Because it’s Sunday and I’m lazy and I don’t have anyone do anything more interesting today and because some of you are crazy enough to even like my grocery list, it’s time for another update on the state of the writer.
This week was very bad for writing.
One of the things that annoys me about “not quite sick/not quite well” is not being sick enough to justify not working, and yet being unable to work, anyway. For the last seven days I found myself struggling from word to word. I could do work – and did – of the clean up/fix up/redo old covers, but let’s face it, I need to be writing, and a lot of it, and this isn’t helping. It just helps pile up the work.
Seems to be still/again HVAC. This week we started the heater, and I suddenly became all congested. The cause was not far to find: the house is drier than the Sahara. Since for the last year or so I have had to turn on a little humidifier, I just grumbled and put that on the list.
Then I went to the basement to find the artificial pumpkins because it’s one of those years I didn’t get around to buying any (I MEANT to.) Well, I couldn’t find the artificial ones, either, and went around the corner of the furnace… to find a small lake next to the humidifier unit.
Since it was serviced just six months ago – when for the first time (after seven years of doing yearly servicing on it) they told us it even had a filter that needed changing (much less changed it) I was HIGHLY not amused. So I called in. Was told it was the water pump and that it goes bad over time, and no, this wasn’t a do over and I had to pay. We won’t even go into that. It might all be true, but I still feel wrongly done by.
So they fixed it, only the humidifier doesn’t seem to be kicking on. Yesterday was particularly difficult and I woke up with one of those ineradicable headaches that made writing the blog post a trial.
I’ve gone down and fiddled with it, and will presently go and see if there’s another lake. But at least words seem to be easier, today.
(And don’t get all worried about mold or mildew, truly. In CO, to get that, you need to keep it soaked in water for YEARS without drying in between. What I’m fighting now is rather extreme dryness.)
To contribute to the mess this week, Miranda cat seems to have trouble finding the box. She’s 13 and has a heart condition, so this is to expected, but it gets old getting up in the morning and cleaning cat doings on the front hall or the art nook or – once – Robert’s bed.
That’s the wine. On the good side, the words seem to be coming back, and I did get some publishing done. Not PARTICULARLY apty, mind. I need to fix both Musketeer’s Seamstress and Death of A Musketeer since I seem to have uploaded the wrong versions to the ibook store.
Most of all, I’ve come to the conclusion I need more time to write. Yes, I know. I’ve always known that. And yet it’s true and I need to figure out how to isolate/concentrate so I can write more, both for Baen and for indie. (The vintage mysteries set between the wars are getting very loud, and then there’s this romance series – regency with a touch of fairytale. Yes, I know you guys are saying “ew” but you’ll probably survive. And there’s still all the other stuff I’ve excerpted here.)
On the good side, while talking – of all things – about politics with an online friend, I figured out the motivation/what Simon is trying to do, which will help me get the MIDDLE of Through Fire, which is what has been holding me up. I have the beginning and the end, but I couldn’t figure out what the d*mn man was about.
Now the issue is making him NOT an outright villain. He isn’t, you know – he is more sinned against than sinning. His disposition – genetically speaking – might be bad, and he had an amoral upbringing (most of the mules did, of course. Lucius was lucky to have Sam as a surrogate father.) but he’s just trying to survive. It’s just what when you add “amoral” and “trying to survive” things get odd.
But I want him to learn, not need killing. Ah, well, we’ll see.
I’m putting the first fifty pages (or so) of through fire in the subscriber space. I meant to do that yesterday and lost it. Those of you who don’t like snippets shouldn’t read it, of course. I will put up a full novella I’m working on getting up sometime later this week.
I’m really sorry I update that so irregularly. It’s all being semi-sick so that I know I should do it, but after doing the blogs for PJM and at least trying at both writing and indie publishing, I feel like I’m out of spoons.
This also goes to explain why I so often forget to read things people send me/lose guest blogs. It’s not that I’m ignoring everyone, it’s that everything non-essential tends to slip off my schedule, and do that long enough and it gets buried. It’s probably a self-preservation thing.
Anyway, if I’ve forgotten your blog/story I told you I’d read/whatever, please poke me. I feel awful when I break promises, and it’s never on purpose. (On the other hand, if I didn’t tell you I’d read something, chances I’ll do so this year are slim, because all the not-quite-illnesses have made it essential to do the following in this order: Finish Baen Books, asap. Get Witchfinder out. Finish Musketeer’s Confessor, because I have people waiting for it. Ditto with Hell Bound and half a dozen half finished stories (including The Brave And The Free, which will probably go to Baen.) Start my Holiday publishing/free story thing again. It worked really well last year, so the idea is to put out a short story a week and take it free between probably next week and new years.
OF COURSE what I want to do is go to the zoo and gawk at the elephants in what might turn out to be the last mild weekend of the year.
What I’ll do, though, is update the subscriber page, write a chapter of elf blood, get more coffee and sit down to work.
Later today I’ve got to proof some essays for the boys (for school) and maybe Robert will have time to go for a walk with me. The neighborhood is looking very lovely, with all the gold in the trees. Tonight, if not totally out of spoons I’ll write supplemental posts on writing proposals and on doing covers for PJM lifestyle.
And I have a (male) nude on the easel (deal. It’s not even slightly prurient. I mean, his leg hides everything) which I’d like to take at least half an hour to play with. I’m trying to do it in conde Earthtones, with no real color. We’ll see if I find any time. I haven’t had time/energy all week. I’d guess it depends on the ratio of cat-poop-clean-up today.
BUT I probably will fantasize about the zoo like anything!
UPDATE: Elf Blood is Up — late because I was putzing with the cover. (Sobs.) It’s like a disease.