the tyranny of food – Sharon Lee, Writer

Chapter Jigsaw

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#What went before: Still playing chapter jigsaw.

I strung my lights. I couldn’t make Plan A, over the bookshelves, work, so we’ve gone with Plan B. Of course. Plan B being over the windows. It will be fine.

Paid the bills and accounted them, and getting ready to pour a glass of wine and sit down with my headset and my tablet and see if I can’t reconcile their sudden differences.

Everybody have a good evening. Stay safe. Stay strong.

I’ll see you tomorrow.

#Friday. Sunny and cooler. Friday the Thirteenth.

Breakfast was half a blueberry muffin, with a side of cottage cheese; tea. The idea that I had no idea what I was going to eat for lunch woke me up, which seems unfair, though, really, it was almost 8.

Went to sleep listening to Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day — the chapter where she Speaks with Tony at the cocktail party, which is — so much fun.

I have a haircut scheduled for 11, so I have to decide if I want to keep my hair at what passes for “long” nowadays, or if I want to chop it all off until it stands up in terror. I will before that time of reckoning refresh the cat’s on-demand bar and perform my other duty to their felineships.

I have a chiropractor’s appointment at 3, and in-between I shall be continuing my solo game of chapter jigsaw, which is necessary because I find Good Solid Blocks of Narrative Here, and then There, and then Over Here, and Then — is boring, flat, and annoying. I’m aware of the complaint of our books that there are too many characters in too many places, doing too much, but — nobody wants a bored author. At least, I don’t want a bored author, so here we are. Chapter jigsaw to mix things up and keep them interesting.

What’re y’all doing today that isn’t boring?

In which dragons rule

What went before ONE: Plot twist! A folder has been opened for me at the Legal Aid for the Elderly. I am promised a call from a lawyer, perhaps today.

It is now cloudy here at the Cat Farm, though we’re not supposed to get rain until this evening. One’s duty to the cats has been dispatched; and I took a small walk. Laundry is being washed. Moving on to checking off Even More things from the to-do list.

What went before TWO: The credit card bill just came in and I had one of those HOLY FREAKING GHU! How much cat food did I BUY? moments.

Scrolling madly down the list —

Breathe, breathe. You bought a washer and dryer, remember? It’s OK, you planned for this…

What went before THREE: Window washer/gutter clean-and-repair guy still here. The sweet potato for lunch was good. The top rack of my dishwasher has decided to get out of alignment. Of course, it’s full of dishes. I manged to finagle it back to where it’s supposed to go, will wash the dishes tonight, empty it tomorrow and try to figure out what’s going on.

In the meantime, I have heard from the lawyer. She needs to speak with a colleague, and will call me back.

I spent an hour watching a comedy/poetry show called Biology with Alok. I’m assuming that I am, as always, late to the party, but if you haven’t seen this video, I … give it a qualified recommend. The poems are difficult, especially the segment about Alok’s grandfather, which is part of a long riff on why love is dangerous.

It seems like part of the intent of the show is to create a balance of high and low. The aside into made up words is hysterical, and I really liked the segments where the subject is straight/straight white people, where Alok is pretending that the audience are unfamiliar with the subculture. Kind of like Peter Grant, who only mentions a person’s race if they’re white.

I also liked the bit where Alok and friends are walking down the street and a guy yells, “GAYS!” “Give me something I can make poetry from, not comedy!” has got to be a classic line.

Anyhoots, for those who may be interested — it’s an hour and I spaced it out into three segments — here’s the link

What went before FOUR: One of my ASL classmates made this for me:

Business first: Ribbon Dance mass market debuts on the Bookscan Bestseller List of new releases at Number 35!

Friday. Mizzling and chilly. sigh

Breakfast was rice crackers, cream cheese, and the last strawberries. Lunch… Yeah. I’ll think of something.

ASL class was a little chaotic last night; all of us, including the instructor, were one step off of center. Next week is my last week, by reason of Balticon, and I’ll also have to miss two fabric craft meetings. Thus! the price of fame. And of wanting to have a vacation.

Also next week — Monday, in fact — I have an appointment to get my haircut, which I have mixed feelings about. On the one hand, my hair’s grown long enough that, if we just chopped off a few points and got my bangs out of my eyes, I’d let it keep on doing its thing. On the other hand, I ought to at least look respectful. And on the gripping hand — who even looks at old scifi writers?

Is that DAVE BROMBERG on Classic Rewind? Oh. No. Ice Cream Man. Van Halen. That’s actually something of a relief.

Today, she says in a Determined Auctorial Voice, is a Writing Day. That may mean that lunch is solved by takeout.

