the writing life – Page 15 – Sharon Lee, Writer

Sinking in

What went before: Slow getting started, but once I got going, I managed to pull a couple words out of the keyboard.

+/-1050 new words, bringing the WIP to +/-65,200.

Everybody stay safe; I’ll see you tomorrow.

Thursday. Sunny and cool. Weatherbeans calling for the higher 70s-in-F this afternoon. At the moment, it’s too cool to open the windows.

This morning, I need to go out to collect an extension of the new prescription, which needs to be Tapered Off, who knew? And also to Agway for a couple of things, including fishing line.

I see, otherwheres, that KJ Charles is being victimized by someone who can’t read reporting to Amazon numerous “errors” in Copper Script (which is good — read it). These are, as it turns out British spelling, British sentence structure, British slang, and in a couple of cases Actual Words that said Arbiter of Error didn’t recognized and couldn’t be arsed to look up.

I grew up reading British novels in their native Britishness, back before US Publishing decreed that Americans were too stupid to accommodate a few extra “u”s and whatnot. Welp, US Publishing has got what it wanted, with a helping of “If I don’t recognize a word, it must be a typo, because I know All The Words.”

My reading of British literature reflects in my own writing, and I have once or twice had to gently inform people that, no, that is an ACTUAL WORD, GET A DAMNED DICTIONARY, WHY NOT? Ahem. And I really despair of us as a people. OTOH, ignorant people are easier to control, and we’re into control, this episode, so there’s a win for the bullies and the cheats.

deep breath

I said upstream that you ought to read Copper Script — that is, of course, if Amazon hasn’t pulled it for having too many errors, because Amazon has been known to do this. And, yanno, Ms Charles doesn’t have anything better to do except go through an already-published book, fixing errors that aren’t wrong, so it can go back into the catalog and start earning again.

I know some folks think they’re dong Good Things by “reporting” errors and typos to Amazon. Trust me — they’re not. As I mentioned, oh, maybe this time last week? There are no perfect books. There are errors and typos in all books. Mostly, they don’t hurt anybody (I’m not talking errors like “half my book is a scifi adventure and the other half is a cookbook” or “my book is 400 blank pages” or things of that nature). Certainly, they’re not worth pulling the creator away from her new project, and pissing her off, too.

I want more books from KJ Charles, and? Abusing authors isn’t the way to get more books.

Really, I ought to start a list.

Anyhow! Having ranted and perhaps educated — Good morning! How’s your day shaping up?

Here, have a picture of Rook inna sink:

I’d rather learn from one bird how to sing

What went before ONE: So, fixed what I wrote yesterday, placed it in the WIP, fixed the chapter-by-chapter, and? That’s probably all the writing-related tasks I’m doing today.

The WIP, still titleless, clocks in at +/-64,160 total words.

What went before TWO: Had a good time at needlework; actually remembered to stop at the grocery before I got home, have served up coon cat happy hour. Need to put away the rest of the groceries, then find something to eat.

Everybody stay safe; I’ll see you tomorrow.

Wednesday. Sunny and cool. Windows in my office are open.

Google initially told me that it was going to be “rainy” today. Questioned more closely, it admitted that there was a moderate chance of rain between 4pm and 5pm. Which piece of optimism Wunderground does not support, though it’s teasing me with the possibilities of thunderstorms on Friday. I could use me a good thunderstorm.

Trooper has already eaten a can and a half of gooshy food. Which reminds me that I ought to weigh him.

Breakfast was pb&j on a whole wheat English muffin. Tali came by to sit on my lap and purr while I finished my first cup of tea, so that was pleasant. Lunch has not yet suggested itself.

Today’s to-do includes doing one’s duty to the cats, exploring online/possibly subscription exercise programs (I know this about myself: If I haven’t made a commitment of some kind, I will not Just Exercise out of the abundance of my own good sense.), take a walk, and! writing.

