View the pre-Sarah cat census here

Now, where were we?

Ah.

Friday.

Sarah has departed and the house is much cleaner. She reported that Firefly flirted with her to the point of offering chin to be rubbed, which is really new. Usually, Firefly booked to Steve's office the minute the door opened for the cleaning person. Of course, that was when we had Trooper to stand between us and all invaders. Firefly had apparently settled on a soft approach to invaders (Trooper satisfied himself with Keeping A Close Eye). I did think I saw a memo come in regarding adopting Sarah, but any such Resolution needs to be unanimous, and I, at least, cannot sanction making Sarah's cats into orphans.

Wrote a little, my intention is to write some more, but also to quit early and watch the first episode of Miss Scarlet.

After Sarah left us, I made hummus, and then I made some toast to so that I could properly sample what I had wrought -- and yes I will be making that again. And when I do, I'll be using the blender, because my food processor is just a little midgy thing, and not up to an entire can of chickpeas. Though it worked fine doing it in sections. Messy, but fine.

While I was in the kitchen, I made some cookies to address the catastrophe reported the other day.

Remaining on the to-do list, one's duty to the cats, a brief walk, Part 2 of PT homework, eating lunch, and hitting the WIP again.

So! That's the news from here.

What's the news from there?
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Well. Knocking off for the day. Didn't get much writing done -- only about 700 new words, but I did a lot of plotting and staring into space.

On the RL front, I had apparently hit the Land's End sale hard last year. I had no idea that I had this many mock-necks. OTOH, it's winter, so -- yay! mock t-necks FTW.

I forgot to mention that I did go out to meet 'n greet the new town manager last night, but it turns out that many people wanted to do the same thing, the new guy having grown up in Waterville and graduated from the high school and all. Long story short, his fandom turned out in such numbers that there was no place for me to park, even if I'd been willing to walk from the other side of the Concourse, which -- SPOILER -- I was not. So I came home. Mayhap I will write a letter after he's officially in his office.

I see in my email queue a short story galley to proof, news of a check having landed, which should be in my account on Monday, and -- oh. The library wonders if I'd like to do an Author Event in February. That might be fun.

The post office mail hasn't been delivered yet, which is making me slightly cranky, since there's a parcel due in that really can't just sit out in the mailbox and freeze overnight.

My Plan for Saturday and Sunday -- tomorrow and the next day -- is to write, as next week is Quite Complicated, and that's before we get to the crack o'dawn double MRI next Saturday. If I don't check in over the next couple of days, it's because I'm working.

And on that note -- everybody have a good evening. Stay safe.

Today's blog post title brought to you by Patty Smyth and Scandal, because I heard it yesterday as I was out and about, and it's a decent song and Patty Smyth can really sing.  And I remember -- yes, I do remember, the first time I saw the music video, and then trying to explain  -- er, no -- describe it to Steve.  WARNING:  If continuity errors bother you, don't watch this video.  The Warrior

