Years ago I read something about Isaac Asimov where they said he loved cold, dready days because there was nothing to do but writing. If so, tomorrow should be very good for me.
You know the thing about the cold day you know where? I think this is it. Right now it’s somewhere around negative twenty out there. As of yet, the kid’s school remains open for tomorrow. This seems misguided to me, but I’m probably the only parent who thinks it’s less trouble to have the kids at home than at school.
Today (I’m writing this on Monday just before midnight) I walked my normal three miles – in my leather winter jacket, padded and hooded, with another hat and a sweater underneath. It went fine until I turned around to come back home. Then the wind was full on my face. I swear my nose just about froze before I made it home. Then I made coffee and drank three cups before I felt human.
So, why didn’t I blog today?
Well, my internet connection has been weird, leading to my not being able to blog in time, and then there didn’t seem to be much point. I don’t know if the modem is going, or if it’s just the weather being so exceptionally cold.
I’m trying to finish A Fatal Stain, the third Elise Hyatt mystery, and somewhat annoyed at keeping popping out of “voice.” This is probably due to the fact that Athena – Darkship Thieves – is ready to be written and trying to push through. I’m reading about Italian city states, to figure out what is happening in Eden around the story that involves Thena and Kit. And then there is Earth, and the people back on Earth. Turns out one of the good men had “discarded” an older “son” who ended up in Never Never (for good and sufficient reason.) He breaks out when Kit was rescued and… Well… let’s say the odd thing is that he isn’t an anti-hero. Deeply flawed, but clawing his way towards sanity.
So, wish me luck finishing A Fatal Stain by Wednesday (I don’t think I can get ALL the work done tomorrow but Wednesday is doable.) As a book, it is lots of fun (if I can stay in voice.) E has discovered how to pick locks, Ben and Nick are arguing about where to live, All-ex is actually trying to keep E beyond his allotted time and Ben is “helping” Dyce buy her wedding dress (let’s just say they have wildly different ideas. For a man who dresses so somberly, he suffers from the pretty-princess syndrome when it comes to Dyce.) Dyce’s father is sure she’s going to be murdered at her wedding and someone is torching vacant homes in Goldport, a case that makes Cas… er… burn the midnight oil. Oh, and then there’s a disappearance. Or is it a murder? Or is it an elopement? Or….
And Peegrass who is now into body modification JUST might get a play friend…
If you’re up early, think of me. I’ll be running on the treadmill in the morning (I owe it to my nose) and then sitting down to polish this novel so other people can see it without wondering when Dyce joined schizophrenia to her other issues. Wish me luck.
According To Hoyt 
Granted, noted and yes, it is perfect writing weather. I live up here in BC, Canada, socked into the mountains, and about mid November the itch to sit and write just really starts to set in.
With wet dreary weather giving way to snow squalls and ice, a good fire with a comfortable chair and a warm laptop seems just about the best thing in the world.
I’ll leave that alone now however.
Also, thanks for the insight into the thought processes of a writer, it’s frighteningly close to what I go through regularly, trying to keep the stories out of each other, not always successfully I might add.
Good luck on “AFatal Stain” by Wednesday. Luckily I don’t have anything critical coming up to a deadline soon.
Cheers. Gotta get back to work.
Dan.
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Don ‘t know if the store-cats-in-training, Valeria Victrix’s younger brother and sister, will be at the store tomorrow: they are supposed to be dropped off at the clinic to be fixed, but the clinic depends on the District Eleven schools to decide whether to close because of weather or not. Schools close, the appointment is off.
Suggested subject for reminiscing about the Hoytlings: Hawaii just banned children from buying toy guns.
Charles
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the schools just closed. And when Robert hears they banned water guns he’s going to go spare. He’s going totally Bursar.
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That’s Bargain Book Warehouse. In Colorado Springs. I’m a little too cold-stunned to remember where I am online.
Charles
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Just wanted to say I’m SOOOOO excited about the new Dyce book.
Ironically enough, I wrote more this weekend when it was beautiful and sunny outside than I have during the week when it is freezing and gross outside. Of course, that could also be because writing during the week means overcoming brain fry from classes. I really wish they’d just cancel our classes like everyone else in the nation…
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