City Life

Saturday. Grey and intermittently snowing.

I’ve been up since way too early. Sat with my sun lamp, did the morning PT homework, oatmeal for breakfast, threw in a load of laundry, got with the WIP. Taking a break now to make rice and to heat up some soup for lunch. May add in half a sandwich, for, yanno, variety.

So! Let me tell you about last night. Around 10 pm, I’m finishing up reading my chapter and drinking my mug of tea and I hear a WHOMP from outside. I figured a tree limb had let go, and started to get up (which meant shifting Tali and Firefly) when I heard the sound of metal being hit and dragged, and I thought to myself, “Oh-oh.”

Opened the curtain and looked out. There was a car pulled to the curb, going away from town, and a largish dark pile in the lane going into town, and as I’m getting the curtain all the way out of my way, another car drives toward town, makes no effort to avoid the large dark pile of what I’m now tentatively thinking may be a deer, or — worse — a human — and drags another piece of metal with them. This car at least pulled over.

In the meantime, somebody from the car at the curb, who apparently hit the very largish dark pile while it was still moving, comes back to the scene, and a car heading out of town pulls to the curb, and somebody gets out of it. Both of these folks had their phones in hand. Someone from the car that had not avoided the pile came back down and handed what looked to be a good-sized piece of fender to one of the people who were now trying to clean the metal bits out of the road, goes back to her car and drives away.

The guy whose car had been in the accident is talking on the phone by this time. There’s a degree of consternation on display but no out-and-out horror, nobody’s kneeling by the big dark lump, so I come down on the side of “deer.”

And! since this situation was being competently handled by people who were actually dressed and in winter coats, I left them to it, and closed the curtain.

A couple minutes later, I saw a blue light slide along the curtains, then stop.

This morning — all gone! No large dark object in the road, no shred from a wounded car, nor even a bloodstain on the tarmac. Nothing in the paper. Might’ve been a dream.

I checked with Rook, who had, on the first WHOMP, jumped to the top of the cat tree to look through the gap in the curtains that I leave for just that purpose. Rook says, Not a dream. Yeah, sometimes it’s hard to tell, but this happened, Mom. I’m taking his word for it.

Coincidentally, there was a deer in the Long Back Yard this morning when I opened the curtains at Way Too Early.

And that is the end of my story.

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Still writing. Well. Editing, tightening, writing scenes, taking scenes out. This in service of a less…goopy narrative. Or so I tell myself. The problem with the Just Write the Scenes You Know method — I’m sure I’ve said this before — is that it requires a lot of structural work, once you figure out what the story’s about.

Also, this book has a lot of characters — Ahem. You there, in the back, would you care to share your amusement with the rest of us? What’s that? Oh, there are always too many characters in Liaden books? Honey, you ain’t seen nuthin‘.

So more of the same tomorrow, with the exception of laundry, which is done now, and mostly put away. Leftover soup for lunch. After, I froze two-thirds of what was left, which leaves me another lunch or breakfast in the fridge.

Rook did me the favor of tipping over my Yeti water tumbler while I was writing — the good news! There wasn’t much water left. The bad news! I’d forgotten to seal it so what water there was went all over the desk.

Cleaned up, and Rook came back to revisit the Scene of the Crime. Whoa, there was water in there? Who does that?”

Those who have been following alone at home may be interested to learn that I found proof that last night’s accident did happen — a triangle of the yellow plastic that covers a vehicle’s fog lights. Boy, that stuff is tough.  Also, sharp.

Coon Cat Happy Hour is over, and I should find something to eat, my own self.

And that? Is all I’ve got.

Everybody have a good evening. Stay safe.

I’ll look in tomorrow.

Story time

So, I spent an hour, or maybe a little more than an hour this morning in my writing space, looking for the place where Talizea yos’Phelium is born (Ghost Ship, as it happens, first published in August 2011, and if the Liaden Universe® ran on Real World time, Lizzie’d be cabin boy, or maybe at Scout Academy, instead of walking, now, except when she don’t.)