60  That the Dead May Rest, Karen A. Wylie (e)
59  Emilie and the Sky World,(Emilie Adventures#2) Martha Wells (e)
58  The Thursday Murder Club, Richard Osman (e) (bkclb)
57  The Bookshop of Dust and Dreams, Mindy Thompson (e)
56  Remarkably Bright Creatures, Shelby Van Pelt (e) (bkclb)
55  Hunting Ground, Patricia Briggs (Alpha&Omega 2)(re-read) (e)
54  Cry Wolf, Patricia Briggs (Alpha & Omega 1) (re-read) (e)
53  Alpha and Omega, Patricia Briggs (Alpha&Omega.5(re-read) (e)
52  Blind Date with a Werewolf, Patricia Briggs (e)
51  The Women, Kristin Hannah (e) (bkclb)
50  Emilie and the Hollow World, (Emilie Adventures #1) Martha Wells (e)
49  Black Tie & Tails (Black Wolves of Boston #2), Wen Spencer (e)
48  Shards of Earth, Adrian Tchaikovsky(The Final Architecture #1)e)
47  Hemlock and Silver, T. Kingfisher (e)
46  Outcrossing, Celia Lake (Mysterious Charm #1) (e)
45  Outfoxing Fate, Zoe Chant/Murphy Lawless (Virtue Shifters)(e)
44  Atonement Sky, Nalini Singh (Psy-Changeling Trinity #9) (e)
43  Stone and Sky, Ben Aaronovitch (Rivers of London #10) (e)
42  Regency Buck, Georgette Heyer (re-re-re-&c-read)
41  I Dare, Sharon Lee and Steve Miller (Liaden Universe #7) (page proofs)
40  To Hive and to Hold, Amy Crook (The Future of Magic #1) (e)
39  These Old Shades, Georgette Heyer, narrated by Sarah Nichols (re-re-re-&c-read, 1st time audio)
38  Faking it (Dempsey Family #2), Jennifer Crusie, narrated by Aasne Vigesaa (re-re-re-&c-read, 1st time audio)
37  Copper Script, K.J. Charles (e)
36  The Masqueraders, Georgette Heyer, narrated by Eleanor Yates (re-re-re-&c-read; 1st time audio)
35  Everyone Here Spoke Sign Language: Hereditary Deafness on Martha's Vineyard, Nora Ellen Groce (e)
34  Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day, Winifred Watson, narrated by Frances McDormand (re-re-re-&c-read; 1st time audio)
33  The Wings upon Her Back, Samantha Mills (e)
32  Death on the Green (Dublin Driver #2), Catie Murphy (e)
31  The Elusive Earl (Bad Heir Days #3), Grace Burrowes (e)
30  The Mysterious Marquess (Bad Heir Days #2), Grace Burrowes (e)
29  Who Will Remember (Sebastian St. Cyr #20), C.S. Harris (e)
28  The Teller of Small Fortunes, Julie Leong (e)
27  Check and Mate, Ali Hazelwood (e)
26  The Dangerous Duke (Bad Heir Days #1), Grace Burrowes (e)
25  Night's Master (Flat Earth #1) (re-read), Tanith Lee (e)
24  The Honey Pot Plot (Rocky Start #3), Jennifer Crusie and Bob Mayer (e)
23  Very Nice Funerals (Rocky Start #2), Jennifer Crusie and Bob Mayer (e)
22  The Orb of Cairado, Katherine Addison (e)
21  The Tomb of Dragons, (The Cemeteries of Amalo Trilogy, Book 3), Katherine Addison (e)
20  A Gentleman of Sinister Schemes (Lord Julian #8), Grace Burrowes (e)
19  The Thirteen Clocks (re-re-re-&c read), James Thurber (e)
18  A Gentleman Under the Mistletoe (Lord Julian #7), Grace Burrowes (e)
17  All Conditions Red (Murderbot Diaries #1) (re-re-re-&c read) (audio 1st time)
16  Destiny's Way (Doomed Earth #2), Jack Campbell (e)
15  The Sign of the Dragon, Mary Soon Lee
14  A Gentleman of Unreliable Honor (Lord Julian #6), Grace Burrowes (e)
13  Market Forces in Gretna Green (#7 Midlife Recorder), Linzi Day (e)
12  Shakespeare: The Man Who Pays the Rent, Judi Dench with Brendan O'Hea (e)
11  Code Yellow in Gretna Green (#6 Midlife Recorder), Linzi Day (e)
10  Seeing Red in Gretna Green (#5 Midlife Recorder), Linzi Day (e)
9    House Party in Gretna Green (#4 Midlife Recorder), Linzi Day (e)*
8    Ties that Bond in Gretna Green (#3 Midlife Recorder), Linzi Day (e)
7    Painting the Blues in Gretna Green (#2 Midlife Recorder), Linzi Day (e)
6    Midlife in Gretna Green (#1 Midlife Recorder), Linzi Day (e)
5    The Goblin Emperor, Katherine Addison (Author), Kyle McCarley (Narrator) re-re-re&c-read (audio)
4    The House in the Cerulean Sea,  TJ Klune (e)
3    A Gentleman in Search of a Wife (Lord Julian #5) Grace Burrowes (e)
2    A Gentleman in Pursuit of the Truth (Lord Julian #4) Grace Burrowes (e)
1    A Gentleman in Challenging Circumstances (Lord Julian #3) Grace Burrowes (e)

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*Note: The list has been corrected. I did not realize that the Gretna Green novella was part of the main path, rather than a pleasant discursion, and my numbering was off. All fixed now.