My embroidery project at the moment was supposed to be a shirt I want to embroider, but I haven’t gotten my act in gear to decide what I want to do exactly and position the designs. So, I’ve been working on the little piece of handwork I was taking with me when we traveled. It was “supposed” to be an outline — by which I mean, not filled in — but I had started to fill it in as practice for stitching fur, and for twisting two colors of thread together. Last night, I finished the center. Pic below.

What relaxation project are you working on?

Today’s blog post title once more from ee cummings: “you shall above all things be glad and young”

He either fails or he succeeds

Sunday. Bright and cool. Cats are installed in the open windows. Trooper has had his first half-a-can of cat food. Biscuits are in the toaster oven and in a minute or two I’ll have to interrupt myself to heat the pan for sausage patties. Apparently, it’s Indulgence Weekend. Except for the part after breakfast when I need to change out the cat boxes and vacuum the basement.

It looks like the tree guy has ghosted me. This makes the fourth tree guy to do so. I’m getting tired of the game, but — onward to the next on the list, I guess. Maybe I can go down to the river and enlist some beavers.

So, yesterday during my ride, I thought of — many things, actually. But one thing I recalled was the Editorial Advice, ‘way back in the day, that we Branch Out in our writing, due to the Danger that our names would become inextricably entangled with this light-and-silly space opera universe that had (tanked), to the detriment of our careers.

And, I dunno, maybe she was right. It was a Theme throughout our Early Years — that we wrote a clean enough hand and if we would just Get Serious and lean harder (a lot harder) on the science in Science Fiction, Great Things could be done for us by other people. One guy told Steve to ditch the girl, that she was doing His Career no good. And that was before I got to put my name first on the universe I had created. Several colleagues told us to ditch the romance, because that would “alienate” True Readers of the genre.

We were too stubborn, and too enamored of our own vision to take the advice of Older and More Experienced Heads — and here we are. Our names are inextricably entangled with that space opera universe, which is neither as light nor as silly as some folks persist in believing. It did sorta damage our credibility when we produced other projects — they were inevitably compared to the Liaden books and invariably found wanting. Steve never did finish his own novel, though he did take Jethri under his wing when I was So. Done. With. This! Kid!

On the other hand — I said this just recently in a speech — we had fun. Even? A lot of fun, in our personal life, and in our professional life. Yes, there were problems, and Mistakes Were Made, but, yanno? That is life. Which begins to infringe on those other things I was thinking about yesterday, on my ride.

So! Biscuits with sausage and cheddar cheese for breakfast. It was very good, as Forbidden Treats so often are. Trooper has finished eating his first can of cat food on the day, and I’m drinking my second cup of tea as I address you here.

When my tea’s done, I’ll get with my chores. Salad for lunch, I think — I have lettuce, tomato, tuna, hard boiled eggs. That sounds like a salad. Oh. And olive bread. Mmmmm, olive bread.

How’s your day starting out?

Today’s blog post title is, of course, from Mr. Paul Simon, “One Trick Pony,” — a live version at the link, because art is hard work. Even when you’re having fun.

There was a call for a picture of the earrings I bought yesterday. I live to serve: rutilated quartz, silver, gold. With obligatory black felt woven with cat fur. Artist Trish Conant. (There was a comment Elsewhere that they looked heavy. In fact, they’re very light. The stones are thin, as is the metal. I wore them for a few hours yesterday after I got home, and I forgot I had them in. Very pleased with this purchase.)

Friday in reverse

Facebook free association:

ONE: Oh, look! Somebody who wants me to pay them to write a guest blog on sharonleewriter.com.

Um, no. But thanks for thinking of me, Sandra.

Sheesh.

Trooper has probably eaten more today than he had in the last week. Fingers continued to be crossed, which makes it kind of hard to sort laundry.

Second load of laundry washing, because — why not? First load drying. Vacuuming ongoing. Hard boiled eggs on the make. Time to unload the dishwasher.

TWO: Well. Pork chops. Tuna fish. Hardboiled eggs. Rice.

