like a tiger's great-grandfather

Aug. 11th, 2025 10:53 am
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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"


Waverings from Magnetic North

Aug. 10th, 2025 10:25 am
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Sunday. Sunny and said to be heading for warm.

Yesterday continued off-kilter, and it's not too much to say that it actually went into a spin. Today I must and, she says determinedly, I will, write the Author's Afterword for I Dare.

First, though, I need to find breakfast and make a list so that I may dash out to the grocery. I'm almost out of cat food, and that obviously cannot be allowed to stand.

How's everybody doing?


Off-kiltering

Aug. 9th, 2025 08:10 am
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What went before: So, today has been a mismash of working and laying around. I did get some WIP-reading done, and a lot more of lying in bed by turns listening to The Goblin Emperor (which I know so well I'm not stressed about missing things) and dozing. Back is still tender, but not so much as even this morning, so, yanno -- progress progresses.

I'm hoping to be done with the worst of this particular brand of nonsense by tomorrow. fingers crossed

The cats are liking the lying in bed part of the day's structure. I fear they're going to be disappointed when the schedule returns to what I like to call normal.

I may try to get one more shift of WIP-reading in this evening. Or I may just watch the last three episodes of WandaVision.

Everybody stay safe; I'll check in tomorrow.

Saturday. Cool-for-now and sunny. Windows in my office are open.

Woke up early and ill, but hey! At least my back doesn't hurt. Currently sipping ginger ale. Trooper has had his morning gravy-with-meds.

I did watch the last three episodes of WandaVision last night. Pulling the witch out the hat was . . . facile, and honestly, I'm not inclined to follow Agnes any further down her road.

I'm actually amazed that Marvel tried to undertake a story about life-changing grief, and that they managed as well as they did. Even unto that very difficult -- and correct -- ending. And Wanda's love for Vision did not allow her to remember/recreate him wrongly.

One of the things that we as writers do over and over is to use death as a plot device -- the motivating force that triggers the Real Story. And while it's true that the Lost Girl, the Dead Spouse, the Slaughtered Village releases a lot of energy, surely there are other means available?

Going back to Wanda -- I'm interested in the smart girl with the bright red lipstick -- Darcy? -- who seems to be a continuing character. Does anyone know where I might find more of her?

And on that note -- woman does not take her meds on ginger ale alone, so I'd better see what I can cobble together and call breakfast.

I expect it will be another Off-Kilter Day here.

What's the day looking like there?

Rosebush proof of life:


Friday Office Still Closed

Aug. 8th, 2025 09:34 am
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Friday: Office still closed today, for values of "closed" that include trying to find a way to read the WIP that doesn't screw up my back again. I would hate to have to replace the comfy chair in my office, but that's for later consideration.

I slept last night, and into the morning, ably assisted by rolling shifts of coon cats. Trooper and Tali are apparently the designated Morning Wake-Up team, and I variously had Rook and Firefly monitoring my morpheus ranges on the overnight.

I feel immensely better than I did at this time yesterday, which is kind of impressive, given my back still hurts. Yes, even after the steroid shot, which they gave me in my arm. The last time I had a steroid shot for back pain, they nailed me in my back. Understand, I'm not complaining, just curious.

I did manage to eat this morning, which was another thing I didn't do well with yesterday. I have a hard time eating when I'm in "that much" pain. I will say, though? Those six packs of peanut butter crackers? Are lifesavers. I did manage one of those to buffer the naproxen dose last night.

And that's my news.

What's yours?


Office Closed

Aug. 7th, 2025 09:29 am
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Offline today. Just back from clinic where I was the happy recipient of a steroid shot for my back and a shot of Industrial Strength Tylenol. Hoping to be able to sleep, which I didn't last night.

Everybody take care.


It gives a lovely light

Aug. 6th, 2025 11:49 am
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Wednesday. Sunny, slightly breezy, warm, but not too warm. The windows in my office, the bathroom, and bedroom are all open.

