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Friday evening

What Went Before ONE: So back from the grocery store where I bought too much food. Or possibly I mean I spent too much money on food.

Turkey chili is on the stove, that being: 8 ounces of turkey, which was the last two turkey “burgers” I’d frozen backaways, a can of black beans, drained, an aseptic pack of crushed tomato, a can of diced tomato, two BIG handfuls of spinach, onion, garlic, green pepper, paprika, ginger, Worcestershire sauce, chili, and something called “Tsardust.” It’s all in Steve’s BIG spider with a cover on, and it can perk for Awhile.

A couple days ago, I got my shiny new Pine! Tree! license plates in the mail. They were addressed to Steve Miller, though the car is listed in my name first (Steve insisted that this be so, and at the time I wondered why…). I don’t suppose it’s a big deal, as long as I keep paying the excise tax and keep it in fighting trim.

Tali was very interested in my chopping and mixing and playing with the stove. She exhausted now, poor child, and sprawled on the supply dresser in the window, asleep.

As I was out and about today, I heard “Pleasant Valley Sunday,” courtesy of Phlash Phelps on the 60s channel. Now, I have always thought “Pleasant Valley Sunday” was a bit mean-spirited, especially for the Monkees, but today it really got up my nose. Possibly because I rejoice in my rosebush, and my lawn gets cut, and I’m living in what was, when it was first conceived, a posh, out-of-downtown development. Though I grant this house looks like no other house I’ve seen.

Anyhow — an update. Maybe I go throw that load of laundry in the washer while I’m waiting for the … whatever it is to cook down.

How’s everybody doing?

What Went Before TWO: So that was edible, and not over-spiced at all, which I had been afraid I had taken my vengeance too far. I have leftovers, but that’s not awful. I declare a win.

And! A dilemma has opened before me. There’s a craft fair practically in my back yard tomorrow. It would be Wrong not to attend, so I’ll be goofing off for at least a little while tomorrow.

And As the Sun Goes Down: Why look. The page proofs for the Diviner’s Bow mass market just landed. Due back at Baen on October 14.

To be perfectly honest, I had Totally Lost Track of the fact that there would of course be a mass market edition of Diviner’s Bow coming up RSN. Oh! At the end of January, says Amazon.

Well. I just finished a book last night, so I guess I know what I’m reading next.

In other news, I still need to do the dishes, but! I did hang the tube lights in Steve’s office; and that should help with the winter time visibility in there. In order to do this, I have to move a picture to a whole ‘nother location in the house, which was . . . fairly upsetting. Not as upsetting as the picture falling off the wall, however. Incrementally, we proceed. . .

So! Do the dishes in the sink. Clear the dishwasher of the clean dishes. Print Diviner’s Bow (yes, really; I am a Child of Paper). Take a shower. Serve Up Happy Hour, put together a sandwich for the evening meal. Have a glass or two of wine. Read. Go to bed.

Tomorrow, indeed, I will go to the craft fair for a bit, and then I’ll come home and do some work. At least the business stuff has been cleared, so I can concentrate writing and writing adjacent tasks.

And on that note — everybody have a good evening. Stay safe.

I’ll see you tomorrow.

Spread it around

Friday. Cloudy and cool for now, but going for the mid-70sF, with sun. Last night the skies opened several times, which the cats did not favor. They all came and sat on top of me and demanded that I make it stop.

Eventually, it did stop, but I did I get credit for deploying my Meteorological Super Powers? I did not.

Breakfast was PB&J on whole wheat English Muffin. Lunch will be something hopefully edible made with the leftover ground turkey.

NOTE TO SELF: Never buy ground turkey again. No, never. It’s just ghastly.

Today is a House Day. First up, Grocery. Second, the above Turkey Challenge. Third, vacuums deployed. Fourth, maybe today I can hang the tube of lights in Steve’s office, seeing as how Winter is Coming. Maybe I’ll throw in a load of laundry, because I can.

I may do some more business catch up, but writing will resume tomorrow.

I want to take a moment to celebrate the “spreader” I purchased at Now You’re Cooking in Bath last Friday. I bought it because it was blue and wooden and pretty and fit nicely in my hand, and not because I thought it would be in any way useful.

Backstory: Once upon a time, I used to be able to butter bread, but somewhere down the years I lost that complex ability. I mean, yes, I can get a splotz of butter on a piece of bread and more or less move it around, but any attempt to coat the bread evenly is doomed to failure, or a holed slice, and frustration, either way. This is *especially* poignant when one is trying to make a restorative grilled cheese sandwich (I mean, yes, I could use mayo, and have, but it’s Not The Same, and last night I really felt I needed The Real Thing).

