidden from doing so until next class. What I do have to do is finish cutting out my pattern and affixing the pieces to the appropriate pieces of glass so that I can begin cutting my glass next class.

Excuse me: “Seymour Glass. Do you See More Glass?” Thank you, J.D. Salinger. Honest to Ghod how long do I have to pay for that English project?

So! I’m feeling, actually, better about the glassworking after this evening’s class. Maybe because I have a better feel for how the moving parts fit together. Possibly because the instructor did not faint dead away when she saw my pattern, but said, “Oh, that’s nice, did you get that out of one of my books?” and then helped me modify that big swodge of “ocean” that some of y’all were so worried about.

I see that I’m going to have to be moving the portable radiators into The Foosball Room (so called because there was a Foosball table in that room when we looked at the house, and for a time it was a question whether or not we would be adopting), aka The Cold Room aka The Workshop, so I can cut glass (permission will apparently be given to cut glass at home eventually) without my supervisors getting paws on, not to mention glass in their fur.

For tonight, my glass and assorted Stuff is in the car. I’ll need to move it down to The Foosball Room before I head for the ocean tomorrow.

Fans of Firefly will wish to know that she is having the Zoomies. Apparently, she DID SO TELL the kids that I would be home and that I would feed them, first thing I got inside, and as this has come to pass, her stock has gone up.

That’s all I’ve got to report. The rest of my evening will be reading today’s chapter of A Night in the Lonesome October, and getting something to eat.

Everybody stay safe. Writer’s Day Off Tomorrow. I’ll check in as I can.

Oh, wait! My bats came:

Tonight’s blog post title brought to you by U2, “She Moves In Mysterious Ways“

She walks looks and drives like an ace now

What went before ONE:  Oh. Here’s something amusing.

Someone had suggested yesterday that I go to Aldi for grapes.

I typed “Aldi near me” into the search bar, and I am offered!

Newington NH (250 miles RT)
Dover NH (250 miles RT)
And! My favorite: Port Orange, FL (3,000 miles RT)

So, that’s why I’m not going to Aldi for grapes.
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What went before TWO:  Two thousand eight hundred and eighty-ish new words written, bringing the WIP entire into the vicinity of 94,050.

“Frogging” is a knitting term that I believe Brenda Clough introduced into my vocabulary. It comes from “rip it, rip it” which is what one does when one makes a mistake.

Tomorrow will not be a writing day. I have some layout to complete and a couple phone calls to make before I hit the road to Glass Express, where the class is to meet our instructor “directly after work.” I wonder what that means. Class officially starts at 6. I guess if I arrive at 5, the time won’t be wasted. I mean, really, I’m going to be in a glass shop. It’s not like there won’t be stuff to look at.

Checking the weather, I see that we are now under a Freeze Watch tonight. Looks like I’d better go out and cover up the rose bush.

Aaand, back. Rook saw me heading for the front door and threw himself at my knees, yelling. It is almost Happy Hour, but jeez, kid.

In addition to the freeze warning, the weatherbeans tell me that it will be sunny and 60ishF/16ishC on Friday. Rain starting Sunday evening and that’s most of next week, right there. So! Friday Will Be a Writer’s Day Off.

I do believe that’s all the news &c.

Everybody have a good evening. Stay safe. I’ll check in tomorrow.
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Thursday, sunny and cold. Ish.

I did turn on the oil heat to warm us up at floor level, while the heat pumps do their thing overhead.

I did cover the rosebush last night, but something disagreed with my design decision, be it wind or be it beast, and the blanket was off the rose this morning.

Today! I really hope to get the November echapbook up for preorder. Fingers crossed. I also have some phone calls to make. Including a call to make an appointment to have my hair cut. I’m still liking it longer, except for the part where my bangs fall in my eyes — see haircut, above.

I find a note from Adult Ed in my mail this morning informing me that our instructor expects to meet us at Glass Express at 5 pm, so that’s one question answered.