My watch has been very upset with me -- I've been burning the candle at both ends to hear it tell the tale -- stressful days followed by nonrestorative sleep. It's busted me back to 8.30 hours a night, and last night I tried to oblige it, ending up with 8.10 hours of -- you guessed this already, right? -- nonrestorative sleep. It wants me to rest and recruit myself today, but since it seems to think that sitting and reading is "stressful," I'm not really sure what will make it happy.

That being the case, I've been sitting and reading the WIP. I'm taking a break right now to give the cats their late morning treats and to eat one of the cookies I bought yesterday -- apricot/pistachio. Very good.

I'll be going back to the manuscript in a bit and work until lunch, which will be -- soup and a salad.

Yesterday, as I was out and about, I heard a woman ask a clerk in one of the stores if they had any "green amethyst" jewelry. Since I thought I knew that there was no such thing as "green amethyst," I drifted over and added my plea to hers. We were presented with several sets of earrings set with a extremely pale green stones -- so pale that you had to stare at them to convince your eyes that, yes, they are green. Or maybe yellow.

The clerk having been called down-counter to answer someone else (leaving us along with (if the price tags were to be believed) a cool two grand in earrings), the woman who had first called for them confided that she had bought a "green amethyst" bracelet from this very story, but had lost it when it slipped of her wrist. She also allowed as how hers had been "bolder."

We both declined to buy; I packed up the earrings, put them back into their box, gave them to the clerk (Virgo, here; sorry), and continued my perambulations.

So, here's the thing: amethyst is quartz. Purple quartz, because of the inclusion of iron in the crystals. The thing that's being called "green amethyst" is green quartz, made green by the inclusion of chlorite in its crystals. So! Purple quartz = amethyst; green quartz = prasiolite. Not "green amethyst."

I won't add "fight me," because I'm sure someone will.

My cookie is gone. O! Woe! And also? Time to go back to work.

What's happening with you on Anything Can Happen Day?

Today's blog post title brought to you by Edna St. Vincent Millay, "First Fig"

Cat census:


Like a small earthquake

Aug. 5th, 2025 05:38 pm
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What went before: So, everything except the writing corner is more or less good to go. I have one more bill to pay, and the afterword to write. Afterword may not happen today, but that's OK. I know what I want to say, and by definition, it's not a long piece.

It's in my mind to take tomorrow off, really, and go down to Rockland to the Farnsworth Museum (which for some reason, I thought was open year-round, but it closes for the season at the end of September?). This will get me (1) a ride (2) salt air (3) art (4) if I play my cards right, breakfast or lunch (or both?) out. All of those things are wins and are known Soothers of Frazzled Writers Surnamed Lee Who Reside at the Cat Farm and Confusion Factory.

This will mean I can sit down and start reacquainting myself with the WIP (again) on Wednesday. I do have some minor commitments, but nothing Epic, like, say, driving to Baltimore or proofing a novel, on the calendar until, oh, Albacon, where I have volunteered to be a Zoom panelist, and to do a reading.

I can feel my blood pressure dropping already.

So, that's the plan, insofar &c. Happy Hour is coming up in an hour or so, and that will be tools down for me as well.

Everybody have a good evening. Stay safe. I'll check in tomorrow as can.

Tuesday: So, a nice day was had by ... me, actually. As it happens, I didn't eat out at all -- breakfasted at home so Trooper was sure to get his morning meds, and second breakfast. Then, I had half a quiche in the fridge, so I just took a piece with me for lunch, which turned out to be a GOOD idea because I found a place at a park adjacent to the public dock, which is where Steve and I usually stopped in Rockland, and ate my lunch to a new-to-me view of the harbor, in the sunshine, and I need to get better about remembering to wear a hat. But!

The Farnsworth Museum is a very nice museum spread over three buildings and some storefronts on Main Street. I wandered the museum, then Main Street, bought cookies at the Atlantic Bakery, since I am tragically out of cookies at home (I also need to make my own cookies; it's not like it's hard), and ate my lunch as reported.