I’ve got enough food for days…

THREE: Oh. I’ve had one kind and two kinda miffed queries on this, so!

The reason the book-in-progress isn’t due until next April is because the rush to get Diviner’s Bow out “on time,” kinda fried me. I don’t write well with a fried brain, and since I’m the only writing brain presently on the premises, we must be protective of my health.

That’s why the turn-in date for the next book is April 2026.

Yes, that does mean it will be a subjectively “long time” between books, for some folks. One upon a time, there was ten years between books; so a couple months is nothing. No, really; it’s nothing.

Also, yanno, other people are writing books that are entirely readable, or! if you’re in the mood for Korval Shenanigans, particularly, you can re-read the 27 books that have already been published.

It’s not that I’m unsympathetic, but killing writers is not the way to get new books.

Errors and Anniversaries

What went before: So, back home and groceries put away. I saw the doctor, who is not accepting new patients, but was very helpful on the topic for which I had been referred.

Got the car washed, hit the grocery store, which was notable for the things that weren’t on the shelves — rice is decimated again, also cottage cheese and yogurt. Some shelves were empty, most were full, but the variety was down — six rows of salt and vinegar chips by the same company is kind of excessive? I bought some pork chops to make for the freezer, but gave up on trying to figure out chicken between the sizes and the prices. I had a bet with myself that I’d hit three large, and was only two bucks off.

I haven’t been to the post office, so I’ll do that!

After lunch.

How’s Wednesday at your place?

What went before: For someone who isn’t an artist, I have a bunch of crafty things around here. Today, I am grateful for my light box, which I guess nowadays is called a “copy board” on account of it isn’t a box anymore, but a flat sheet of acrylic. And I remain astounded that I should even know what a light box is, but doing layout opens many strange doors.

I finished off the day by going to the post office, 5 Below, and Reny’s. I thought I had managed to purchase three solutions, but only two work. Given the one that didn’t work cost less than $2, I don’t feel too bad about that.

Chatted with Trooper’s doctor on the phone, and as a result, Trooper will be visiting tomorrow morning. Then I have phone calls and? Maybe I can finish up the chapter-by-chapter and even get a spot of writing done. That would be nice.

I think I’ll be going out to the Designing Women craft fair at Longfellow’s in Manchester on Saturday. It’s been all summer and I haven’t been to a craft fair. …Unless you count going to Corning.

It is just coon cat happy hour, so I guess I’d better get with the program.

Everybody stay safe; I’ll see you tomorrow.

Thursday. Sunny and cool; a really lovely morning. Heading for the high 70sF, the start of a climb to the mid-80sF, which we’ll see on Saturday.

Up at 6. Fed Trooper his morning gravy, but declined to feed him anything more, because I’d really rather he didn’t throw up in the car.

Breakfast was a cheddar cheese on toasted raisin bread sandwich. Second cup of tea to hand. I need to make a pot of rice today, and I have no idea what lunch will be.

I’ve read the first half of the book club book and started Atonement Sky by Nalini Singh.

Trooper’s due at the vet’s in about an hour, and the rest of the day kind of waits on what we find out there.

Because a couple of people have asked this now, and because I’m puzzled about why this is suddenly a Confusion, let me say this!

I Dare by Sharon Lee and Steve Miller was first published by Meisha Merlin Publishing in February 2002 (which doesn’t seem possible, but let’s not go there right now), in hard cover and trade paper. It was republished as a mass market paperback by Ace Books, in 2003. It was republished by Baen as part of the omnibus trade paper Korval’s Game in 2011. It is being republished by Baen as an “anniversary” trade paper, with a new Author’s Afterword, in December 2025. It’s also been published in two or three ebook iterations.

So, to answer the question as it’s been put — Yes, I Dare was published “a long time ago.” In fact, it was first published 23 years ago. It’s also being reissued this year. Publishers do this. Authors like it, because it means the book is out there for new readers to find.

