Ain’t gonna post today

You know what?  Ain’t gonna post today.  I’ve been at a convention  (Cosine, Colorado Springs) where I got a room so I could write in between panels.

So of course, the room’s heating didn’t work AT ALL for the first day and a half, causing both of us to be slightly ill, and also causing me to go into semi-hibernation where EVERYTHING takes forever.

I’m going to do my buying rounds of the art show (Robert and I also have art up there, and I need to figure out how to take it down/what the procedure is), go to my panel and go to lunch with an old friend.  Then it’s back home to be supervised by his Greebness while I finish the book.

BTW, after one of my complaints about Greebo, Stephanie Osborn wrote this poem for him.  I think it’s a work of genius:

Greebo the Fussy Cat – by Stephanie Osborn

Greebo is a fussy cat, he’s called the Wailing Voice.
For he’s the writer’s overseer who controls with all the
noise!
He’s the frustration of Household Hoyt, and Sarah’s great
despair,
For when she needs to take a break, well, Greebo’s always
there!

Oh, Greebo-cat, yes, Greebo-cat, there’s no one like the
Greebo-cat.
When overseeing writers, he is such an autocrat!
His powers of domination would make a king to stare.
And when the writer breaks for food — well, Greebo’s just
right there!
You can stuff him in the basement, you can tie him to a
chair.
But when the writer takes a break — well, Greebo’s just
right there!

Now, Greebo is a healthy cat, he’s plump and quite well-fed.
Writers know him when they see him, for their hearts are
filled with dread.
His fur is fluffy and well-groomed, his ears are very sharp.
And when a writer’s goofing off, his voice will start to
harp.
He goes face-down in his food bowl, he gobbles up the food–
But if the writer takes a break, old Greebo comes unglued!

Oh, Greebo-cat, yes, Greebo-cat, there’s no one like the
Greebo-cat.
He never spends his time in idle Facebook group chit-chat.
He sleeps along the hallway and he snoozes on the stair.
But when the writer takes a break — well, Greebo’s just
right there!

Now, Greebo has bright eyes, it’s true, yes, even for a cat.
There never was a feline who could stare at one like that.
It’s said he works for publishers, who pay him tuna fish,
And never, ever has he had an empty cat food dish.
If you’re not writing frantically, and the book is overdue,
Or you stop just for some coffee, or to knock back a light
brew,
Then you might look up to find — oh, yes! the Greebo-cat’s in
view.

Oh, Greebo-cat, yes, Greebo-cat, there’s no one like the
Greebo-cat.
And sleeping in a sunbeam is his daily habitat.
He practices his normalcy (well, he DOES live as a Hoyt).
And at the usual kitty stuff, he really is adroit.
But when the ‘puter comes on in the middle of the night,
Or the last scene doesn’t look the same, or the editing’s
not quite right,
Or some gibberish in the manuscript’s key scene has come to light,
Well, then all writers know they’re seeing Greebo’s last
exploit!

97 responses to “Ain’t gonna post today

  1. Christopher M. Chupik

    But . . . you just did . . .

  2. Paul (Drak Bibliophile) Howard

    As has been said before “You don’t owe us posts!” 😀

  3. Sunday is supposed to be a day of rest, book promos and vignette prompts.

    Pro Tip: If you really want to boost your authorial profile, you should be buying rounds at the hotel bar, not the art show.

  4. Speaking of book promos, the poetess of the moment does have a new book out. She’s at Chattacon even as we speak. Seems great minds sometimes think and act alike. I of course am sitting at the ‘puter waiting for the coffee to perk.

    • I do, and I was. Yell if purchase link desired. (Or just go to my website, stephanie-osborn dot com.) Ebook came out earlier this month; print comes out this coming Tuesday. (I did have copies available at Chattacon, in advance of the release.)

      We got home late in the afternoon. It was pouring rain, so we didn’t do any unloading, just scurried inside. While waiting for the rain to stop, I ended up with Elrond Half-Siamese in my lap, with my feet up in the recliner. Between purring and rain on the roof, coupled with post-con exhaustion, I promptly fell asleep for a couple of hours…

      That said, for me at least, Chattacon was a roaring success.

      However, for those who attend the various Chattanooga conventions, expect to be moving venues in the next couple of years. Not only is the scuttlebutt from those in the know that the whole hotel/convention center is about to go away, but the hotel was telling people — WHO HAD RESERVATIONS WITH CONFIRMATION NUMBERS — that they had NO reservations for them, never HAD had reservations for them, and the hotel was FULL…while telling the concomm that they had rooms available, across the entire range of prices.

  5. Macavity is most honored, I’m sure.

  6. I was gonna post a reply, but my cat was in the way.

      • heh, had to move one just to reply to your reply. 3 own me for now. The youngest needs to be fixed.
        soon

        • Mine (hubby will only let me have one at a shot) is currently curled up on my legs, which are on the extended footrest of my recliner.