One of the things that my search convinced me of is that I really should sit down and read All the Liaden Books, which I’ve never had time to do.  I still don’t have time, unless I want to dedicate my free-time reading in 2026 to the Liaden Universe®.

Anyway, what with looking for Lizzie’s birth, and checking another couple of pertinent events, I only wrote about 700 new words.  However!  I did write, and I have the supervisors to prove it:

Lunch was broccoli cheese soup, riffing off of a recipe in the insurance company’s newsletter.  Then I had correspondence to tend to and real life chores, plus PT homework.  I went downstairs eventually to do my duty to the cats, and take a walk.

Then before going back upstairs and maybe getting some more words written, I peeked into My Studio to look at my project, and said, “Oh, I’ll just cut one piece,” which — you know how this goes, right?  Right.  I cut out all the rest of the pieces.  The next step is grinding, but that really does need to wait until I get this draft done.  This will be easier to police than the cutting, since I don’t have a grinder here at home, but will need to rent a studio-with-tools at the glass shop in Manchester.

Tomorrow, now free of driving back and forth to Brunswick, is a Writing Day, and I have lots of leftover soup, so I won’t actually have to stop for more time than it takes to heat up a bowl and cut a piece of bread. I have two scenes sketched in, so I’m hopeful of a productive day.

For this evening, Coon Cat Happy Hour has been served — and appears to have been consumed — I’m all caught up on everything  (except calling for a haircut, which for some reason I keep forgetting to do) so!  I believe I’ll pour myself a glass of wine and go read for a bit.

Everybody have a good evening.

 

Thursday short form

I’m condensing this because the story is convoluted and played out over several days, starting the day before Thanksgiving,

Short form:  I was scheduled for an MRI this Saturday in Brunswick, which is about 110 mile round trip from the Confusion Factory.  It turns out that I need TWO MRIs and I have opted to have both done at the same time, rather than drive 110 miles back-to-back.  All of this took a lot of time and angst, and produced much confusion, and too many phone calls, and I am … rather low because this is exactly the sort of thing that sets me on my ear.

The good news is that I now have Friday-Saturday-Sunday-Monday to write.

That said, I’ve been thinking lately about Jessica Rabbit and her famous line, “He makes me laugh.”

Now, I bow to none in my admiration of Jessica Rabbit, but in this, she was wrong.  “It’s not, “He MAKES me laugh.”  It’s “He LETS me laugh.”  Which is to say, he — let’s call him, oh, Steve — creates a space in which it’s safe to experience joy, to be glad, to laugh, and to be yourself without fear and without editing.

And on that note?

Everybody have a good evening.  Stay safe.  I’ll check in tomorrow.

Business First

Regarding Last Night’s Eye Candy and Liaden Universe® Constellation, Volume 6.

I hear that this volume will be published in “Spring 2026.” I do not have a specific date, and thus I do not know when it will be available for preorder so! Watch the skies.

The cover illustrates (beautifully) Liaden Universe® Western, “Last Train to Clarkesville,” which first appeared in The Last Train Outta Kepler-283C, edited by David Boop, published in November 2024.

Stories included in LUC #6 are:
Standing Orders
Gadreel’s Folly
Last Train to Clarkesville
Wise Child
Songs of the Fathers
From Every Storm a Rainbow
Our Lady of Benevolence
Chimera
Neutral Ground
Mother’s Love
Core Values
Text of Sharon Lee’s Heinlein Acceptance Speech
Also included are! An Author’s Foreword original to this volume, and the little introductions at the top of each story that nobody reads.

Out and About

Wednesday. Grey and looking cold outside. I have not yet been outside by reason of the plowguy (All Hail, the Plowguy!) came by when I was still  snuggled in bed under a pile of blankets and three coon cats, to plow the drive and clear the steps.

