Yes, the title means I’m in a silly mood. Years ago, a friend of mine ran a small press magazine and got a submission in that advertised itself as a “multifarious, splendiferous” story. If you are the author who actually thought it was a good idea to put that on your cover letter, I’m sorry because that has since become a joke for my writing friends. If we have something we’re really not sure about, as we pass it to our friends for an opinion, we make sure to tell them “This is a Multifarious, Splendiferous Story.”
At any rate, that title sounds better than “Various Odds and Ends” which is what this post actually is.
First of all – I meant to do this last week and spaced (oy, let me tell you what this week has been) – any of you who want to promote a work, leave me details and an Amazon link (unless it’s not on Amazon, of course!) in the comments. Sometime, probably Sunday, I’ll assemble a post, then put the link at instapundit. My bit for indie publishing and maybe, just maybe it will help you guys a little.
Now, onto the next important bit – Yes, I see the few of you who are regular commenters are tapping your feet – I’m delaying Witchfinder again, and I’m sorry, but I haven’t finished Noah’s Boy – this comes under what this week has been – and at this stage of Noah’s Boy I have to keep the whole plot in my head, as I pull the closure shut, and I don’t have space for anything else. So. The only thing I can promise you is that once Noah’s Boy is sent in (G-d willing by Monday, please) I will then – after sleeping two days or so – sit down and finish WF because it’s about 50 pages from close, and those I’d prefer to do at a run anyway (because of keeping the whole plot in my head, at the end.)
The week that was – my older son (he admitted to it, so I can leak who it was) had well, I guess they consider it major, surgery to correct a minor but eventually life-threatening congenital issue. We’ve been putting it off, and hoped it would be small enough that nothing needed to be done about it, but it finally became obvious the surgery would be needed and, his being a Senior in college (though he might do another year and get a chem major too) it was time. So he had it done on Wednesday and stayed at the hospital through Thursday. I stayed with him. I was supposed to be writing on the laptop, but it never happened.
Because it is considered major surgery and it’s SUPPOSED to limit his movements (well, he is male and young, so he keeps thinking it doesn’t, which requires my being around to stop the more foolhardy stuff. Not bad foolhardy, but he hates to be a trouble, so…) the post op has involved considerable vigilance and help from me. I’m not complaining. Robert is a good patient, relatively. Unfortunately, it also entails a certain amount of depression on his part, which means if he wants to discuss things for an hour or two and catches me on my way to the kitchen for coffee, as a break in writing, well… We discuss it. Mostly he’s been studying history of the revolutionary period, so it’s fascinating anyway. (No, not for school. On his own. We decided when the kids chose degrees that they should take STEM because the humanities they can study on their own and the languages I can teach them. Not because they weren’t interested in humanities, but because STEM is better for jobs and doing “real” stuff. So the kids usually have a “learning” project going on.)
On top of that, I’ve been going through this weird thing where I sleep a lot. I thought it was either hormonal (rolls eyes. Yeah. That’s usually a problem. The fertility never worked very well, but also won’t shut off fully, and it’s working about as “well” as it ever did) or just emotional exhaustion. Turned out it was a sinus infection left behind as a souvenir by the latest quasi-flu. (Son of Death Flu, Enter The Virus.)
I’m on antibiotics now, and yesterday was the first time I felt entirely myself and didn’t spend three hours in this sleep so profound that I woke but couldn’t move when Robert called for help. (Turned out it was Havey attacking his cane, so it wasn’t help-help like “I’ve fallen” type of thing, thank heavens. I wanted to get up, I couldn’t get my body to.)
Anyway if all that sounds like a lot of excuses… It’s not. It is explanations, though. I was working very hard at Noah’s boy every minute I could, but life interfered. It must get done in the next couple of days, though – must – because I can’t do this to my publisher. So, let me do that, and then I do the end of Witchfinder, I promise. BTW, because it’s going to end up goatgagger size (I already know sections I HAVE to put in) it will probably be released at 9.99, which means those who donate in advance are getting a bargain… even though most people donate way more, so…
Oh, yeah, as a side note, if any of you could recommend something like a diary of biography of someone in special forces, I kind of need it for the next serialized novel. No rush, but it is sort of kinda needed. (Though it’s only really needed for the beginning and “feel”.)
Okay. Now I go work on Noah’s Boy. Post your stuff you want to advertise!