Today is one of those days I woke up with absolutely nothing that deserves to be said in a blog. It’s amazing how often the block hits only one part of the writing. Today I don’t have blog-brain.
Of course, you’ll say, it was exactly for this purpose that I started doing a serial novel. And you’re not wrong. The problem is that I need to go over what I have of Rogue Magic, before I can finish it. There are “wrong pointers” throughout it that need to be corrected before I go on with the thing.
Look, I’m printing it right now so I can go over it in my copious spare time, which usually amounts to in bed, before going to sleep.
I’ve started trying to take at least every other weekend off, but I’m not sure how that policy will hold up or work out. We shall see.
Meanwhile, I’ve come to the conclusion what I was trying to do isn’t working: what I was trying to do is work on Guardian in the morning and for indie in the afternoon. My brain won’t divide that way, and all I manage is stopping both. I shall now attempt to finish Guardian in the next couple of weeks (enough to send on to the boss to do what he will, and then kick back, maybe) and then resume the indie, where, yes, I know, I’m late on a bunch of stuff, the second Vampire Musketeer and the fourth Dyce being the most pushy ones right now. Then there’s the next musketeer mystery (probably) and then I need to work for Baen for a while.
Don’t worry, it will all get done, now I figured I need to concentrate on one thing at a time.
Of course it would help if I stopped having days where my body is awake but my brain is shambling around inside my head going “brainz” which it’s now sort of doing.
Ah, well, perhaps a better eating and exercise regimen and not being a derp about going to bed on time will help. Now that the ankle is… not healed precisely, but not hurting like living fire, we should do okay. And if you guys ever catch me going outside, over the ornamental stones, in my slippers, particularly on a wet day, you have my permission to hit me with the two by four with da nails init.
My for-fun reading right now is The Invasion of Europe by the Barbarians by J. B. Bury, which might seem odd — and is — but lately I’ve been reading a lot about ancient peoples movements, which I think relates to a project growing/festering at the back of my brain. (Think of it as World of Tiers, crossed with Chronicles of Amber but… well, mine, which as you know is a terrible thing for anything to be.) If all goes well and I do the mass of work (six more books) between now and the end of the year, I hope to start on this one in January, whether it goes for Baen or indie depending on a whole bunch of stuff, including how long the books turn out to be, which I won’t know till I’m further into it.
Anyway, this book is giving me a ton of insight into things I learned as a little kid, about the Germanic invasions of Portugal. This one, weirdly, sort of anticipates the current theory that the Germanic tribes trickled into the Empire and changed it enough that by the time it fell it was a Germanic principality/institution falling to wild Germanic tribes, rather than Rome as we know it falling to the Germans.
Anticipates? Well, this book is from 1928. I know, because I went and checked the copyright page halfway through, because I knew/thought it was about 100 years old, and then in a passage about “refugees” who came into the Roman Empire turning out to be really enemies, intent on destroying it from within, it had the passage “Note the difficulties present day Europe is having with refugees.”
Turns out they were talking about Greeks fleeing Turks. Which goes to show you that plus que ca change….
Anyway, that’s the state of the writer right now. I’m going to write some Julie mayhem now.