So, last night, in pursuit of that grilled cheese sandwich, and coming once again face flat against my shortcoming, I said aloud, as I not infrequently do, “Why won’t you just spread?” And then? It came to me in a flash. I had just purchased a “spreader.” I fetched it out of the drawer, took a deep breath, and applied it to the butter on the bread.

It. Was. A. Miracle.

The butter went over the bread in a smooth, even coating; the slices remained intact, and — I cannot praise this implement highly enough, and I will be using it for all of my butter-spreading, henceforth.

Also? The grilled cheese sandwich really did the job. Aside the Cat March Against Downpours, the evening was pleasant and calm.

And that’s what passes for adventure around here. What adventures are you having?

Picture of the magic spreader, table knife for comparison:

Also! Friday morning cat census:

And I’ll know my song well before I start singin’

What went before: Coon cat happy hour has been served, and I’ve brought a glass of wine with me back to the desk.

I managed to put out the worst of the business-side fires, but I still have a pretty big stack of stuff on the physical desk, which I should at least sort through so I even know what’s there.

So, I’ll be doing some sorting, then remembering to eat something, and eventually going to bed.

The plan for tomorrow is to get up, write, do my duty to the cats, and go to the grocery store in-between writing and business. We are the Queen of Split Second Timing, We Are.

Everybody stay safe; I’ll see you tomorrow.

Thursday Morning Supervisor:

Thursday. Raining and chilly. A trip to the grocery store will not be happening today. Tomorrow, an it snows a blizzard, I will have to do the grocery shopping.

Got up early (breakfast was cream cheese and the last of the grapes), took my cup of tea to the back and booted up the writing machine. This morning, it took me a while to get into the writing groove. I blame last night’s prolonged panic attack in which I was wrestling with the fact pressure of too many things! Too few hands! And Just Get It Done doesn’t work anymore.

OK. Just Get It Done only ever worked because the one of us who was overwhelmed pulled in the other, and we shuffled around needed tasks, and chose which other tasks to ignore until the crisis cleared and then both put our shoulders to the edge of the crisis and pushed.

Which, I guess, would be my point.

I did eventually manage +/- 1,240 new words, and cleaned the cat boxes and took a walk, and now I need to rustle something to eat so I can proceed with the business portion of the program.

I do wonder why I can’t share posts to groups from my phone anymore. I used to be able to do that — as recently as, like, last week. Now, my phone wants me to add things to “my story,” which was ON by default, because of course it was. It’s off now. I think.

Here, have a Snippet:

Val Con finished his tea and waved the pot away when she lifted it.

“Some of this is because it is a very young tree, still, though it was transitioning for centuries. Also, it was born to be a hero, to draw enemy attention away from the Exodus.” He slid from stool to deck and gave her a smile.

“And some portion of the matter is because it is a tree, and it remembers that, once, dragons had served it.”

Today’s blog post title comes to you from Mr. Robert Zimmerman, writing and singing as Bob Dylan, from back before music went all political. “It’s a hard rain gonna fall.”

Anything Can Happen Day, and it had better NOT

What went before: . . .it is too much; I will sum up. Yesterday, I visited the vampyres, who tithed me two vials, which was enough to make me sick and dizzy for the rest of the day, so nothing of note got done, unless you count new ways to be annoyed with life.

Wednesday. Rainy and chilly.

Especially chilly in Steve’s office with the gaping windows that I wish he would have told me about. But, new windows — actually doors — are coming, so that was a decision well-made.

For those keeping track at home, I’m feeling much better. OTOH, I’ve said that before. . .

Breakfast was oatmeal with cranberries. Lunch will be a chicken burger with a side salad. I have a lot of work to do on the business side of things, so this afternoon will be, um, busy. I do not think I will get to the grocery store today. I’m hoping tomorrow afternoon.

This morning, I wrote +/-1,870 new words. I’m starting to worry that this is going to be a very long book. The only length stipulation in our contracts is “at least 100,000 words,” so I’m taking that as, “Write ’til it’s Done.”

Big IRL victory, here! The FedEx guy actually put the Heavy Box o’cat litter in the garage. I mean, it was done in a surly fashion — dropped directly behind the car and at the very edge of the paving, so I’d be sure to run over it if I hadn’t noticed it was there before backing out. However, I did notice it, and used the push broom to scoot it safely further under shelter, and to one side, so all’s well and all like that.