Baen has previously issued anniversary editions of! Local Custom, Scout’s Progress, Agent of Change, Conflict of Honors, Carpe Diem, Plan B. So this isn’t new territory for them.

Bonus Question: Why did I have to read the page proofs for I DARE, which has, after all, Already Been Published?

Bonus Answer: To find errors/typos. We/I read proofs from Meisha Merlin, Ace, Baen, and this pass I still found typos.

Lesson Learned: Just because a book has been published does not mean it is error-free. Or, as we say in the biz: There’s no such thing as a typo-free book.

And, while we’re doing the Time Warp: Agent of Change was first published in February 1988, when Steve was 37 and I was 35. I will very soon be 73, so — been doing this thing for half my life.

So, that. I should get the car out of the garage so it can warm up in the sun. Trooper has his Standards, after all.

What’s everybody doing today?

Have a picture of Perkin’s Cove this morning, courtesy of Barnacle Billy’s:

Through caverns measureless to man . . .

What went before ONE: And as I think about Annie Lennox and Tina Turner and the other people who were abused by their creative partners . . .

I was so very lucky to have had Steve in my life: he not only supported and contributed to my art, but he stood between me and people who would have abused me because of my art, and because I “think wrong.”

I say this in interviews pretty often, and will continue to say it, because it’s true: I am so very fortunate to have been able to spend most of my life living in, and exploring, a universe of my own making, and being . . . happy in my art.

. . . and I’m so very sorry that not everyone can have that.

Continue in response to a comment regarding the magnitude of loss: I’m going to say this badly, so apologies in advance for being inarticulate. Yes, it’s a debilitating, life-changing loss. But “loss” implies having had something.

So I look at what we had — do I regret having had those things? No.

I look at what we did — do I regret having done those things? Well — no life is perfect, and certainly, as suited to each other as we were, we weren’t perfect. We did stupid stuff; we were not always wise.

But I can’t regret the laughter, the partnership, the places we went and the joy that we shared. I certainly don’t regret the creative life we shared. We never were famous, or rich, or award-winners, but damn I’m proud of our work, our vision, and the sharing of it.

Am I sorry that what I had is gone? Yes. Yes, I am. And as painful as it is to be without the support, partnership, and love that I had, still I would rather that than what I felt when my mother died, which was, “Thank God she’s gone. She can’t ever hurt me again.”

There was a thing we used to say — “Better together than apart.” That was true; we brought out the best in each other. And I have that experience now; it’s part of the warp and weft of who I am.

And I don’t regret that.

What went before: Ack.

So, I made the phone call and snagged an early December appointment, and staged the trash, but I did not do the bookkeeping. Instead, I weeded the garden, because it really is that nice outside.

The boss says it’s OK to bounce the bookkeeping to tomorrow. She’s cool that way…

What went before TWO: SNIPPET:

“Which improbably puts me in mind of why I chanced to come this way,” Shan murmured. “Jen Sin, my dear, Miri wishes to speak with you.”

Jen Sin paused with his wine glass near his lips and looked up into pale blue eyes.

Shan shook his head, Terran-style. “Unlike some others of us, I know the difference between Miri and the delm.”

What went before THREE: And! The word count at the end of this round of WIP Correx is!

Sixty thousand nine hundred and ninety-five words.

I have the files that I pulled, but to preserve Auctorial Sanity, we are not counting those words.

The Weird Word List has been updated. Back ups have been made.

Tomorrow, I start with the Chapter-by-Chapter which will be the definitive map of Where the Holes Are.

Tomorrow, I am also interviewing a potential cleaner, and! It’s needlework night.

Tonight, however, I’m off the clock.

Or, I will be off the clock once I wash the dishes.

Everybody stay safe; I’ll see you tomorrow.

Tuesday. Cool and cloudy. Trash and recycling at the curb.

Breakfast was half a blueberry muffin and plain yogurt. Rookie would like his fandom to know that he really likes plain yogurt, and that Tali and Firefly don’t like plain yogurt, because they’re silly, but that’s OK, because that means there’s more yogurt for him.