Thursday, sunny and cold, but everybody's acting like it's summer, because the temps are in the 30sF as opposed to the mid-teens F.

The plowguy arrived at 7:30 and cleared the drive, and the steps and the turnaround, and the short path from the steps to the side door of the garage and! cleared the berm in front of the garage door. Best. Plowguy. Ever.

Went to P(hysical) T(herapy); got my hairs cut; stopped at the PO; made a smol tour of Dollar Store and Reny's looking for a ball (for PT), and found one at Five Below. Heated up leftover soup for lunch, and have leftovers, because it became a sorta refrigerator soup, since I had a little bit of this, and a little bit of that, and a little bit of that over there . . . Anyhoots, I have leftover soup, some of which will join the other soup in the freezer. I've washed dishes, done my duty to the cats and need to do another couple things before I go out to meet and greet the new town manager.

Before I go dashing off, however, I have a question from the mailbag, to wit!

"when the current book gets too long, why don't you split it in two books?"

And the answer is!

Don't wanna.

Lest I seem surly, I'll unpack that a little.

I have three books left under contract, the book I'm working on and two more*. I know, in broad terms, what the two remaining books are about, and neither one of them is a continuation of the story I'm working on now.

Therefore, the solution to the current story needing more room is to write a longer-than-usual-for-us book. So, that's what I'm doing.

I'll note that we have occasionally, in the past, intended to write only one book and wound up writing two -- Fledgling and Saltation leap to mind, as does Ribbon Dance and Diviner's Bow. Or like that time we intended to write seven books and wound up writing 27 -- and counting.

So, that's the news from the Cat Farm and Confusion Factory for now.

How's everybody doing?
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*Yes, there may be more Liaden books in future. Or, yanno, there may not. My particular understanding with the universe at this point, and always bearing in mind, "Man proposes; God disposes." (aka Man plans; the Universe laughs), is that I will finish the books currently under contract and then I'll See.

As previously advertised, it's snowing. I asked Google what the snow accumulation was going to be and it said, "One-point-three-seven inches," and I know it's just messing with me.

The WIP now weighs in at +/-100,700 total words, with more words yet to be written. Despite my having removed manymany words, this is still going to be a long book, as we here in the Liaden Universe(R) count book length. I apologize in advance.

The name of the belly dancer whose clip I shared on FB the other day is Rachid Alexander and at least one 10-minute performance is on youtube. In case anybody might be interested.

In other news, I'm out of cookies. I'm not sure how this keeps happening. Probably the cats eat them when I'm out running errands.

Michael Carbonaro, a magician, is coming to the Waterville Opera House in March and I wanna go see him, because -- Magic! Show! OTOH, I'm looking at the prices and -- eep. Well. He'll prolly sell out without any help from me.

I am going to have to call the lawyers handling the Anthropic business and get myself to a humanbean. It transpires that my affairs are not straightforward, what a surprise, and I'm running out phucks to give, which -- it would be smart to continue with the giving of phucks for a little while longer.

So! Since I'm done writing early today, and the lawyers are in Seattle, where it's just after lunchtime, I s'pose I'll get on the phone.

Bah.

Everybody have a good evening. Stay safe.

I'll check in tomorrow as can.

Oh, Firefly was caught on camera, Helping:

Tuesday. Sunny and cold. Trash and recycling at the curb. Breakfast was cottage cheese with canned peaches and toast. Reward for getting the trash and recycling to the curb in 2F/-16F, cookie with second cup of tea.

Lunch will likely be the last yam in the larder, which ought to be a song. Looks like I will be hitting the grocery this morning, too. How the errands do pile up.

Eye doctor appointment in an hour. Need to write a couple checks so I can throw them at the post office along with my holiday cards while I'm out in the world.

Finished Tie Me Knot, which brings me to 60 books read this year. In 2024, I read 61 books (including Diviner's Bow TWICE), so I'll probably match last year.

I do believe I will be scheduling a read of the Liaden Universe novels, in publication order, for 2026. I have never read the series straight through, though I've obviously read older books as they came up for reprint, so this will be ... an experience.

How's everybody doing this morning?

Today -- that would be Sunday -- has been very strange and dislocated.

I got up what counts for "late" nowadays, declared to myself that I didn't want to eat breakfast, I didn't want to sit with the sun lamp, life was ashes, and everything a waste of time. Yeah, I know, but Brain Spin doesn't make sense. It just Spins.

I managed to talk myself into a cup of tea with the sun lamp by mentioning that I had to fill in my calendar for next week, so I knew where I needed to be when (next week being a thought difficult), and was thus not a waste of time. So, I got my 30 minutes of light. By then, it was really getting on, but I plea-bargained breakfast by pointing out that, by eating late and large, I could have a small, late lunch.

Hit the office a little after 10 and wrote until 3 (and this is how I wrote a book last year. No Brain Spin while writing.) Then I had my promised snack-called-lunch, changed out the cat fountains, did my duty to the cats and -- that's gonna be it. No, I did not do my PT homework. No, I did not take a walk. Nor did I throw myself off a high building, so I'm calling Life and me even on the day.

The cats have been keeping close; both Rook and Tali tried to figure out how to sit on my lap while I'm typing, but neither could make it work. Firefly, not being a lapsitter, kept watch from On High.

I have, for what its worth, figured out why this rough patch, now. December 5 would have been when we knew for sure that the meds weren't going to work, surgery was not a thing, and the downhill slope was one way.

It's nice to have a mystery cleared up, I guess.

Well. I still have tomorrow clear to write. Hopefully, with less spin.

Everybody have a good evening; stay safe.

I'll check in tomorrow.

So, I spent an hour, or maybe a little more than an hour this morning in my writing space, looking for the place where Talizea yos'Phelium is born (Ghost Ship, as it happens, first published in August 2011, and if the Liaden Universe® ran on Real World time, Lizzie'd be cabin boy, or maybe at Scout Academy, instead of walking, now, except when she don't.)

One of the things that my search convinced me of is that I really should sit down and read All the Liaden Books, which I've never had time to do.  I still don't have time, unless I want to dedicate my free-time reading in 2026 to the Liaden Universe®.  

Anyway, what with looking for Lizzie's birth, and checking another couple of pertinent events, I only wrote about 700 new words.  However!  I did write, and I have the supervisors to prove it:

Lunch was broccoli cheese soup, riffing off of a recipe in the insurance company's newsletter.  Then I had correspondence to tend to and real life chores, plus PT homework.  I went downstairs eventually to do my duty to the cats, and take a walk. 

Then before going back upstairs and maybe getting some more words written, I peeked into My Studio to look at my project, and said, "Oh, I'll just cut one piece," which -- you know how this goes, right?  Right.  I cut out all the rest of the pieces.  The next step is grinding, but that really does need to wait until I get this draft done.  This will be easier to police than the cutting, since I don't have a grinder here at home, but will need to rent a studio-with-tools at the glass shop in Manchester.

Tomorrow, now free of driving back and forth to Brunswick, is a Writing Day, and I have lots of leftover soup, so I won't actually have to stop for more time than it takes to heat up a bowl and cut a piece of bread. I have two scenes sketched in, so I'm hopeful of a productive day. 

For this evening, Coon Cat Happy Hour has been served -- and appears to have been consumed -- I'm all caught up on everything  (except calling for a haircut, which for some reason I keep forgetting to do) so!  I believe I'll pour myself a glass of wine and go read for a bit.

Everybody have a good evening.