Then, I went to Camden and got my passport stamped at Reny's.

It was a day of meeting old friends, the first of which -- I've been listening to the 60s station on Sirius XM, and I hate to tell you how many of those songs I know the words to. Add these to the songs at play from Classics Vinyl and Rewind, and I could probably do Great Things with my brain, if it wasn't stuffed full of song lyrics.

But, anyway -- on the way over to Rockland, I heard a song I haven't thought of for ... ever -- Neil Diamond's "Brother Love's Travelling Salvation Show," which, yes, I knew all the words, OK? -- and I can't tell you how fond I used to be of the Brother's little sermon, which was produced before people stopped believing that kind of thing.

Inside the museum, met a painting of Marshall Point Light -- and yes, I did embarrass myself by saying aloud, "Marshall Point Light!" -- and then embarrassed myself again by laughing out loud -- there's a full-sized Langlais camel in the museum garden. I had just recently seen a much smaller one at the Langlais Exhibit in Waterville -- and I didn't know they came in sizes!

I also listened, and watched an illustration being painted, to the story about how Glooskap (Klooskap) invented the arrow, and Mount Kineo of the most perfect stone for arrowheads, which all the Abenaki people knew (this last part is true. It's well to question Glooskap closely on these matters.), and watched a demonstration of arrowhead napping. This was a video in the Abenaki Room, and well worth the watching.

So, anyhoots, home again, where I fed Trooper some gooshy food and myself some ice cream from home stores (Gifford's Black Raspberry Chocolate Chip). I debated going to needlework tonight, but I think I'll rest at home, by which I mean check what I've printed out of the WIP and if it is, indeed, the Most Current or if I need to print a new edition to read.

So! How was your day?

Today's blog post title from, what else? Neil Diamond, "Brother Love's Travelin' Salvation Show"

Photos on the day:  The view at lunch; camel, large and small; Marshall Point Light.  Oh, and the morning rose bush.


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What went before: Done, compiled, and gone.

All that's left is to write the Author's Afterword.

I believe I may do something irresponsible and have an early glass of wine and watch Wandavision.

Monday. Slightly cloudy, and cool at the moment, and the windows in my office are open for the cats, and fully occupied. They'll be closed later, when it gets hot. That's the windows, not the cats.

Trooper has had his first envelope of gravy and is asleep in his box on my desk.

Waiting for my tea to brew. First breakfast will be Skyr.

Today is Chores and writing an afterword. I Dare of course was the Seventh Book -- the last in the orignally-planned series. I'm now working on Book 28.

I watched . . . three? episodes* of WandaVision last night and I'll be continuing. I finished Dr. Who last week, I guess, and I have come to the conclusion that I Do Not Get Dr. Who, which is fine. I believe it consistent with other conclusions in re Dr. Who that I made in the past.

My intention had been to cancel Disney after I finished Dr. Who, but it renewed for the month before I finished, thus WandaVision, which makes much more storytelling sense to me than the Doctor, for all he's cute as a bug.

It's been my policy of late to avoid Marvel movies, because My Ghod and Little Green Apples (apologies in advance to all who think they're the bee's knees) they're irritating. I think the last Marvel movie I saw with Steve was Captain Marvel, in an empty theatre -- and it was fine. And we did watch Black Panther here at home, somehow. But a little of Tony Stark/Cap/The Hulk/Thor/etc goes a long way, and the flipflopping characterization -- never mind. Just went off Marvel movies, is what I'm saying. (I also went off Star Wars movies. Three was more than enough.)

All of the above is to make the point that I have no idea who Wanda -- or Vision -- are in the universe outside of the sitcoms they're hiding in. I DON'T WANT to be told who are they, or their backstory, because, so far at least, the story is interesting on its own merits.