Trooper, who has a record of enjoying a wee dram of plain yogurt from time to time, was not interested.

Trooper also informed me that the gravy which has been the only thing he would reliably eat for months now — deserved only to be buried. I broke out the just-arrived food chopper and pureed a can of gooshy food, which is, mind you, already gooshy, and he did eat — lap, whatever . . . most of that. He’s also lost a little more than a pound since August 4, according to the home scale.

These things are concerning, to say the least.

Now that the trash is out, Trooper has eaten something, and is napping while the other cats are occupying the windows in the bedroom, I’m going to start building the Chapter-by-Chapter.

I finished reading Stone and Sky last night, and started reading the book club book. For those who have been wondering what I’ve been reading — mostly rereads, and cozies — the list is here

How’s everybody holding up on the second day of the week?

Today’s blog post courtesy of Samuel Taylor Coleridge, a man who knew how to build an earworm. “Kubla Khan”

Here’s a random Firefly pic as a reward for those who made it to the end of all that:

The tyranny of small things

What went before ONE: Duty to the cats performed. Walk walked. Reading of WIP done.

Very pleased to see that it’s nowhere as awful as I of course assumed it would be. Needs work, but who among us does not?

Next steps are adding corrections and moving pages as noted on the hardcopy, making Yet Another Chapter-by-chapter, and then as a reward for the Long Clerical Schlepp, I get to write new words.

Have an appointment for a potential cleaner to come by next Tuesday, take a look around, and give me an estimate, so *that’s* in train.

Right now, I need to do some kitchen-y things, like getting honey into the syrup dispenser, and cutting up the yam for skillet yam-onion-and-garlic. After which, it’s back to work.

The day remains very pleasant, and the windows remain open, which is so very nice. I get tired of Station Air, even though some days it’s for the best . . .

What went before TWO: Summing up: Yesterday afternoon, someone shot a motorcyclist dead on the Roosevelt Trail at the Windham Shopping Center, subsequently taking off in his car.

The Windham police hit the FEMA all-call, which hit Every Cell Phone In Maine, and a bunch in New Hamphire, too, with a godawful shriek, to let us know that there was a shooter on the run, and instructing everybody everywhere to shelter in place, lock doors and windows.

As of 7pm the suspect was reported “located” and the shelter-in-place lifted. The Windham police apologized for hitting the Big Red Button instead of the Smaller Red Button to the right.

What went before THREE: Tools down now, I think, rather than get sucked in to going all night. Tomorrow, I have more (LOL . . . yeah) correx to enter. I’ve already deleted +/-3,000 words, so there’s that.

Coon Cat Happy Hour is up in a few minutes. I will, regretfully, be closing the windows and going on to Station Air before I draw a glass of wine and do a little bit of reading before dinner.

Everybody stay safe; I’ll see you tomorrow.

Saturday. Sunny and still cool. Windows are open; Station Air is off.

Trooper has had his gravy, whined for and received a bowl of gooshy food, which he proceeded to ignore.

I? Have already been to and come back from the walk-in clinic, and I was honestly embarrassed to be there. I had gotten an earring stuck in my ear, and since I can’t see the back of my own ear, there we are. Long story short, the post had bent down, and since it wasn’t straight, it couldn’t come back out the hole in my ear. So, now I have a pair of earrings I probably shouldn’t wear, which is kind of too bad because I liked them.

The nurse was extremely good-natured, and told me they see lots of earring problems, which — almost 60 years of wearing earrings and this has never happened to me.

Anyhoots, back home now, tea to hand (breakfast was a Kodiak blueberry breakfast bar on my way to the clinic), and it’s time to get with the WIP.

And how’s Saturday treating you?

“See the fish?”

What went before ONE: M’sieur Rookie critiques the hair taming.

What went before TWO: Just gettin’ done for the day. I am pleased that the WIP has a definite shape. There are holes, but now I can see where they are.