I also see in my inbox that! my bats will arrive today. That’s awesome. The last best guess for delivery that I saw was October 15 or something. Early delivery FTW.

Yes, I bought bats. I like bats.

What else? Oh. Just got a “Hello, this is a cold call for Steve Miller. Is he –” Sigh. I really miss being able to slam down a receiver.

I had the house phone forwarding to my cell, so that the cellular robot could stop that stuff before it even got recorded. It was doing a good job, too. Then, a couple days ago, the house phone started ringing again — one call from the hospital and four calls for Steve. I need to look up again how to forward the landline.

So! That’s my day pretty well laid out.

Who’s doing something that’s fun?

Today’s blog post title is from The Beach Boys, “Fun, fun, fun” — which is also a formative song.  First, there’s the Interesting Truth of:
Well the girls can’t stand her
‘Cause she walks, looks, and drives like an ace now

And also — granting that I’m probably the only one who ever put this spin on it, welcome to my brain — that Our Narrator is a hero because he’s going to let her drive his car.  Because, I mean, yeah, what else would he want to do?

Rosebush, uncovered:

For those who are still with me, here’s the link to this morning’s cat census.

Gloomy ol’ day with writing and soup

What went before: I think I may have wrassled a working book outta The System. I’ll check again when I get home after needlework.

In the meantime, the hospital decided it had been coy enough and decided to Reveal that it had the orders for the xray of my spine, which — three weeks in the making! — took 15 minutes.

It is, however, done, and I now have tomorrow, most of Thursday, all of Friday to do writing and other needed tasks here at the Confusion Factory. That is, of course, unless I decide that I really have to go to the ocean on Friday. Because a drive to the ocean is always in order.

It is very warm outside in the world. While I was out, I filled up the car and bought nine! dollars! worth of California grapes. I gotta start watching prices closer.

So, I’m checking out for the day.

Y’all stay safe. I’ll see you tomorrow.
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And the work day commences.  The goal is 1,000 words.  My supervisor is skeptical:

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Wednesday. Rainy, cool, and gloomy.

Had to frog a scene and rewrite. New material is up for this afternoon. Did a load of wash, because I could.

Taking a break now to make ham and bean soup for lunch — ref rainy, cool, gloomy — and glare at my email.

Got the results of my spine xray and my bloodwork back. I would like to talk to my doctor about what these things mean — remember when you could talk to your doctor on the phone? — but I guess I’ll wait until December.

In slightly better news, I do have a PT appointment in mid-November — in Oakland! (aka 3 miles from my house; 6 mile RT). I was pretty sure I was going to have to drive to Augusta (aka 40 miles RT) for PT, so that was a nice medical surprise. I’m hoping that the therapist and I can put her heads together and get a long-term fix that doesn’t require surgery, because we’re avoiding surgery, we are. With bells on.

The cats have each checked in with me this morning, and Rookie did an hour of supervision at the beginning of the shift, but apparently rewriting is boring.

It looks like, if I’m going to the ocean, Friday is my bet, before next week’s nor’easter. Friday drive to the ocean is therefore inked in for Friday.

So! For those reading along: How ’bout that Bubo? Pretty dern bold, I thought him. Or perhaps I mean foolhardy.

What’s the weather where you are?

Some people hope for a miracle cure

What went before ONE: New embroidery hoop! SOooooo exciting!

Oh. Also, my ballot.

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What went before TWO: 6:30 and it’s dark. I know it will only get worse from here, but … I’m really not ready for the dark this year.

Well. Sucks to be me.

On the writing front! One thousand nine hundred and fifty-fiveish new words, bringing the entire WIP into the vicinity of 92,300 total words.

Tomorrow, which I’ve been using Tuesday as a Chore Day because the needlework club makes it shortish, I plan on formatting Civilized Behavior and with luck may actually get the ebook up for preorder.

Wednesday and Friday both look clear for writing all day, which will be … exciting. A Schedule is starting to emerge from the surrounding chaos.