So! While Disney has my money -- are there -- how do I say this? -- any other Marvel movies that are Interesting, Not Irritating, and Don't Hinge Everything  on an intimate knowledge of 400 interwoven films? You may include Marvel projects, as long as they meet the criteria Thank you for your recommendations. I realize this may be a touchy topic, so I also thank you for your continued civility in any discussion that follows.

(I realize the above may sound snooty from someone working on the 28th book in a long and involved universe, but visual storytelling frustrates me at the best of times; I depend on text to remind me of important events/people, and I use text to remind readers of same. Film is all forward motion. Also, why are the damned things so dark? Ahem.)

My Disney Watchlist, which may or may not give a range: (Encanto and Free Guy: I already watched these, but I may want to watch especially Free Guy again.) Shang-Chi, Mulan live action, Ms. Marvel, The Light Shop, and two Fantastic 4 movies (no, I don't know why).

I think that's all that's going on at the Cat Farm today -- chores and more chores.

What's happening at your house?

Today's blog post title comes to you via WandaVision and the Monkees "Daydream Believer"
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SPOILER:
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The twins have just been born and Vision is starting to smell a rat.

 


Still workin'

Aug. 3rd, 2025 09:37 am
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SNIPPET from I DARE:
"Tell me, if you would," he said, "who is this puissant enemy with which Captain Robertson has beguiled my poor Yxtrang?"

Val Con lifted a brow. "I thought they were yos'Phelium's Yxtrang?"

"One feels a lingering tenderness," Daav told him earnestly. "They are such good children."

What went before: I really need to get over the feeling of personal failure because I can't do what two strong young people could do, or even two elder people who had been Doing Together so long, it all got done, and looked effortless, too.

I'm not going to finish this today. I'm probably not going to finish it this weekend. Which means I won't be able to write on Monday, and I'm really cranky about that. I am so damned tired of the stop-and-start on this book. It seems like I just get going, when I have to stop to do something "more important."

Not to mention that all the other things -- the bed made, the cat fountains swapped out, the dishes washed -- aren't done, too, and it's not because I'm a slacker, despite what I learned at my mother's knee.

Argh, damn, and blast.

OK, I need a Plan.

I'll work on the correx for another hour, then I'll call it a day, make the bed, load the dishwasher, find something to eat and a glass of wine. Tomorrow. I'll get up early tomorrow, and hit the correx again. I'll use my breaks to swap out the cat fountains. Maybe I can get this done tomorrow. (Yes, yes, it's not due til the 12th, but if I finish it now, then I can get back to writing without having to interrupt myself, ref stop-and-start, above.)

And the house still looks like a bomb hit it, which shouldn't be a surprise, because it looked that way, too, when there were two of us working. It's what happens when you work and live in the same space.

deep breath

Another hour, then done for the day.

Everybody stay safe; I'll see you tomorrow.

And then there's the bit where Pat Rin goes in to the portmaster's office, thinking like a punk kid, "So what's she gonna do, pull my license?" Only to find out that flying without a license is A Thing.

Sunday. Taking a break.

I was up early and hitting the pages. Still miles to go.

Breakfast was oatmeal. I got salad makin's for lunch, including tuna, so that's good.

Nothing much else to report. If anybody wants me, I'll be in my office.

What's everybody else doing today?

Cat census:


First Friday and Saturday, too

Aug. 2nd, 2025 09:18 am
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What went before: So, it turns out there's a Method to First Friday. It's advertised as "from" 5 (or 5:30; advertising is a little squishy on this point) to 7:30. What that means is that, some bands will be starting to set up around 5:00 and the restaurants will be open, so you should go have something to eat, nice glass of wine, and then, eh, 6/6:30ish, you perambulate around downtown, and then, around 7, you wander down to Head of Falls, where the music will be happening. Music starts at 7:30 and goes to 9/9:30.

