Hello, this is Sarah, from the command deck. Your chapter will be typed in as soon as this is done. The oyster hasn’t sent promo links, so I’m going to guess none of you scamps sent him books to promote. If you have any, you might consider it. They don’t have to be new.
This week, I got a lot of stuff done, but most of it little stuff that had slipped while I was sick, and a bit more (but not enough) on Through Fire. At least Through Fire isn’t fighting me anymore. (How can a story fight you? Are you really going to ask that? It can fight you by refusing to fall into your plot and then reading stilted and odd.) I was a little slowed on this though because as much as I’ve typed over the years, my hand decided NOW was the IDEAL time to get carpal tunnel. At least the thumb, index and middle finger went numb, which is classical of carpal tunnel.
I should be more explicit. I’ve had the beginnings of carpal tunnel before, though not so bad that I couldn’t walk it back. This one is at that level too and not as severe as the one I had twelve years ago, where I had to wear a brace and my fingers hurt. But I had to be a little more careful. Part of the issue is that for reason of cat, I’ve been typing with no wrist support. That’s been corrected. I also acquired Dragon Naturally which I’ll endeavor to train. I told the Mathematician it wasn’t worth it, since well, the last time I managed to train it perfectly it took me twenty hours and then the computer caught fire (long story) and I lost it all, and since then I haven’t had time to train it so that it compensates for the accent.
BUT he says it’s must better now, and maybe it is and it will work – this was 14 years ago. And if not, Robert can get it so he can dictate.
Anyway, so that’s on deck for my copious spare time in the coming weeks. For now I’m just making sure my wrists are supported.
The problem with being sick for a whole year, when you work for yourself and only get paid when you finish the work (even if you occasionally get a generous advance-pay from your boss.) is that it both puts you in dire financial straits AND creates an enormous backlog of work that you have to catch up on.
Not all of this is what you’d think.
Of course my priority is to get three books to Baen, two of which are very late, and the third of which I’d like out next year, to capitalize on the omnibus of the Shifter series – and the first of which is fully paid for. The first must get to Baen because I owe it, the second because it’s late, fans are waiting, and if we don’t have it out there we’re going to hit bottom on the account, and the third because that will bolster the account enough to move (hopefully.)
But it’s like… Well, if you’re a housewife or ever had charge of a similar task, you’ll get this. When I was in the hospital for eleven days, when the kids were little, I came back home and of course my greatest priority was to rest and recover and after that to reconnect with the boys. Except the house smelled… We’d had rotating teams of babysitters through while Dan stayed with me at the hospital. And two messy boys, one and four. So, for my own peace of mind, I had to get out the carpet cleaner and run it.
After which my friends got stern and formed a team to clean the house. Unfortunately it’s impossible to do that with the reading/writing tasks.
Except for Inheritance, which is waiting for final copyedits because my copyeditor got ill, everything else that needs to be done, from entering changes in Witchfinder to the final go over on the Magical British Empire, to setting things to print depends on me.
Which means I feel frantically guilty over not getting subscribers and people who paid their e-arc (only mine is corrected. I’m only calling it that because I suspect I’ll get lists of typos as soon as they have it, so the final version two/three weeks later will be cleaner.) the copy of Witchfinder. And I’m upset over not having got subscribers copies of the books I have out with Goldport. See, the problem is that rather than mail three copies (e, mobi and RTF) of those to all the subscribers, what I want to do is set up a secret page on my website and tell subscribers how to download their preferred version. (Or all three of them.)
The problem is that anti-hacking measures prevent my uploading files onto my website. Which means permissions need to be changed, yadda, yadda, so it hasn’t happened.
On the other hand, the website got done for the first time in a year and a half. Which is good, because it’s sort of the equivalent of running the carpet cleaner: I couldn’t live with it like that anymore. There were pointers from various pages, and I kept getting pings from people telling me it was done. Also, I need to make Hun t-shirts for subscribers, and t-shirts for the various series, and those will have a link to my website underneath… which didn’t work if it wasn’t up.
So, that’s done, and it’s in a format that will be easy for me to maintain. There are some minor glitches, like its soliciting comments (they won’t show, but it shouldn’t have that line there) but the only way to remove it is to re-code it and that I can’t do. The boys can and – oh, frabujous day – they have the next week off, so hopefully one of them will find time to do it.
So… frustrating week, but things ARE progressing. Also for the first time in… eight? Years, I feel like I’m awake and there are no holes in my memory. Yes, I’m trying a supplement. No, it was nothing sudden – I’ve been taking it for two weeks, and it’s been gradual, but two days ago it felt like that first day the kids let you sleep through the night. “What is this feeling? Oh, yeah. I’m awake. I didn’t remember what this felt like.” And there are fewer instances of hitting a total blind spot in my mind and going “there used to be information here.” – this is roughly the equivalent of a 404 error. – I realize such aren’t unusual for a woman at my er… time of life, but for someone who makes her living with her mind they can be devastating. So I hope this supplement keeps working and it’s not the placebo effect.
So. Now I go and do the chapter, and leave you with this muddled state of the writer post to er… throw tomatoes at or something.