The cats have been very attentive. Firefly took a half-shift while Tali and Rook attended me in Steve’s office. She accompanied me to the back when I came out to fetch my third cup of tea.

I really don’t have much else to offer. Yesterday was awful, and I am very tired of things that shouldn’t be a problem suddenly being a problem. *shakes fist at Getting Old*

Even though I installed my wordbook in the place where the native wordbook had been on Steve’s computer, LibreOffice is still not accessing them. I mean, it shows me that they’re all turned on, but unless I’m typing unusually well, it’s just not bothering to cross check. Well. Something else for the to-do list.

How’s everybody doing, here at the center of the week?

Hard at work on a rainy day:

Team Orca and other whimsies

Monday. Sunny and warm. All windows that open have been opened.

Breakfast was eggs scrambled with the last of the potato salad. Yes, I do this a lot. Yes, I like potatoes far too much. Lunch is in the oven — a small salmon steak, because I can’t remember the last time I actually ate fish, which is not particularly good news, as the cancer docs think that fish three times a week is just about right. Admittedly, my personal best was twice a week for several months, and that was with Steve pushing for all he was worth to make it happen.

I am very much liking this new writing schedule. Sat down at 9, and got up at 11:30 1,280 words the richer, and they’re good, says I, as shouldn’t.

Tomorrow, unfortunately, a break in the schedule, as I have an early visit to the vampires scheduled, something that hasn’t happened in way too long, ref hospital exploding, doctors landing all over the map, having to apply to be a new patient at the practice my PCP landed at, And! all like that.

I was watching a Josh Johnson clip, in which he was talking about the fact that the orcas had attacked another yacht, and the resonate phrase was, “Who expected the orcas would step up?” Which got me to wondering if there was a TEAM ORCA! sweatshirt and how I would go about getting one.

Facebook has also been serving me reels from Quincy’s Tavern, which is an … interesting work perhaps in progress. And it gives me the chance to use the word “ledgerdemain” with non-ironic precision, and with admiration.

Now that lunch is done, I’m on to the business part of the daily schedule: I seem to have a phone call and two letters to write, and! a Sooper Sekrit project to work on. So? I’d best get at it.

How’s Monday going for you lot?

Oh, wait! Pictures.

Rosebush update! It’s doing splendidly — new flowers and buds promising more:

And, I had intended to take a selfie, to prove that I was feeling much more the thing, but … Rookie had a better idea. Admittedly, he is much more glamorous.

In which the writer has had more fun…

What went before: OK, so this is no fun. Apparently, I’m having a reaction to the COVID booster — the very first such reaction.

I am therefore taking the rest of the day off to curl up in a ball of misery under 45 blankets and three coon cats until my head stops hurting.

The good news is that the New Order allowed me to write 1,120ish new words, and the things I’m not getting done are business stuff that will just have to wait.

Hope everybody’s having a good Saturday.

Sunday. The adventure continues.

As it turns out, I am … weller. The headache, which was the worst, is no longer with me. Fever’s gone. I am chilly, but that just might be because it’s chilly today and I haven’t turned on the oil heat, so we’re running with what the heat pumps and the sun through the window can provide.

OTOH, now I have muscle aches, and was briefly sick enough to my stomach that breakfast was a big cup of ginger and lemon tea with honey. I just went rooting around in the pantry, and it’s looking like that will be Progresso Chicken ‘n Rice Soup for lunch.

I have written +/- 1,000 words, and cleaned the cat boxes. A walk is not on today’s schedule. I do intend to write some more this afternoon, but there are two outstanding pieces of business mail that I have to get outta here, so that will be happening while I’m in the front of the house heating up my can of soup, and taking a break.

How I got 13 hours of sleep: I took a four hour nap, ably assisted by Nurse Rookie Cookie, who gamely declared he was up for four more, if needed. It being 6 pm by the time I arose, half-blind with the stupid headache, I served up Happy Hour a bit early, had a bowl of rice and two Tylenol — and went back to bed, whereupon I slept for nine hours. I did wake up once or twice, and noted the presence of Tali and Firefly.

So, apparently the tropes are not a gag, and author trading cards are serious business — this given the absence of an answer to my latest (no harm, no foul; at this point I’D be giving up on myself. Honestly, who is this out-of-touch old writer, anyway?).

The whole trope idea still makes me queasy and murderous, perhaps not quite in that order, but I believe I have engineered a Work Around. (And this is where we once again and reallyREALLY miss Steve, King of the, “Here, let me not do that for you, ‘k? This works for me; you go ahead and do what you do.” Insert charming smile.)