Nothing planned for tomorrow, except sticking with the WIP.

Everybody stay safe; I’ll see you tomorrow.

Friday. Sunny and gonna be warm, only it’s not yet, so I’ve opened the windows to get some air moving around the house.

Trooper has had his gravy-and-meds and is currently chowing down on Fancy Feast cod, sole, and shrimp.

My breakfast was a peach cut up into plain yogurt. Kettle’s on for my second mug of tea. Lunch is looking like The Last Yam.

Today is for writing and I’m ready to go in my Childless Cat Lady tshirt.

I do have a letter to write and a phone call to make — oh! Whoever mentioned “Nextdoor”? Thank you! I downloaded it this morning. The feed is a MESS, but I found one post of interest — a cleaner in the area who is accepting clients, so I’ll be calling her.

Otherwise, as previously mentioned — writing, one’s duty to the cats, a short walk, and, oh, how about writing?

Friday brought me a surprise video from Lake Wesserunsett on July 31 2019. “See the fish?”

What’s Friday bringing to you?

this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

Tuesday. ‘nother hot one, so say the weatherbeans. The AQI isn’t perilous, but it’s not pleasant, either.

Second good night of sleep in a row. I could get used to this, though I’m still a bit groggy, which I suppose indicates that the sleep debt has not yet been paid off.

Breakfast was a bialy with the last of the cream cheese and grapes. Second cup of tea to hand. Lunch — who knows. I have frozen dinners, or I could DoorDash — can’t skip, though. The late adventures have dropped me to slightly below my preferred lower weight limit of 160, so — no cheating.

My Big Plans for the day are!

1 Get the trash and recycling to the curb
2 Dispatch one’s duty to the cats
3 Call for a haircut
4 Work on the WIP

There’s needlework, which I missed last week. I’d really like to go this evening. I suppose I’ll see what the day has made of itself, after lunch before I make a decision.

All that said! What are your plans for the day?

Today’s blog post title brought to you by ee cummings, [i carry your heart with me(i carry it in]

Firefly and Rookie planning last night’s entertainment:

like a tiger’s great-grandfather

What went before: And that’s the Author’s Afterword for I Dare written. I’ll go through it again tomorrow morning, make whatever changes seem good, and send it in before I get back with the WIP.

The plan for the rest of the evening is to go to bed early, and re-establish my fractured schedule tomorrow. Oh. And do the laundry.

Everybody stay safe; I’ll see you tomorrow.

Monday. Ruthlessly bright and already warm. We are under a Heat Advisory, today and tomorrow.

Station air is ON, and all curtains closed.

Breakfast was half a blueberry muffin and plain yogurt. Lunch may be Door Dashed. We’ll see.

First load of laundry is drying; second is in the washer.

I actually slept well last night, which isn’t something we’ve seen for a couple of weeks. I could really use a good run of Actual Sleep, as I walk the Tightrope of Exhaustion.

It comes about that I’m going to have produce the habit of having honey in my tea. There are reasons and they are good ones, however, absent an occasional spoon of honey in peppermint tea (which is AWEsome), I drink my tea as my coffee before it — black. Honey itself is not the problem; Steve left me several three pound bottles of very fine honey from a local apiary (this is aside my baking honey). My problem is that — it’s hard to manipulate a three pound bottle of honey to get a spoonful into a mug, and, also, that honey is — sticky. And it drips.

I have for the moment decanted a small portion of honey into a well-sealed glass jar, which makes it easier to dispense by the spoonful, but I feel I ought to look about me for a method that might be less drippy. Shopping!

Aside the laundry, and one’s duty to the cats, the to-do list includes reading the Author’s Afterword, making such corrections as may be needful and sending it along to Baen. I will devote the day after lunch to my poor, long-suffering WIP, and to staying out of the heat.

What are your plans, today?

Today’s blog post title comes from Pablo Neruda, one of Steve’s favored poets: “Cat’s Dream“