Obviously, I did not make it that far, which is too bad because the band was the Atlanta Rhythm Section, which wouldn't have been terrible to listen to. There's a beer garden set up at Head of Falls for the concert and a food truck from The Proper Pig. And I kinda didn't want to be one old woman in a crowd of folks some of whom had had too much beer.

I did revisit the Langlais exhibit and took in the Dark Was the Night and Bright Were the Stars exhibit. I stopped by the reception -- yes, there were cookies and also fruits and cheese and crackers.

I meandered around downtown, and I found out that there's a rock store. Yes, a rock store; it's been there about three months, I'm told. I of course bought a rock (yeah, I know, but, hey! It's flourite, which is an amusing rock, in that it flouresces). I also stopped in Old Soul Supply, Oliver and Friends Bookstore, and Holy Cannoli, where I listened to a folk group for a couple of songs before I moved on, hoping for music in the Green Block, but -- not yet. So, I came home, educated and more or less relaxed for having done something different with my afternoon and early evening.

I have about 15 more pages of I Dare to finish proofing -- which I'll do tomorrow.

For now, the cats have had Happy Hour and I'm going to go pour myself a glass out of the Nice Bottle I opened last night to share with Steve.

And that's the First Friday Report.

Intermission: Oooh, nice echo of the prologue: "I won't hurt him."

And my favorite bit in the whole book, though there are so many good bits:

"My lifemate and my oathsworn are blameless. I claim all."

"Ever more terrifying," Val Con returned, lightly, deliberately, in the Low Tongue. "Pray reveal at once the horrific crimes of which they are innocent."

Saturday. Sunny and predicted to a nice-ish day.

Breakfast was toast and cottage cheese and grapes. Lunch will be something easy. I have choices, including a Door Dash account, if it comes down to desperation.

I did not sleep well last night; doubtless the late few days of High Living are catching up with me.

Today's to-do list includes one's duty to the cats, finishing the proofing of I Dare, swapping out cat fountains, and straightening up the house, which has become slightly shell-shocked, doubtless from the High Living referenced above. It's possible that I'll throw it all over and go back to bed, but not really likely.

My Solid Goal is to get back to the WIP -- remember the WIP? -- on Monday, so those things that must occur in service of that goal, including turning in the correx for I Dare, have to happen this weekend.

Arrived in yesterday's mail is news that the Subaru is included in a class action suit referencing failures in the EyeSight Driver Assistance subroutine. The suit appears to focus on the braking protocols, of which I have no complaint. I had hoped that it would be something to address the Concerning Issue of Eyesight turning itself off in downpours where human eyes are basically useless, and the pilot could really use some help staying on the road and not running into the back of a semi. OTOH, I haven't been to the website yet. That's actually pretty far down on the list.

Also, just at a tangent -- and I've made this argument before, so nothing new here -- if you (universal you) break the law, you must pay the penalty for breaking the law. It does not matter who you are, who your dad is, what political affiliation you hold, if you have fifteen houses or live in a cardboard box in an alley. Break the law, pay the price. That's, like, one of the foundations of our society: that money and influence do not alter the functioning of Law. This is why Justice is blind.

So, my second up of tea is gone, and I guess I'd better get to work.

Who's doing something exciting today?


Happy ever after in the marketplace

Aug. 1st, 2025 09:15 am
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Friday. Sunny and warm. The windows are open in my office so the cats can get some fresh air, but I'll be closing them before I go out to the chiropractor's appointment and the grocery.

Breakfast was cream cheese on a bialy, and grapes. Not thinking about lunch, yet. Maybe I'll grab something at the store.

Yesterday was Steve's birthday. He would have been 75. Lis Carey did a nice write-up about him for File 770 (scroll down to #7). Many thanks to Kathryn Sullivan for the pointer.

We here at the Confusion Factory had a quiet day, doing the work of the house. I took a break in the afternoon to go to the Farmer's Market.