Into the trope column on the present form will go: honor, wit, true love, space opera. Those’re my tropes and I’m sticking with them.

And, honestly, that’s about as far as I can bend without breaking something, probably my last stick of patience, and it’s more or less what it says on the label: “The Liaden Universe: Where honor, wit, and true love are potent weapons against deceit and trickery.”

I will note that this morning’s writing session in Steve’s office was adorned by Firefly and Rook, with a brief visit from Tali, who doesn’t quiet Get It, yet. I am now in my office, attended by Rook and Tali, Firefly at last look was still snugged down in Sprite’s former aerie overlooking Steve’s desk.

And that’s the mixed bag o’news from the Cat Farm.

How’s Sunday treating everybody?

And furthermore…

I’m really glad I moved the writing part of my life back to Steve’s office. The business aspect of my life is a Terrible Snarl, which is going to take several hours, if not days to unsnarl. But! I will be able to Go To Work untroubled by the gnarly looking piles, and that’s a Good Thing.

I am also thinking that I will be wanting to move my writing time from afternoon/evening to morning. Get up, get breakfast, hit the story. This has never worked for me before, but, since I am now apparently a Day Person, we shall Make Adjustments.

Me doing creative work in the morning means that y’all will be getting the Confusion Factory Daily Update later in the day. I hope that doesn’t inconvenience anyone.

On the Trope Front, I have decided to treat the whole business as a game, because if I don’t I will descend into a Slough of Despond, because 35+ years of writing my head and heart out is going to be reduced to “meet cute.” I really am trying to meet the organizers of this thing halfway, but I fear I’m being just as hard on them as I feel they’re being on me.

Later, we can talk about how Tropes do a disservice to writer and to reader, if we want to. I expect I’m on the wrong side of the line, as I am with trigger warnings. I am a flawed being. As are we all.

Aside all of that… I do believe that I’ll pour myself an early glass of wine and go sit out on the deck.

Everybody have a good evening. Stay safe.

I’ll check in tomorrow afternoon.

Friday on the road

Friday. It’s an awfully nice day. Sunny and breezy. Warmer up inland where the Confusion Factory is located, than down Bath, where it was Right Cool at that nice little park of theirs. If I could snap my fingers and move this house as it is to Bath, I’d do that.

Yeah.

So, I saw my PCP, who’s looking well. I have my COVID shot, so that’s taken care of. I will also be traveling up and down Central and Coastal Maine for the next little bit — acupuncture at Rockport (not really acupuncture, but something to do with needles and reading nerve health and messaging); PT at Augusta; Audiology in this, mine own city. … I’m not sure where the bloodwork’s to be done. I’m hoping Thayer, but I need to check the portal.

We are in pursuit of a Better, Longer Term fix for the back, because it’s getting worse, and the poor chiropractor has worn out at least three hammers on me, to no real avail. He no sooner pronounces me Aligned, poor man, then my back goes out again for no reason, and I collapse to the floor, screaming. I mean, something’s not right when you hurt your back doing Tai Chi.

While in Bath, I went down to the park, obviously, and enjoyed a chocolate peppermint latte at Cafe Cream. It was wonderful, and now I’m sorry I didn’t allow myself a scone or a muffin, but! I found that just sitting in a busy cafe, sipping my latte and not doing much else, was … oddly restorative. I think it helped that everyone was having a reasonably good time; there were no angry voices, or people being nasty to the folks behind the counter, said folks being Genuinely Interested in you and your order (“Ooh, the Yorkie Latte? (this being the official blackboard name of my drink.) You’re gonna love that.” And she wasn’t wrong.)

After I drank my treat, I went across to Now Your Cooking and toured the premises. I bought a couple of gadgets — including a hook that will help me open pull-tab cans, which has become an issue — and a what ought to be a very nice red blend bottle of wine, which I plan on opening this evening, to reward myself for having gotten credibly through the morning.

The car’s GPS did this to me the last time I went to Bath, but I didn’t remember it soon enough to keep it from freaking me out. When you get off the expressway, there is Only One Way to merge with the state route. The GPS Strongly Disagrees with this, and starts screaming ROUTE RECALCULATING! ROUTE RECALCULATING! like a mad thing, and it really gets your heart racing. As I did the time before, I pulled off into the handy shopping center, whereupon the GPS recovered itself and agreed that I had been on the right road. Next time, I’m going to have to Steel Myself to ignore it.