          I think I mentioned this already, possibly. But my back cannot stand the stacking chairs to be found in most convention centers. (Sarah and I have discussed this before, and are in agreement. So is every other writer I’ve ever talked to, who attends a lot of conventions.) So it feels REALLY GOOD to have my feet up; it relaxes that low back awfully nicely.

          And of course Elrond Half-Siamese takes advantage of every opportunity.

          • Annie the oldest (a tuxedo cat who is aover 10 now) will sometimes crawl onto my chest and shoulder when I am leaned back in my chair. I can hold her in any position . . . as long as she is getting some attention, she’s happy.
            Isabeau (Siamese showing through Tabby, almost 10, but acts older than Annie), likely Annie’s sister but a different litter, will find my legs a place to be but tends to hold herself in position with her claws, and hates being held for more than a few seconds.
            Allie, who is just a youngster will sleep on my chest or as close to me as she can.
            The other two only ever sleep with me if it is really cold in the house. This place is better than the rentals I had, so they tend to find warm spots in front of registers or the carrier liners I got them for beds.

          • I seem to be odd in this, since apparently my back has a far deeper lumbar curve than most people. Those stacking chairs are actually more comfortable to me than most recliners, which tend to bend my back the wrong way.

            • When I do my one-in-a-blue-moon color-correction job, the first thing I always do is go into the warehouse and get a cheap folding chair. For some reason, all of the “office” chairs make my back hurt, but those hard little flat things keep my posture correct. We do have a perfectly marvelous giant La-Z-Boy that fits me and at least one kid, great for those nights when you have to hold a sick child somewhat upright.

  7. Greebo is probably a jinn. 🙂

  8. BobtheRegisterredFool

    “I don’t care what anyone says. All the best kanmusu are carriers, and the hottest of them all is the Gerald Ford. Those sexy legs.” “What planet are you from?” “Earth in the future Hilary won. Are you going to eat that bacon? I can never have too much bacon.”

    • Christopher M. Chupik

      At least it’s not the parallel universe where Biden won. But that’s almost a difference without a distinction.

      • BobtheRegisterredFool

        It’s an excerpt from one of the interviews I collected for my expose. Look forward to Twitter Anime Nazis: How Chronorefugees made Trump win.

        Quite a lot of them brought back archives of manga scanlations, and the differences are very suggestive. I wish they’d brought more fanfic. The election records actually support the claim that only Trump could’ve won.

      • The parallel universe where Biden won. Likely either written up by C.M. Kornbluth (title The Marching Morons) or put onto film as Idiocracy.

  9. Ain’t gonna post today

    Alright. Not like we’ll be jumping off any ledges while you’re off Doing Stuff. Granted, some of us might be perching on some ledge all Gargoyle or Grotesque style, but that’s just resting, taking in the scenery, and people/creature-watching.

    • I dunno. If the Democrats have taught me anything, it’s that I’m completely justified in breaking windows and burning things if I don’t get what I want. I must say that I find the idea…appealing.

      • and from footage i’ve seen, a lot of the ‘protesters; look like black blok anarchists.

        • Soros and affiliated Clinton donors reportedly underwrote over fifty of the groups protesting in the “Pissy Parade” — it would be interesting to know where the financing for DisruptJ20 and other of those tantrumming in the streets this weekend.

          Kinda leaves you hungry for a free press, don’t it?

          • I’ve already said what i think should happen if any of the people doing violence are being paid by Soros.

            • While I suspect some protesters (or organizers) were paid for by Soros money, I doubt he even needed to try to get the violent Black Bloc anarchist types to show up. Of course, it would be great for the political hygiene of the world if Soros could be linked to the violence, and perhaps even tried and convicted for it, but I shall not be holding my breath.

          • They plan to charge 230 of them with felony rioting; seems like a natural to include the financiers in conspiracy and accessory charges, and then use criminal RICO on them.

  10. The least one could do if writing about not writing and going to an art show is post a quick photo or link when one gets back and writes about writing… 😉

  11. How many times do I have to write some variation of this?

    It LOOKS like a post. It READS like a post. People are COMMENTING as if it were a post. Whatever you care to call this — I say that you have successfully posted.

    As long as it never becomes ‘I ain’t gonna write no more’ we can take it.

  12. Love the poem. About a third of the way through I started hearing it in my head with a rather Kipling-esque voice.

    Oh Greebo this, and Greebo that, and Greebo don’t be rude.
    But Greebo’s always underfoot when it’s time for Greebo’s food.

    • Interesting. It was supposed to be based on a TSEliot poem, from Old Possum’s Book of Practical Cats.
      But someone on Facebook said it made them think of Kipling. And the original comment which inspired me to write it was about Kipling.
      So now I’m going to have to go compare Kipling’s poetry with TSEliot’s.

  13. This is not a c4c. 😉

  14. Oh, yeah? Well, I’m gonna read the post you didn’t write anyway! How d’ya like THEM apples?

  15. ‘S OK, I just spent an hour and a half not writing two posts for my own place.

  16. I think Greebo-cat is really a nascent dragon well disguised.

  17. Ain’t gonna reply today, neither.