I did not make the phone call to the lawyer today, so that’s been bumped to Thursday, which will also be a Chore Day. This means I could call early, which does me no good at all, because the lawyer’s in Seattle.

The new oblong hoop is exactly what I want to finish embroidering my shirt, and that’s all set up. I do still need to thread my needles for tomorrow.

I also have my absentee ballot. This year we have a “Citizen Initiative” to vote on, to wit! Do I want to change Maine election laws to eliminate two days of absentee voting, end ongoing absentee voter status for seniors and those with disabilities, ban prepaid postage on ballot return envelopes, limit the number of ballot drop boxes, require voters to show a photo ID before voting, and! — this is the best part — “make other changes to our elections”.

. . . I am sorry to report that my ballot is incomplete. I may vote Yes or I may vote No, but I may not vote HELL No. Well. I will make do.

Everybody have a good evening. Stay safe.

I’ll see you tomorrow.

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Tuesday. Sunny and a little breezy. Trash and recycling at the curb. Emails written. Breakfast et (toast and cottage cheese and strawberries). Kettle on for second cup of tea.

Lunch will be premade salmon cakes with leftover butter beans.

I and my Trusty Meter Stick have retrieved not one, but two! springs from beneath the bureau.

As soon as I’m finished here, I’ll be (1) completing my absentee ballot, (2) compiling Civilized Behavior, and! (3) doing my best to get it set up for preorders. Also on today’s to-do is one’s duty to the cats, getting my needles threaded, and going out to needlework.

Today is (I checked) Book Day! for the Ribbon Dance audiobook, written by Sharon Lee and Steve Miller, narrated by Alex Picard.

Go forth, Little Audiobook, and do Great Things!

Link to All Things Ribbon Dance.

What’ve you got planned for the day?

Today’s blog post title from Billie Joel, “Innocent Man“

Lukey’s boat’s got a fine fore cuddy

Shoulder dragon:

What went before: All righty, then! I have finished reading the page proofs for the Diviner’s Bow mass market. I’ll work a little later tonight to gather up the (very few) typos and send them along to Baen, so that‘s outta my hair.

This leaves me with the Top Sekrit Project, and completing the set-up and listings for Civilized Behavior, the November chapbook.

Today, the WIP broke 90,000 words, so that’s a thing.

Tomorrow is supposed to see a return to the 80sF, weatherwise. Someone had asked…somewhere, if it had been cool enough today to warrant wearing a hoodie. The answer being that today’s “hoodie” is a long-sleeved t-shirt that happens to have a hood. I don’t know why these design decisions are taken. I wanted a purple-striped t-shirt, and this one was on sale.

Everybody have a good evening. Stay safe.

I’ll see you tomorrow.
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So! Monday. Sunny and going to be Actually Warm. It is in fact 80F/27C in my office as of right now.

Got up early and hit the keyboard, wrote +/-1,425 new words. I want to get back to it. Maybe after I finish up the business portion of the day.

The really good news so far on the day (until the mail arrives and I see if my oval hoop was actually delivered, whereupon — new embroidery hoop!) is that the next door neighbor’s tree guy is willing to take my problem trees down while he’s doing the work next door. He’ll be by tomorrow to take a look IRL, give me quote, and — fingers crossed! — the trees will be taken care of in December.

The annoying news on the day is that the company through which I am financing the replacement doors in Steve’s office keeps texting me…things. I don’t want them texting me. Email. Email is the height of human communication, IMNSHO. Texting is an abomination, though I grant it’s useful in an emergency. I also don’t want medical entities texting me, but so far I haven’t made an impression there, either.

So! Trash and recycling are in the garage ready to be taken up to the curb tomorrow morning. And I have some email to answer, and at least one phone call to make.

Whhoooosssssshhhhh!

What’re you doing today?

Today’s blog post title from Great Big Sea, “Lukey’s Boat.”