. . . Back when I was a young writer, newly partnered and feeling completely safe for possibly the first time in my life, I could drop into story space and stay there for — hours and hours; half a day — or night. Sandwiches and glasses of ice tea would magically appear and I’d eat them without ever coming out of my fugue. I wrote several stories, start to finish, that way. Even as a older writer, I could drop into fugue for at least a few hours, knowing I had back-up. Nowadays, I have to keep one ear cocked and one eye open, and I — kinda resent that.

In other news, my dentist wants me to come to an Exclusive Event! An Invisalign Screening! And? If I sign On The Day, I can get $1100 OFF of Invisaligns.

While I’m the first person to agree that my teeth are crooked and have always been crooked, I take leave to doubt that the Invisaligns can be made to fit around the rocks in my mouth. So — recycling bin.

Spectrum Generations — aka the Senior Center(s) — have a newsletter called Wicked Aging. Make of that what you will.

And that’s what I’ve got on a gloomy Friday.

Who has weekend plans?

Oh, the new dragon is making friends.

Don’t you want your daddy to feel all right?

What went before: I forgot to mention earlier that On This Date in 2018, the Cat Farm and Confusion Factory moved from its long-term country location to the city.

So, that’s 1,056 new words, including having to stop for the fun game of Name The Scouts. WIP now more-or-less 31,620 total words.

I have confirmed that Steve named Captain yos’Thadi’s ship at least partially for his high school English teacher — thanks, Shirley!

Quitting now in order to serve Happy Hour in about half and hour, then reviewing ASL homework again.

In the meanwhile, I’ve got some tidying up for the evening to do, including grabbing Tali and brushing her, which is — eh 50/50 chance. She cannot be shamed, and the fact that All The OTHER Cats have been groomed today means nothing to her.

Everybody stay safe; I’ll see you tomorrow.

Monday. Sunny and warm, heading for warmer. It was a struggle to get out of bed this morning. Woke up twice, went back to sleep, and was seriously tempted to try for a personal best of three naps before officially getting up.

Breakfast was PB&J on a toasted English muffin, accompanied in part by the Dead’s “Good Lovin'”. I have not one clue about lunch; hate to do a salad again, because, while veggies are Good for Us, boring meals do not fill one with a desire to eat.

So, this morning I was planning on going out to the Agway and foraging for eyelets so I could make my webbing in the laundry room closet. However! I was in Steve’s office, muttering about this plan, and opened the closet door for — I have no idea, really — and a wire shelf that I guess had been leaning against the wall, fell out on me (no worries; it’s not a big shelf). And I stood there like a dummy, staring at it for two long minutes before I picked it up and took it to the laundry room, where I slid it easily into the upper space where Steve’s stacking had failed under unusual stress, and I was going to install rope webbing.

. . .by the way, that thready organ line in the background of “Rebel Yell”? Is worth the whole song, right there.

Anyhoots, problem solved and I don’t have to go out to Agway this morning, but! I do need to go out to get milk, and while I’m at the shopping center, I may do a tour of TJMaxx, just because it’s there.

There are various other items on the to-do list, including getting the trash into the garage in preparation for the Grand March to the curb, tomorrow morning. Calling to reserve a place in a glass-blowing class while I’m at Corning — yes, I decided that I will regret it forever, if I don’t at least TRY to blow glass — gathering up the pieces of that possible chapbook, and registering the washer and dryer. Also, writing. I want to finish the section I started yesterday, which is, for those who are curious, the prologue.

My mailbag has been interesting these last couple days. Today’s question is: Why did I “have” Tekelia go to Visalee with All Those Stops? Boorrrrriiiiiinnnngg.

Short answer: Like it says in the book, Tekelia had to go to Visalee (by the way, I do not advise anyone who values their peace of mind to attempt to “have” Tekelia do anydamnthing) to bring Blays back to Ribbon Dance Village. The reason there were so many stops is that Tekelia is not a superperson — Visalee is a long distance, and refueling was required.

Longer answer: Because not only did Blays need to be fetched, and the fact that Tekelia has limits established, but The Reader had to become familiar with the Counsels to Chaos, and the geography of Colemeno beyond the city, as well as to set up Wildege. I’m actually fairly proud of using that trip to accomplish multiple pieces of work that would be important later on in the book.

Slightly snarky answer: It’s always wise to recall that one person’s too much cake/meetings/trading/accountants/icky-kissy-stuff is another person’s Oh, perfect! Since there is no possible chance that I’m going to please everybody, I aim to please myself.

All righty, then! Who else is out of milk?

Yes, today’s blog title from the Grateful Dead, “Good Lovin‘”

Yesterday’s coworkers: