Science Fiction Disasters That Never Happened: the Robots Will Make Us Obsolete

cyborg-2765349_1920

This one is tricky, because so many people still believe it.  Kind of. Sort of.  Or at least they piously believe it when people with socialist inclinations are in power and it’s a good way to explain why there are no jobs, as opposed to you know their craptastic policies causing it.

It’s still there. Still a believed myth. Just the other day (I think in Denver, but we might have been driving to Colorado Springs to see younger son) we passed a sign saying “robots can’t steal your job if you’re retired.”

Yes, people in other cars probably heard me rolling my eyes.

Sure, there is automation of industrial processes, but calling that robots taking people’s jobs is kind of like calling the ice age that never came “climate change.”  Climate is always changing (with or without human help) and, btw, there are always new gadgets.

None of which means that robots are replacing humans.

To fully understand how pervasive and strange this expectation was, I need to take you back to a time when people actually believed this literally: not just robots, but androids, aka human-shaped machines were going to take over all the functions of humanity and either rule us (a sub function of “the computers will be our kings” something I’ll tackle separately) or just replace us.

Look, it’s easy to look at it as a metaphor.  “People thought communism really worked” (yes, this was true in the seventies too. Not the least because our secret services bought the Soviet line. They’ve been incompetent a long time) “but it made people kind of robots, so their fear that the robots would displace the humans was related to the subconscious certainty that communism would win.”

Um….  Maybe there’s something to it, but I don’t think so.  I have a degree in literature (it came with the languages) and what it has taught me, mostly, is that you can make up any sort of high falluting cr*p but in the end, the curtains are blue. Or in other words, looking for that kind of high meaning and metaphor in competent literature (we’ll leave the incompetent one that thinks it’s all about the meaning and metaphor aside, because that’s a corrupted product of an over-emphasis on academia) is like reading tea leaves or any other attempt to find meaning in a highly chaotic system.

Mostly — trust me, having lived then and “thought too much” — people really were afraid that robots would be better than human at being human and take over.

No, the Carter malaise didn’t help.  Within the framework of believing that centralized systems were more efficient, and coupled with the leftist leanings of most sf writers, it was impossible to explain the crash in the economy and the lack of jobs save by saying that the robots and automation were already taking over the market, and it would only get worse.

Yes, the same thing surfaced under Obama’s Great Recession.  You know, it amuses me that the left never realizes that robots apparently only take jobs under leftist presidents.  Never mind.

The point here is that — besides the sporadic nature of the fear and its correlation to who is in power and how mismanaged the economy is — this fear never came to pass.  And it’s silly anyway.

Sure, we have robots.  Most of the assembly line type jobs — which the left used to write doleful stories about, btw. You might not have read those as they were mostly main stream — can be and often are more efficiently replaced by robots.  Not anthropomorphic robots (I’m researching for a series that requires an anthropomorphic cyborg and let’s just say the tech is far more difficult than anyone in the seventies could even guess at.  Mostly the power supply issues.)

But in our current economy, how many people really do/did assembly line work? Some, of course, as some still do farming, and some even do organic farming.  But probably not, at any time since the seventies (and that change was regulatory, and law more than technology) any great percentage of the population.

Oh, sure, if you want to extend it, we also have automated checkouts, and I suspect most fast food jobs will be replaced by robots within the next twenty years (partly because of the daft drive to set minimum wage, as though economics were not a science and not run by hard numbers. Thinking you can set minimum wage and everything will be fine, and there will be no consequences is like thinking you can legislate it to rain every day. In Colorado. (Not that I’d put that past our governor-elect. He seems to have that brilliant an understanding of the world.) Economics always finds a way, because you can’t really completely change economic systems. You can just channel them in a different way.)

So what?

I never understood the idea that each stage of civilization is the “natural” one, and that once those jobs are gone there will be nothing to replace them, ever.

Sure, the economy is changing.  Very fast right now, due to the second and third order effects of the computer/internet revolution.  These are perilous times, because times of fast change always are.

But there was no big surge of computerization or robots during the Obama administration.  What there was was the democrats standing over the prone economy, hitting it on the face with a bag of hastily printed money and demanding it get up.

IOW it was administrative and economic incompetence — not a big surprise from the party that more and more identifies as socialist — seeking to hide under “the robots did it.”

Look, I worked an assembly line job for a week, as a temporary worker. They really were fairly sucky positions in which human potential is almost utterly wasted.

Part of the problem is that the people who think robots will replace us also consider themselves way above the normal human being.  So they think that most human beings are REALLY only suited to do that sort of repetitive, mind-killing job.

They’re wrong.  Perhaps it is because I actually know a number of geniuses, but I can tell you this for certain: you don’t need to be incredibly smart to be successful or to create a successful job.  Heck, most incredibly smart people seem to be working menial jobs while waiting for someone to recognize their genius (I blame our school system for that, but that’s another post.) And people who are “about average” often do very well, particularly with starting their own business or coming up with an idea for an unmet need.

Part of it is that we’re very bad at measuring intelligence, of course.  But the other part is that humans are ingenious monkeys.  Every step up the industrial/civilization ladder, jobs and occupations and ways of life have been abandoned in mass quantities.

And more often than not, what it has meant is the freeing of minds and energies for more interesting tasks and for creating things that in time displace other occupations and make other people’s lives interesting.

The one thing I can tell you is that save in some countries where 21st century recently met pre-history, we haven’t any great droves of displaced hunter gatherers, unable to find/do other work.

This is because humans aren’t robots. We’re not born programmed to a task.  We adapt and change and find other things to do.

It’s probably not surprising that the people most convinced the robots are going to make us all unemployed and that there are vast masses of people who can only do “jobs robots do for cheap” are the same people who think of humans as sort of widgets, able to be controlled and commanded by a centralized government and reprogrammed over generations into the new man of the socialist future.

They’re wrong.  Which is one reason the robots will never take over.  Humans, even the dumbest of humans, have a capacity robots don’t have: we’re versatile, adaptable and unpredictable.

Bock one route, we’ll find another way.  Which is why even in the Soviet Union there was a functioning market.  It was illegal and dangerous and they called it “the black market” but without it, the robotic-commands of the red oligarchs would have caused even more starvation and deaths than they did.

Are the robots going to take your job? I doubt any time soon, unless your definition of robots include “automated self-checkout.”  If it does, or if your job is repetitive assembly line, light-industrial?  Sure.  Probably in the next ten to twenty years.

But you’re not a robot. And no matter if one of our parties thinks some people can ONLY become wards of the state because they’re not bright enough to survive technological change, you have other options.

Find an unmet need. Make your hobby into a job. Discover a new way of working with the new technology.

Invent, create, look at things a new way.  You’re not a robot and no robot can replace you. Because you’re not one.

You’re a clever ape, and there will never be any reason for you to sit with folded hands watching the machines work.

Go create.

Free to the end of the year:

ILL MET BY MOONLIGHT.

This is the first book I ever sold, and a mythopoeic award finalist for the year it was published.  Yes, cover needs changing, etc, etc, insert usual disclaimer here.  (The rendering computer is up and running, btw.)

51WTaEo9aWL

Young Will Shakespeare is a humble school master who arrives home to find his wife and infant daughter, Susannah are missing, kidnapped by the fairies of Arden Woods, the children of Titania and Oberon. His attempts at rescue are interrupted and complicated by a feud over throne of fairyland, between Sylvanus, king regnant, and his younger brother Quicksilver who is both more and less than he seems. Amid treachery, murder, duel and seduction, Shakespeare discovers the enchantment of fairyland, which will always remain with him, for good and ill. (This book was originally published by Ace/Berkley 10/2001)

“Filled with quotations and references to the Works of Shakespeare, this debut novel will interest the playwright’s fans of any age” VOYA

“Sarah Hoyt has taken tremendous chances:She has told a tale of how Shakespeare became Shakespeare, weaving the language of the plays deftly through the narrative. Reading the book feels like discovering the origins of the quotes we know so well, rather than something derivative.” San Jose Mercury News.

 

That Time

There will be another post, but right now have this, which also explains why I’ve been …. kinda scattered around here.

Sarah A. Hoyt's avatarMad Genius Club

There is a sense to this last week, as the year speeds to its end.  Most years, there is, of course, though it’s often submerged in the sense of rushing and getting things done for the end of the year.  Parties, friends, one last chance to see people and get gifts wrapped. That sort of thing.  This year, it feels like I’m getting things done, too, but there’s a sense of purpose to it.

I’m not — despite being a writer and therefore seeing plots and sense everywhere — in general given to seeing “It’s intended” or “meant to be” but these last two weeks might be the exception.

View original post 1,919 more words

Merry Christmas to Man and Beasty and More Sale Items

christmas-1914424_1920

Merry Christmas to men, beasties and odd creatures.

AND yeah, there’s some sale items, should you need to relax with a good book.  (Which pre-kids, and eventually again, was the totality of my Christmas.)

Witchfinder if 99c for the next couple of the days. (Yes, I’m almost done with a new cover, but not today.)

511s-P73vNL

In Avalon, where the world runs on magic, the king of Britannia appoints a witchfinder to rescue unfortunates with magical power from lands where magic is a capital crime. Or he did. But after the royal princess was kidnapped from her cradle twenty years ago, all travel to other universes has been forbidden, and the position of witchfinder abolished. Seraphim Ainsling, Duke of Darkwater, son of the last witchfinder, breaks the edict. He can’t simply let people die for lack of rescue. His stubborn compassion will bring him trouble and disgrace, turmoil and danger — and maybe, just maybe, the greatest reward of all.

Here Be Dragons also 99c for the next two days.

61BEaMqHDXL

A collection of short stories by Award Winning Author Sarah A. Hoyt. From dark worlds ruled by vampires, to magical high schools, to future worlds where super-men have as many problems as mere mortals, this collection shows humans embattled, imperiled, in trouble, but never giving up. Angel in Flight is set in Sarah Hoyt’s popular Darkship series.
The collection contains the stories: It Came Upon A Midnight Clear
First Blood, Created He Them, A Grain Of Salt, Shepherds and Wolves,
Blood Ransom,The Price Of Gold,Around the Bend,An Answer From The North,
Heart’s Fire,Whom The Gods Love,Angel In Flight,Dragons as well as an introduction by fantasy writer Cedar Sanderson.

Now go have a merry Christmas.  There will be other sales….

You’ll Need An Elephant Gun to Stop This Sale

But why would you want to?

Three Mysteries, three dollars.  Is the family driving you insane? For three days you can buy three mysteries very cheaply and withdraw to a world that’s supposed to be insane.

Meet Dyce Dare, 99c a piece.  (And yes, sequels and audio on the way.)

Dipped, Stripped and Dead

 

51shkOti5LL

A Dyce Dare Mystery
When she was six, Dyce Dare wanted to be a ballerina, but she couldn’t stop tripping over her own feet. Then she wanted to be a lion tamer, but Fluffy, the cat, would not obey her. Which is why at the age of twenty nine she’s dumpster diving, kind of. She’s looking for furniture to keep her refinishing business going, because she would someday like to feed herself and her young son something better than pancakes.
Unfortunately, as has come to be her expectation, things go disastrously wrong. She finds a half melted corpse in a dumpster. This will force her to do what she never wanted to do: solve a crime.
Life is just about to get crazy… er… crazier. But at least at the end of the tunnel there might be a relationship with a very nice Police Officer.

A French Polished Murder (Daring Finds Mysteries Book 2)

51Fq2P7kYGL

When Dyce Dare decides to refinish a piano as a gift for her boyfriend, Cas Wolfe, the last thing she expects is to stumble on an old letter that provides a clue to an older murder. She thinks her greatest problems in life are that her friend gave her son a toy motorcycle, and that her son has become unaccountably attached to a neurotic black cat named Pythagoras. She is not prepared for forgotten murder to reach out and threaten her and everything she loves, including her parents’ mystery bookstore.
A Dyce Dare Mystery.
Originally published by Prime Crime.

A Fatal Stain (Daring Finds Book 3)

51fdzWf3VeL

When Dyce Dare buys a table to refinish, the last thing she expects is to find a human blood stain under the amateurish finish. Whose blood is it? What happened to the person who bled on the table?
Helped and hindered by her fiance, Cas Wolfe, her friend Ben, her son E and an imaginary llama named Ccelly, Dyce must find the killer and the victim, before the killer finds her.
A Dyce Dare Mystery.
Originally Published by Prime Crime

Drumming

boy-32970I no longer cry when I listen to The Little Drummer Boy.  But no matter how silly the rendition, the family does shut up, because they know I’m listening.

Kind of like everything stops and we stand up for the anthem.

So, why cry?  And why have I stopped crying?

You could say I’ve stopped crying because I’ve gotten used to the idea.  Inured, maybe? though that’s a terrible word.

You see at some point in my twenties I realized what the whole thing was about talents, and about if you save your life, you will lose it.  I saw enough friends and relatives so afraid of not doing the one perfect thing they wanted to do that they never did anything.  Unwilling to engage themselves in doing or making anything imperfect, they saved their life/time so as to keep it free for that perfect thing: the perfect marriage, the perfect child, the perfect career.  And thereby, mostly, achieved none of these things.

Long before twenty, I realized I’d never be perfect.  Or “gifted.”

The effortless talent to do something and do it perfectly, I’ve seen it, and I don’t have it.  It’s most evident in adolescence because none of us has much training.  But some people can pick up a pencil and draw effortlessly, they can write movingly, they can solve the most difficult equations in their heads.  I’ve never seen anyone play an instrument first time they see it, though my parents were absolutely convinced this could happen. But I’ve seen people who teach themselves an instrument and learn to play it.  Older son did that at six.  Yeah, I don’t have that either.

Sure, I was always “best writer” in whatever class, particularly for fiction, but that’s a really tiny pond.

In the real world?

It took me 13 years of concerted effort and practice to sell my first short story.  In art, without the rendering computer (which should be fixed by tomorrow, hopefully) I am stuck at “talented amateur.”

So I had a perfect excuse to sit down and do nothing, right?

Well, no.  First because a lifetime is a long time to just waste waiting for it to end.  Second because I’d have become steeped in envy and malice, as I looked at everyone who accomplished SOMETHING while I did nothing.  You know I would.  It’s only natural.

So….

So I chose to use bullheadeness and vast amounts of work to make up for the lack of gifts.

How is it working?  I don’t know.  There’s a lot of things in the way of a trad career, and I’ve seen gifted people flounder and sink worse than I’ve ever done.

But now there’s indie, and lacking gifts I have an enormous amount of learning and experience.

Think about it: just because you weren’t given a strong voice, should you stay silent?

“I have no gift to bring that’s fit to give a king.”  But sometimes, rarely, for a moment, He smiles on me and my drum.  And that’s enough.

Just Quickly

Yes, I owe you vignettes and promo, but guys, I’m up to my neck in underlayment.

This is 99c to midnight the 26th.

Dragon Blood: A Collection of Short Stories

51MIwTLusuL

From the trenches of WWI where the Red Baron just can’t help turning into a dragon, to the desert sands of a future world where humans have become something else, from a coffee shop between worlds where magicians gather, to a place where your worst nightmare can love you, let Dragon Blood take you on a series of fantastic adventures.

With an introduction by Pam Uphoff

This collection contains the stories: Rising Above, From Out The Fire, Yellow Tide Foam,
Hot, The Blood Like Wine,The Least Of These Little Ones,
Scraps Of Fog,Something Worse Hereafter,The Littlest Nightmare,Dragon Blood

Note that I’m not absolutely sure whether to do Red Baron to the future of Dragon Red Baron first.  Suggestions accepted.

The Super Stupendous Holiday Sale Marches on and OW!

Hi guys.  I might not post new material till tomorrow, mostly because OW, laying down floor makes everything hurt which makes it hard to sleep… which… but I’m holding on thinking how much easier the house will be to clean afterwards and also I’ll be able to reach all my books!

Meanwhile today Two collections of short stories are on sale:
Crawling Between Heaven and Earth, inexplicably only till midnight (inexplicably because I thought I’d done 48 hours.  I must be weirder than normal.)

Remember ebooks make great holiday gifts if they appear on a person’s kindle on Christmas morning and you put a little card in a stocking. Or something.

Crawling between Heaven and Earth: 99c till midnight

51LJb19Z4gL

This is the collection of my first-professionally-published short stories now, OUCH about 20 years old.

A collection of short stories by Prometheus Award Winner Sarah A. Hoyt. The first edition of this collection was published by Dark Regions Press in paper, only. This updated edition contains two bonus short stories: High Stakes and Sweet Alice.
It also contains the stories: Elvis Died for Your Sins; Like Dreams Of Waking; Ariadne’s Skein;Thirst;Dear John;Trafalgar Square;The Green Bay Tree; Another George; Songs;Thy Vain Worlds;Crawling Between Heaven and Earth

Trade Winds: 99c till midnight on Christmas Day

51Ggix9AzPL

The most recent collection of short stories, though the title story is about 20 years old.

A collection of science fiction short stories by Sarah A. Hoyt.
Are there truly aliens among us? What do they really want? And what if our creations could come back in lethal form? Could we resist them? If there were a time police, would we know it? And really, why do people expect enlightenment from the stars? What if aliens needed us for their moral compass? You think our illegal immigration is bad? Wait till its coming from the stars? And what happens when the coin falls on edge? Can you reproduce it? Those not particularly moral aliens might set fiendish traps. And you can never go back again. Also, why would you want to? The future will invent completely new ways of making people miserable. Also how well would a generation ship get us to the stars without humans getting in their own way? If you read the world of Darkship Thieves, there’s a story ten years after the revolution in Olympus. It bridges the gap to the second wave of novels of the Earth Revolution which will be written, eventually. And what if the Carthaginians had sowed salt on the ruins of Rome? How long is memory?

And now I’m going to go back to laying down floor.  Any of you want to help? ;)

The Super Stupendous Holiday Extravaganza Goes On!

Yes, yes, more post with wordy things sometime today, but time and floor wait for no woman (I’ve varnished the breakfast nook table because over the last few years we’ve somehow stripped the polyurethane off it.  To be fair, it’s probably my mad cleaning, rather than how much use we make of it, but…) and we need to lay down floor now, so we can do the library tomorrow.

So….

The world’s worst promoter realized at like 3 am that I’d forgotten to advertise the 99c Sword and Blood at Insty.  (Did I advertise it here?)  Anyway, of course by that time it had rolled off.  Argh. So in the spirit of NOT doing that again (And if you’re a fan you should search on my name everyday and set it by price on Amazon and figure out what’s free or dirt cheap.  This goes on till the 30th.)

FREE TILL MIDNIGHT (and yes, I know there’s a typo in the description on Amazon and the cover sucks.  It will get fixed, but not while dealing with floors, and not till my render/art computer is fixed and up again.)

Death of a Musketeer

61lCCHIL5FL

When D’Artagnan, Athos, Porthos and Aramis discover the corpse of a beautiful woman who looks like the Queen of France, they vow to see that justice is done. They do not know that their investigation will widen from murder to intrigue to conspiracy, bring them the renewed enmity of Cardinal Richelieu and shake their faith in humanity. Through duels and doubts, they pursue the truth, even when their search brings them to the sphere of King Louis XIII himself and makes them confront secrets best forgotten.

FOR 99c TILL MIDNIGHT:

(yes, covers suck. I’ve had problems covering this series.)

The Musketeer’s Seamstress (The Musketeers Mysteries Book 2)

61awZtgCofL

Aramis emerges from the water closet to find his lover, a duchess, murdered on her bed. The room is locked, and Aramis is the only one who could have entered it. He’s sure he didn’t do it, but no one else believes him. Even Monsieur de Treville, Captain of Musketeers, doubts Aramis’s word. Aramis must leave Paris and go on the run, entrusting the solving of the murder, and the defense of his honor, his freedom and his very life to Athos, Porthos and D’Artagnan. Can “one for all” carry the day when every powerful person in France believes Aramis a murderer and when powerful interests would gladly frame Aramis for it?

The Musketeer’s Apprentice (Musketeers Mysteries Book 3)

51GTLpb94ML

It’s August in Paris 1625 and Porthos, once a dancing and fencing master, has taken as apprentice a young nobleman, whom he’s teaching to fence and ride. When the young man dies, poisoned, the stories of his ancestry and domicile unravel into layer after layer of deception and blackmail, involving Porthos’s relatives and his own past.
Can Porthos, Athos, Aramis and D’Artagnan dodge the Cardinal’s guards while finding the real murderer? Who was Guillaume Jaucourt, and who could have killed him? And why?
It’s one for all and all for one with the swashbuckling sleuths, in a race against time and their own misgivings.

The Musketeer’s Inheritance (The Musketeer’s Mysteries Book 4)

51yD05orygL

THIS BOOK WAS ORIGINALLY PUBLISHED BY BERKLEY PRIME CRIME UNDER THE TITLE “A DEATH IN GASCONY.”
A letter from Gascony calls D’Artagnan home. His father died suddenly and D’Artagnan must come and take charge of the estate. His friends, of course, accompany him. But what Athos, Porthos, Aramis and D’Artagnan don’t know is that the older D’Artagnan was murdered and that they must find the killer, if they want to keep the younger D’Artagnan alive.

It was a Colorado Book finalist.

The Musketeer’s Servant (Musketeers Mysteries Book 5)

61n4EAfRSqL

When Porthos’ Servant, Mousqueton, is found near a dead armorer or swordsmith and taken up for murder, the four friends, Athos, Porthos, D’Artagnan and Aramis set out to investigate. Their work on this private crime leads them to unfold a bigger plot, against the Cardinal or perhaps the king himself. Will the musketeers have to work on the side of Richelieu to keep Louis XIII safe?
THIS NOVEL WAS PREVIOUSLY PUBLISHED BY BERKLEY PRIME CRIME AS Dying by the Sword.

Things I’ve Learned This Morning

boxes-2120367.png

 

Dan and I are doing what we always do when he has vacation: household stuff.  This is why staycation never works for us.  If we want a vacation, we have to go away, even if just to a hotel in town.  Otherwise,either we get into projects, or things break until we do.  So, this time we just decided to move everything around in basement, clear one room at a time and floor it with wood.  (Older son and lovely fiance already did half the great room down there.)  At the end of this — next week — is putting up the amazing library system so I can actually find my research books and actually, you know, write.  I’ve been screaming that I can’t access my tools of the trade.  Well, now I can.

But right now it’s phase one, which means clearing out older son’s office (his dad is TG handling the computers) so that we can floor that, and then we can move stuff from the library there, and then we can… yeah, like that.

Phase one involves finding space in the library.  Which means moving the forty boxes of books that appeared on the floor (from my perspective) when husband and younger son cleared the garage to put younger son’s stuff in when he moved to a smaller apartment a year ago.  Apparently the movers ignored things like “library” and just piled boxes of books in the garage.  What else is new?

Anyway, turns out not all of those forty boxes should be in the library.

For instance did you know that for movers comics and “manuscripts” are the same thing?  I didn’t. But I’ve been enlightened.  Apparently marked up manuscripts, print outs and research notes are all comics.  I confess I never even guessed at this, but now I know, right?

Other things: Apparently I didn’t lose my mind (who knew?) and donate my research books on WWI and the space between the wars.  They’re just in boxes marked (not by me, by the packers) “comics, family room.”

I don’t even understand this as this is the first house we’ve had a family room, we never had comics in the family room (mostly in boys’ rooms, honesty, except for the stack by my bed, which I pilfered from them when ill) and more importantly STUFF LIKE “ELIZABETHAN TASTE” “CHRONICLES OF WORLD WAR I” & “TECHNIQUES OF THE RAPIER” are not now nor have they ever been comics.

But apparently there is a parallel universe in which they are comics for the family room (which has NO bookshelves.)

The brag shelf is more or less marked brag shelf, and oooh, boy, do I have more books to sell.  (In time.  We need a system of organization.)  However I’m 99.9% sure that half the things marked brag shelf were not in the very large cabinet thus marked in the other house.  Why?  Because I’d have to be completely crazy and possibly stoned to put David Drake’s work on my brag shelf.  ALL OF IT.  Maybe they thought I was David Drake?  Or maybe they were going by the rocket on the spine.  (In which case, I know where my John Ringo and Correia hard covers went.)

Other things I’ve found out: I’m a compulsive buyer of research books.  No, seriously.  I thought it was bad my Elizabethan shelf was six feet wide and floor to 14ft distant ceiling. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.  Yeah, no.  There are probably another ten boxes of books.  (To be fair I’m including all Tudors and Tudor biographies in this. Because it’s all linked.)

France in the time of the musketeers?  Another half that.  And then…. Well, let’s say it’s a good thing I bought fourteen board feet of library system, 8 feet high.  (Yes, that’s wasting vertical space, and when I have money I’ll have floor to ceiling matching the others built.  But this should hold us for 5 years or so.)

This completely explains say the 10k I used to spend a year on history book club before Amazon.

I probably should ask the help of a power greater than myself, but the first rank of that, for “we need to clear clutter” is husband and he just says “But hon, are you going to write a book set in that time?  You know you like them to be accurate.”

As for Himself up there, He’d probably laugh at me.  He does that A LOT.  (I’m the plucky comic relief.)

So….

So, I just want access to my books, and I’ll be able to finish a bunch of historicals.

The way to that is paved with moving the fricking boxes and laying down floor.

Back to the exercise.

Ah’ll be back.  And if I learn more interesting things, you won’t be able to avoid hearing about them.