When you read this, I’ll be miles above you. Or at least I hope so because the alternative doesn’t bear thinking about, and you guys know I don’t like flying anyway. Not so much because of the flight as such, but because I can’t drive, nor can I make sure that the pilot is someone I trust. I have… issues leaving myself in the hands of strangers.
Anyway, for obvious reasons, no chapter tomorrow unless a miracle occurs and I have access from the hotel – I wouldn’t bank on it, though.
No chapter at MGC on Sunday either, and I hope someone will cover for me. Not Kate, though, because Kate will be with me this weekend, planning world domination at Ravencon, in Richmond, Virginia. BUT there will be guest posts here, and they’re good ones.
Unless my Kindle Fire fails, I’ll be answering comments, but the auto-correct shall be with us. OTOH maybe I’ll have connectivity. I will have my laptop.
Right now you guys probably know more of my schedule there than I do, mostly because I’m having trouble holding anything not directly novel related in my head for more than ten seconds at a time.
PARTICULARLY since now, more than halfway through final pass on Through Fire, Zen finally condescended to tell me why she’d decided to run away to Earth. And, you know, it makes perfect sense and it solves one of the things about her that drove me nuts, because what kind of lunatic just ups and runs away from home to another world. To escape what? Notoriety? Turns out, no. And she does have a perfectly sane reason, but for the love of little fishes, couldn’t she have told me earlier? What do you mean figment of my imagination? Pfui. If she’s a figment she’s a badly behaved one. And I can’t hit her with fish. She’s inside my head.
The last week was truly appalling for my indie sales – not just Witchfinder but everything else – and if it weren’t for the fact everyone’s reports are universally the same and also that my selling of the excess books has come to a complete crawl, I’d think I was cursed or someone had managed to put a warning on my page “Warning, do not buy.”
I did not forget, BTW, I owe the rest of you an edited copy of Wtichfinder – and it will come. This week was just one of those where I had appointments, and repairmen coming over and… eh… just everytime I sat down something happened. I used to have a joke with my friend Rebecca Lickiss that she must have an alarm in her house that told her the minute I went into the bathroom, because that’s when she’d call. She was also particularly good at targeting mid-shower.
Now apparently there’s an ap for that and everyone in town has it.
But I made progress both on the book (not enough, d*mn it) and on the sorting/packing (also not enough, but better than nothing.) The hard part is for the neat freak to convince herself (myself) to live with the mess for two months or so.
As for the rest, everything is in the air, everything suspended. We’re not sure,, yet, what #1 son will be doing next year (it’s complicated) and that in turn affects our plans for staging the house, and what we’ll be doing till it sells. I hate this type of time, because I figure my life is complicated enough, thank you so much, and what’s going on inside my head unsettled enough without adding instability in Real Life. However, no one gave me a choice in this.
And under the counting of blessings, the girl cat is still with us, we all seem to be in decent health (which compared to last year is great) and I am making progress towards the goals. I just wish it were a little faster.
Okay – so I’ll stop whining here. If you come see me, I’ll whine at you in person! Okay, not really – but I WILL find a comfortable place and talk and/or read whether it’s my reading time or not. I shall have laptop with me.
Come on out. If you’re lucky, I’ll introduce you to Kate Paulk. (No word on whether Jim will be attending.)
And now I’m going to stop typing and go to bed.