I’m postponing the chapter of Witchfinder for tomorrow for two reasons: First I feel like my head is entirely made of cotton wool (more on this later. No, not sick. At least I hope not.) And second I’m hoping to be able to write a little more on it tomorrow, and so feed you guys a little more.
The cotton wool: I realized, late as usual, that my contract for the reissue/re-edition (it’s a “corrected” – actually ret-conned [is that what they call it in comics when you change the older to accord with the newer?] version of the books) of Draw One In The Dark and Gentleman Takes A Chance required me to send them the revised books by the 12th.
In a way it’s fortunate I realized this early this week (grin) because I’ve in the past done stuff like send back contracts after the manuscript was due.
The other reason it was fortunate for me to do this is that in going over the other books – line by line – I found several clues to what I thought was this totally new twist in Noah’s Boy. Which goes to show you. I don’t know what it goes to show you, but it does.
So, anyway, I think this is just editing-head and I can clear the cobwebs with vigorous house cleaning.
This is good because the house (and the laundry! The horror, the horror) are way behind. I’ve never understood this, but when I get sick, and despite Dan’s best efforts to keep up (in his copious spare time) and the kids’ occasional efforts to keep up (in their defense, they were ramping up to finals) if I get sick for two weeks, I end up a month behind in housework. This makes no sense. In this case, perhaps it was because everyone else in the house was sick too, and because the illness has such a long “slog back from” that while I’ve been “normal” for two weeks, I haven’t been “normal-normal” – i.e. I run out of steam too easily, etc.
Which brings me to all my late guest blogging and people must think I’m ignoring them/blowing them off. I’m not. I went down the line edit rabbit hole, then I realized I might as well do this slower, and as a conjoined tour for DSR and A Few Good Men. Partly this is necessity, because writing two guest blogs atop my normal post seems to knock me out again. So, if you’re waiting for me to post, please be patient. And if you’re one of the people who is also/instead waiting for my art – we’ve just ordered a new scanner, my current one having succumbed finally to years of maltreatment and cat hair. We didn’t want to spend the money, but since my best art is still done by hand, on physical media, it’s the only way to do it.
Cat hair brings me to – I couldn’t talk about it, because Marshall was having finals and Miranda is his special cat. Miranda-cat, all of twelve, and a petite, feisty Cornish Rex princess has been diagnosed with a malformation of the heart valves which normally strikes large dogs. At first – pre EKG – the doctors assumed it was hardening of the heart, which is apparently normal for her breed and would give her maybe six years with careful handling, bringing her to normal lifespan for OUR cats.
This issue is more serious, and if we’re very careful with her, we might have one more year. I can hear you say “But Sarah, you knew cats have short lifespans.” Yes, we did, but we didn’t count on THIS this soon.
On the good side, when she goes it’s likely to be “congestive heart failure” which means it will be quick and mostly painless.
Anyway, for now she’s still raining punishment (for being younger and well) on the boy cats, so it’s probably not eminent.
On the “I hope cottonwool is just the editing” – I’m sneezing an awful lot and getting congested, but I THINK that’s just the cat hair and household dust. I sort of cleaned the last two weeks but not up to my standards. And I’m not ABLE to be lazy about this stuff – I’m allergic to cats and deathly allergic to household dust. (Yes, I know. Allergic to cats? Well, it’s mild, and since I have to clean for the dust, anyway…)
Okay, so now I go clean and listen to a Heinlein juvenile (Space Cadet) while I do so. I’ll post chapter (or hopefully more) tomorrow.