On the way home, I stopped at the Harvest Moon Deli and bought way too much food — Tikka Marsala soup, which was good, and I ate it all; a roast beast of burden (they name their sandwiches after classic rock songs at the Harvest Moon) sandwich, which I ate a quarter of one half, the other 3/4s destined for the evening meal, and the remaining half either for tomorrow’s breakfast or lunch.

I still have paperwork sorting and portal-visiting to do relative to the medical part of the day, so that’s what I’ll be doing for the rest of the afternoon, with an eye toward hitting the writing space tomorrow and getting something useful done.

And how was your morning?

Before departure, Whatcha Doin’ Moms:

Thursday at a glance

Installment ONE: So, I got up, had breakfast, carried my tea to Steve’s office, and was at work by 9:15. Surfaced at 11:55 to go down to do my duty to the cats and take a walk. Now need to figure out if I’m going to order in or just zap a Lean Cuisine.

I need to do a couple things in the business office, from which location I write to you. Those include finishing making a list for my PCP visit tomorrow, researching where the new office actually is, and downloading the Word Book from this computer to take back to the writing computer, which had redlined every other word in the manuscript because it hasn’t been brought up to date.

Firefly kept me company in the writing room all morning, and Rookie popped in and out. He was clearly a little concerned about me sitting in Steve’s chair — was I actually allowed to do that? Apparently, he went off and checked the paperwork, because he has clearly accepted that, yes, I can do that.

Hope everybody’s having a good day. It’s lovely and sunny here, warm, but not hot.

Installment TWO: Everyone who asked after the keyboard. It is a Kinesis Advantage2 keyboard. I’ve been using them for at least 20 years; started when my wrists went bad and I bullheadedly refused to give up typing, because speech recognition did not work for me at all. This is what happens when what you actually do instead of pronouncing words correctly is fake people into thinking you talk good by a combination of inflection and body language, neither of which translates into computer programs.

The Kinesis Advantage2 helps because your wrists are in a neutral position and your fingers can hang down in a neutral position, rather than being Poised! To! Strike! as is the case with a standard flat keyboard.

Yes, the learning curve was vile. And, also yes, the trade off is that I now can’t type on a flat keyboard, so if I’m taking my laptop on a trip, I either have to also take a keyboard almost as big as the laptop, or Accept that I’m going to be reduced to two-fingering it for as long as I’m away.

This is always a difficult choice because typing is my mode of expression of choice, right after interpretive dance.

Installment THREE: OK, fun game!

First question: Do the Liaden books have any “tropes”? Examples given “grumpy sunshine,” “found family,” “the chosen one”? (What on earth is “grumpy sunshine” and do people really push the “tropes” in their books?)

Second question: Can you give us a 1 sentence (30 words) quote form one of your books? (“Yes,” which is my go-to, is not in this case a Valid Answer.)

In other news, the Lean Cuisine won, because I made the mistake of checking my mail. My plan is to eat, and then go back and write for another couple hours.

Installment FOUR: OK. I have written to the originators of the Survey which included the Fun Questions.

So far today, I have Scrutinized the chapter-by-chapter, identified holes in the narrative and sketched in a couple of ideas to fill them. I finished writing a scene, for a total of more-or-less 1250 new words, and did more research. At this point, I might as well open my own noodle shop (no, I haven’t watched the movie yet; I’m a little leery of spillage, since I’m actively working on this situation for the book). I hoped to write more today, but that’s probably not going to happen? Because mail, and also I really ought to wash the dishes so I can find the sink. And see if, one! more! time! I can find LibreOffice’s Word Book.

Tomorrow is the much-complained about trip to Bath and the PCP. I suppose I might as well declare a Writer’s Day Off at this point, hit the bakery and tour the kitchen store, and plan on getting back to work on Saturday.

It looks like next week, I have, with the exception of Tuesday evening needlework, nothing scheduled, so that’s like a whole uninterrupted week of work. Fingers crossed that nothing comes up to force a change of plans.

So, that’s it. I feel like I had a very successful test-drive of separating the mundane and the writing work spaces, and I hope this continues to prove out.

Everybody have a good evening; I’ll check in as I can.

Wednesday night report

The new writing digs are open for business, and I’m all set up to get started tomorrow, and to work uninterrupted. Pursuant to that point, I’ll need to go out in a couple minutes and put gas in the car so that I may drive to and from Bath with dignity on Friday morning.

Likewise pursuant, I may not be around much tomorrow, or Friday, either, ref Bath, above. I’m not avoiding you, I’m just … busy.
Hopefully.

Everybody stay safe. I’ll pop in as can.