Looking out over the Long Back Yard, it does seem like we might have gotten another couple/four inches after I threw the towel in last night, so the weatherbeans have redeemed themselves. A Long Slllloooowwww Snow.

PT at 8:00, then the grocery. I need gas before I go to Brunswick, but that doesn’t have to happen today.

Let the calendar show that today was the First Official Donning of The (short) Snow Boots, and the winter jacket (not to be confused with the Big Coat).

And that’s all I got for the moment.

Hope everybody’s having a good morning.
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Aaaaand back.

It is now sunny and bright and the snow is melting off of Surfaces, which is all good until it freezes up this evening.

PT was PT — did a couple laps on the sit-down elliptical (it has a name — NuStep? — but it wasn’t important and I don’t remember it), had tutoring in at-home exercises. I do have an appointment next week, oh! and the week after. So, not so bad with the timing as I had imagined. That’s good.

After PT, I went to the grocery store, where I bought more than was on the list, though not a wreath, because really, Hannaford? Those are some flea-bitten wreaths y’all are wantin’ the earth for. Instead, I brought the groceries home, put them away, and went over to the Agway in Winslow, and bought a on-clearance wreath, then, since I was out and spacing around anyway, I put gas in the car.

Let the record show that I used the Google Wallet for the first time to pay for my wreath at Agway.

Came home and had a mug of hot chocolate and a cookie (I see cookie-making in the future), which maybe could spoil my lunch, if I had any idea what lunch was gonna be, but since I don’t, that’s not an issue.

The cats and I will decorate the wreath this evening.

Speaking of cats:

Tuesday evening post-snowpocalypse

Welp, that ain’t nine inches. Or even six. More like, oh, inch-and-three-quarter? Maybe two? I feel pretty comfortable saying that Physical Therapy tomorrow morning at 8 is a go.

While I’m out tomorrow, I should probably stop at the grocery store, which means I should probably make a list this evening.

Right after I serve Coon Cat Happy Hour. And pour myself a glass of wine.

No progress made on glass today — it was words all the way down. You will also notice the lack of a wordcount. This would be because the WIP is currently in about half-a-dozen pieces and God She knows how many words — or whole sentences! — are sneaking out for a drink when I’m not looking.

Tomorrow, after PT and grocery shopping, I’ll be settling down to write until Saturday morning when I’ll be driving to Brunswick to have an MRI. Or maybe TWO MRIs. My PCP’s office seems confused on this point. I do need two MRIs, and the information I’ve received from the PCP’s office is that they are helpless to add the second MRI to the Saturday appointment, but! If I ask the folks at the hospital nicely on Saturday, they’re sure to do the second one on my say-so, because it’s “in the system.”

Yes, yes, it is a variation on the Secretarial Nightmare: “Call this number and tell the guy who answers this. He’ll know what it means.”

SPOILER: He never knows what it means.

So, Saturday’s looking to be fun.

Local peeps! Where’s good to eat in Brunswick on Saturday? I’ve only ever eaten at The Great Impasta, which is fine, but I’m feeling like I should branch out. Oh, no, I’m wrong. I’ve also eaten in the Bowdoin College cafeteria, but I don’t think that’ll be an option on Saturday.

With all that said! Everybody have a good evening. Stay safe. I’ll check in tomorrow.

 

Winter in his snowy white coat

So! As I was saying — it’s Tuesday.

I woke up ‘way too early, ate an English muffin with cheese, sat with the Happy Lamp over a cup of tea and was at work on the WIP before 8 am, which is, coincidentally, when it started snowing. I decided to leave the trash and recycling in the garage; they can make their spiritual journey to the curb next Tuesday.

I’m taking a break from the WIP to make phone calls, and am now waiting for the PCP’s office to call me back about whether I can squish both MRIs into one MRI on Saturday, or if I’ll have to be rescheduled.

I will not be going to needlework this evening. In fact, I doubt that there will be needlework this evening.