Today, as noted, I have a doctor's appointment and need to stop at the grocery to take on weekend supplies, as well as performing one's duty to the cats. My long-term plan on the day is to take my work with me after lunch and go downtown, where I may be fortunate enough to find a parking space, and work until 5, when First Friday, err, opens, and then attend the festivities. There is said to be music and art and other such pleasures on offer. I have never been to a First Friday, ref "parking" above.

And that's the news from here.

What's the news from there?

Today's blog post title from my favorite Beatles' song, Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da


Office Closed July 31

Jul. 30th, 2025 05:07 pm
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Proofed 80 pages. Fed Trooper. Fed myself. Did one's duty to the cats. Refilled my red pen.

Otherwise, it has been a . . . slightly fraught day, and I will be closed for business tomorrow.

Everybody stay safe.


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What went before ONE: Aaaand home.

Spent hours in Michael's. Which counts as a treat. Did not need to go to Target, because I found it in Staples. Toured Best Buy briefly to research tablets, because I think I'm going to buy a new tablet, though God She knows I have enough technology in this house to choke a camel.

First though! Now that Trooper, who met me at the door demanding to know WHERE HIS FOOD WAS, has been satisfied and is cleaning up, I've gotta find something to eat.

It is hot, and the air is thick, so I am glad to be back on Station Air.

What went before TWO: I am suddenly and for no reason bitterly tired.

So! Needlework was fun; we had a full house tonight, several new people, and some folks we hadn't seen for a while. I had been going to take my shirt to embroider, but, with one thing and page proofs, I didn't have time to make the transfer, so I grabbed my fox sampler and my traveling kit (the fox sampler may be five years old. I would bring it with me to cons, and work it on when we were on the train. At this remove, I'm not sure what I had in mind for the fox himself, who is maybe half-finished, so I just worked on some leaves this evening.

The cats have had Happy Hour, and I have poured myself a glass of wine. Tomorrow, there will be reading of page proofs.

Everybody stay safe; I'll see you tomorrow.

Wednesday. Sunny and? Going to be warm. What a surprise. We are on Station Air.

Breakfast was a bialy and cream cheese, with a side a grapes. Lunch will be a veggie burger with cheese.

I slept a whopping 7 hours and 55 minutes, and I actually do not feel like something the cat drug in (as we said in the Land of My Birth, where "drug" was the past participle of "drag". "Flang," however was not the past participle of "flung." You had to go further south for that.).

The rosebush not only continues to survive, but there it's blooming its silly head off.

Today, there will be Reading, of (1) a contract and (2) page proofs. If anyone wants me, I'll be back in Steve's office.

What's on your schedule today?

Today's blog post title from "Summertime," from Porgy and Bess. The original from the opera is, IMHO, insupportable, but then I don't tend to much like opera.  Here we have Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong, which is Much More The Thing.

Rosebush, doing its thing:


Gone Shoppin'

Jul. 29th, 2025 09:28 am
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What went before: Read 60 pages of I Dare, which got me to an end of a section. Wrote +/-540 new words in the WIP, which brings it to +/-65,080.

On the proofing front, I am definitely missing some of the places where there ought to be scene breaks marked, and I'm trying to figure out if I have anything around here that will serve as a guide. I'll look at the Meisha Merlin edition, but that one had, um, many errors. I'm just not sure if spacing was one of them.

Onward.

Rook collaborated with me in an after-lunch nap; he could have gone longer, but I felt the call of duty, and went back to Steve's office to work. Surprisingly, he fetched Tali and the two of them did the afternoon shift with me.

Trooper ate an envelope of bisque with his meds stirred in; a smol can of gooshy food, in two sessions, a couple of crunchies to keep his grandkid, Tali, company at the food bowl, and for Happy Hour, an envelope of stew and his usual serving of gooshy food.

He seems to be somewhat more alert today, OTOH, I spent most of the day in Steve's office, and he spent most of the day asleep in my office, so we didn't see much of each other.

