UPDATE: There is fodder in the subscriber space.
First of all and before I forget — memory of two seconds — I’m going to put out a BOLO for the Free Range Oyster. I really have no idea what happened. Last week he said he’d send the list on Sunday, then he didn’t, and I realize there is nothing on his Facebook page since then. I’m going to pray nothing disastrous has befallen them. He could use a break. (So could we all.)
If any of you is crazy enough to offer to assemble the links for the promo post till he returns, I’d be grateful. Yes, I can do it, but it takes 2 or three hours and it’s a big mind-numbing. Maybe I should ask Charlie if he can do a program for my site, like he did for PJM.
Second, I heard from Cyn. She’s moving to Las Vegas and will be back online as she feels able. I told her we’d keep her seat warm and dusted.
Third, it is all Dave Freer’s fault that I’m this late with the post. You see, he sent me an ARC of his cozy. I didn’t actually read it all the way to the end, because I’m running on lingering effects of whatever-that-virus-was and get very tired, but I read about half of it and stayed awake far too long. All I can say is as much as I enjoy Dave’s fantasy, he might have been born to write cozy mystery. Also, this better be the first of a series, and also, I get to read it first and you don’t nah nah nah nah nah.
I then fell asleep to the most easy to interpret dream I’ve ever had. I dreamed the boys had both left though I wasn’t sure if for jobs or whatever, and I’d gone shopping. Only at the store I realized I’d not brought either my money or my ID. Weirdly, what hurt most was the lack of ID, as I was afraid police would stop me on my way home and arrest me for not having ID on me.
Which meant I could never go home again, because I’d lost my identity.
This was absolutely bizarre, since I don’t think I’ve ever identified myself as only (or even primarily) “mommy.” While I was never unhappy raising the kids, I confess I like them BEST once you can discuss things with them. And even while they were toddlers, my mind was focused on writing.
Does some piece of my mind feel I’ll lose who I am when the kids go? How am I to know, precisely. Other than the oddly symbolic dream?
I think I’d like a chance to try this empty nest syndrome thing. Ah well. Younger one is still in college and older one is applying to medschool. If he doesn’t get in, he has… plans. And in the meanwhile I shouldn’t worry. I think I worry because their cousins (six and eleven years older than they) still live with their parents. But Portugal is a different place and has always been.
At any rate, if I get antsy when they move out, you guys can remind me who I am, right?
And speaking of parenthood, Peter Grant has sent me a link to some people he knows in the gun blogger community, who have been having a very bad time of it. Note this is not an invitation to discuss abortion, not even in extreme circumstances. I can’t even imagine being in their place, and my mind skitters away from the thought. I’m blessed I never had to make such a decision. Donate or not, as you wish, but no discussion of abortion in the comments. I donated more than I should, mostly because husband got involved in the decision and decided the amount. It’s okay. We’ll be fine. I just need to finish Through Fire and write a sequel to Witchfinder (yes, rogue Magic, but Haunted Air before that) fast. I am owning up to the donation because apparently the anonimizer failed or I got confused and forgot to click it. At any rate, it’s Dan’s fault.
Which brings us to donations. I’m leaving the subscriber button up, but it’s having some issues. I know it told some people I’d no longer accept their donations, and it told me they’d cancelled, which is a problem as neither of us had done anything. This is not a big deal money wise (if I can get the books done) but it is a huge deal relationship wise, as some of these people were/are friends and think I’m mad at them. The ones who contacted me I’ve reassured it’s paypal weirdness. If it happened to you, no, I’m not mad at you.
The system has other flaws. For instance, it messes up on telling me what level ya’ll gave at. If you’re wondering why promised swag is so slow (some of them two years) it’s because I’m having a hell of a time compiling lists. Dan promised me a program, but then work went feral. So the only way to do it is go case by case on email, and that will take a couple of days and you know what my time is.
I’m instead of going to say if you’re at a certain swag level (even if you only subscribed for a year and it was last year) ping me on the subscription email and tell me what you want.
I’ve been very bad with the subscriber space, but I’m better (yes, there will be dragons by tonight. Sorry. I’ve been using the inhaler to breathe, and I get VERY tired around nine pm, which is usually when I play with it) and hopefully there will be three novels up there soon. I’m not cancelling anyone’s access to the subscriber page, so hopefully it will be worthwhile.
I am intending to move to Patreon which I understand is easier to manage and not as buggy. As I said, I’m not removing the subscriber button, but at some point, when I’ve transferred, I’ll give you a chance to transfer as well.
The… financial crisis isn’t exactly over, but it’s not as dire as it was in April, much less last year. The publication of Witchfinder made a big difference. It seems almost wrong: write what you want, throw it up there, get money.
Now I need everyone, all together, to say “Dan put your book up.” His has been ready for … 3? months, including (if I say so myself) a great cover I made, but he’s not putting it up. First time jitters, you know. (And for those who were betas — he fixed the chopped-up first chapter. It was something he did in revision, and it seemed good, until he read it out loud.)
Other news: I’m writing a YA with first son by birth. It’s called Star Student and we’re hoping it’s reminiscent of Heinlein YA. It’s been somewhat delayed since he got asked to submit secondary aps and also he thought it was a good time to read Heinlein juvies which he read for the first time at six or seven. As ya’ll know this “I’m going to re-read my Heinlein” can take a long time.
With older son by adoption (late adoption. We adopted him a year and a half ago for the grandkids. Worked too!) Dave Pascoe, I’m writing what can only be described as mil fantasy with a touch of historical. You’ll like it when we’re done. (And I hope Baen likes it too!) We will post a sample when we have it finished.
And Not To Yield, a novella (around 30k words, if I recall precisely) set in the world of A Few Good Men, ten years later is in the process of being processed and it will come out in the next Wordfire Five by Five (an anthology of mil novellas.) While it’s about ten years from Through Fire (which has Zen Sienna, not Nat and Luce. Well, Luce appears once and it was quite interesting, because I have never thought of him as a son of a b*tch. I guess we’re all different viewed from outside?) it’s part of the continuum. It is in Luce’s head, and it sets up for what will be book six of the Earth Revolution. It starts with Luce facing a court Martial. So… Sample here.
I’m still battling Through Fire. The character is now talking to me, but I think the story itself scares me.
Scares you? You say.
Scares me. Not in the sense that it is horror, though some parts of it are horrific, and that’s part of the problem, but in the sense that I keep getting terrified I’m botching it, or that the theme gets too intense for me.
This is manageable in a short story. You find yourself suddenly in the kitchen making low carb brownies, and you force yourself back up the stairs to write. For a novel it makes everything very slow. I was looking for a BFTP on Friday and looked back at a post exactly a year ago. It feels like I’ve been spinning my wheels for a year. I’m hoping it’s just this book and that I’ve not BECOME a slow writer, because the ideas still come fast and I HAVE to get them out of my head.
As part of this I’m trying to limit myself to three real posts here a week. We’ll see, right?
Speaking of, I think I figured out the SJWs. They’re MISSIONAIRIES, seeking to enlighten us. I’ve blogged about it at Book Plug Friday.
I will continue Rogue Magic and Elf Blood as soon as I shoot Through Fire through the head, which G-d willing will be soon, because I can’t force myself to not run away much longer. Both Rogue Magic and Elf Blood need a thorough go-over so I can finish them, anyway.
And I think for now that’s all folks. Thank you for being patient with the rambling writer.