Tomorrow first thing is my PT appointment. If I’m plowed out. If I’m not plowed out, Imma be right here, writing. Yeah, you might say I’m conflicted.

It is, as I write this, still snowing, and the ‘beans are sticking tight to their 6-9 inches, slowly petering out around 4 am.

While I’m taking my break, I’ll go downstairs to do my duty to the cats, and start warming the oven for lunch. Then back to work. I really want to finish this draft from the end of the month/year, being as I missed finishing it by the end of November.

buys the boys in the basement those special pretzels they like — and another keg of beer. Always with the beer, those guys.

And how’s the weather where you are today?

Soup for breakfast

Monday. Sunny, windy — let’s just agree to call it cold.

Breakfast was leftover tom-yum soup from lunch the other day. I think I have the name right. Lately, I’ve been trying to order one thing I’ve never had before, so instead of egg drop or wonton, I got this other soup. It’s sweet and sour, with chicken and veggies, garnished with peanuts. Makes a good breakfast on a cold morning.

Lunch was the last of the (unfrozen) Thanksgiving chicken with gravy and dressing. There’s a little bit of dressing left. It’s in no danger of getting wasted.

Trash and recycling is in the garage, meditating on its journey to the curb. Which may be delayed until next week, depending on when the storm starts tomorrow, and if the weatherbeans remain adamant in their 6-9-inch predictions. I don’t have to be anyplace until Wednesday morning, and I have plenty of milk for hot chocolate, not to say stuff to keep me occupied, so, yanno, I’ll be fine.

Finished watching Maigret last night (I had been going to finish the night before, but it was (sadly) clear to me how this was going to have to go down and I wasn’t up for Maigret finding out exactly what his roll of the dice had bought him.) Still, all’s well that ended well, though I fear for Louise and Jules as a couple.

As a writer, I do need to have a Word with Maigret’s writers. Guys? You don’t give a character a Defining Quirk, like, for instance HE DOESN’T DRIVE, and then, when that Quirk becomes inconvenient, suddenly! he DOES drive. Points off, writers. Do better going forward.

My to-do list says I have some phone calls and banking stuff to deal with, but what does it know? I’m gonna go play with glass for an hour, because I am reputedly An Adult. Also, having sat with the manuscript for four hours this morning, I need to think. Actually, I need to talk to Steve, but since that’s a non-starter, thinking it is, and so the glass.

How’s everybody this afternoon? Weather good? Whatcha watchin?

The Long Back Yard at 6:30 this morning:

Easing back into RL

I hate to waste a Buzz Lightyear stamp on the quarterlies (yes, I pay my fourth quarter in December), but that’s all I seem to have.

Also, it’s almost 11 hours from here to North Towinda NY, which — I’m trying to remember how we did that? Surely we didn’t go through Canada? I mean, we might — Oh. Wait.

We went via Pittsburgh.

Maine to Pittsburgh for Guest of Honor gig at CONfluence, then to North Towinda to the Herschell Museum, then to Niagra Falls, late, because that museum is awesome and we got lost for hours, and if you’re ever near enough for it to be even a tiny bit feasible, Do. It.

I remember coming home via Saratoga Springs, so that would have been 90 to 295.

Well. I’m glad I got that straightened out.

Looks to be more snow than mix outside, so, yeah, that’s still happening.

Maybe a cup of hot chocolate before I go down to cut some glass…

Firefly shared her blanket with me, even though I did not share my hot chocolate with her.
So that’s today’s fun with glass. I’d like to say I’m getting better, but what I’m actually doing is less “man that was awful” and more “that was a good cut.”

It’s now raining, and I’m thinking I should investigate the theory of lunch.

 

 

 

 

 

I think I’ve had enough fun for one day. I’m going to sign off, watch the last installment of Magriet, serve up Happy Hour when it’s time, read and go to bed on time. Tomorrow — is tomorrow.

Everybody have a good evening. Stay safe. Watch out for black ice.

I’ll check in tomorrow.