Tomorrow, I believe I'll take a couple hours off and go to Augusta. Get out of the house for a bit, see people who aren't cats. There's a plan.

In the meantime -- everybody stay safe; I'll see you tomorrow.

Tuesday. Sunny and cool, but heading for hot.

Woken by Trooper standing on my chest at 6:00. There were three other cats in the bed, all asleep, so I turned on my side, and snuggled Trooper under me, and we all got another half-hour.

Trooper has had (most of) his morning bisque-with-meds.

I have no idea what my breakfast will be, but I have a cup of tea with me here at the desk, so there's a start.

I will be going out to Augusta today, specifically to Michael's, Target, and -- Lowe's? There was something I wanted at Lowe's . . . sigh. It'll come to me.

I got a little crazy last night just paged through the Meisha Merlin edition of I Dare and found all the scene breaks, some of which are in the page proofs, but not all. Those are now all notated and marked, so I can concentrate on the text.

Speaking of I Dare, the new Baen edition will be a trade paperback and it will drop in December.

What else? Ah. I had asked someone on Etsy to make me a thing, and she said she'd be delighted, so I wrote back and asked how we were going to handle the details, and have heard nothing else. It's been a couple weeks, so I guess I'd better drop a note.

I'd been having an increasingly harder time listening to Devil's Cub, which I was attributing to the narrator, so I opened the book to refresh myself, and -- no, it's not the narrator; it's Vidal, or, rather, the whole cast.

It is permitted to be at the feet of the Divine Georgette and still prefer some of her works over others, and in fact, while I admire These Old Shades as a melant'i play, I believe I read Devil's Cub once, exactly, and did not care for it.

(These things are matters of taste. For instance, Steve doted on The Toolbooth; which I understood as little as his dislike for Bath Tangle, which I adore.)

Anyway, I set myself to analyzing why it is that I so dislike Devil's Cub, and I believe it is this.

In These Old Shades, we are told that Alastair is a Very Bad Man, with a Past. He had served in espionage during the late war, giving his gift for ferreting out secrets free range. We are told that he has a history with Comte St. Vier, that perhaps neither man was in what we will call "the right," and their enmity spans a quarter century.

With the exception of One Thing, we are never shown Alastair doing any of these Very Bad Things, though we are shown that he is very possibly brilliant, and is wearied (as who among us is not) by those who are less brilliant than himself. He is sarcastic and unapproachable, and it would be hard to make a connection with such a man, except we are given, almost immediately, an intermediary between ourselves and this unlikable, perhaps evil, man. Leon, running from abuse, seeking to escape a life that can only end in tragedy, is rescued by the Duke for his own nefarious purposes, and Leon loves the Duke. We, in turn, love Leon, for his wit, his temper, his devotion, and his courage.

The Duke of Avon could ask for no better lens through which to be viewed.

Now, that One Evil Thing -- His Grace of Avon sees fit to drive a man to suicide at a public party, but by the time he does this, we want that man to pay -- for the evil he has visited upon Leon. It's a masterpiece of timing, and These Old Shades is a good book and an excellent melant'i play.

Devil's Cub makes the mistake of showing us Vidal at his worst immediately, and we are given no balancing viewpoint, save his mother's, who may be excused for loving him, and even she knows he is "very bad," but -- he's her son.

I'm also irritated because it's been 24 years since These Old Shades, and Rupert, Alastair's younger brother, who had shown some promise of growing into a Better Man if not a very intelligent one, is stuck in a permanent boyhood -- still running himself off his legs, and needing to apply to Alastair for funds, and much the lesser of Vidal, who does, at least seems to possess a good pair of wits.

Since I'm using the audiobook as a sleep aid, I'll probably continue, and I may finish reading along side of it, to see if I'm being unjust, and Georgette does manage to put everything right. I do recall thinking that Mary Challoner could have done much better.

. . . and my tea's gone.

How's the morning going at your place?

This morning's blog post title is a vary on the classic sign "Gone Fishin'"


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