Mewsyngs of an Upstart Feline Miscreant

I am out of cookies.

This cannot be allowed to stand.

In other news, spent this morning with a scrap fabric box that I adopted from the craft group. There were limited items that will be of use to me -- ever, if I'm honest, so I'll be looking to place the remaining contents with a group or person who will find them useful.

However! I have established that I can, indeed, embroider the titles of books legibly onto cloth, so I will be updating my Shirt of Stars (actually, I have two Starry Shirts, which emboldens me to pursue the update project) with, err, the 18? titles that are missing.

This? May take a while.

Firefly has been Very Attentive while I sorted fabric, and did a proving piece. We've been sitting quality in the living room, listening to a Sail North compilation, which has segued into I'm-not-exactly-sure-what-this-is, but it's not offensive.

Starry Shirt and Proof of Concept Below.

What went before: Well. I finished Crystal Dragon last night. When it comes time, I'll be talking about Soldier and Dragon as one work, which they are (much as The Queen of Attolia and The King of Attolia are one book, IMHO). I do remember thinking that we ought to have included "The Hound of Heaven" (Francis Thompson) previous to the text. Steve argued that it would confuse more than illuminate, though, in my head at least, Dragon has its (very deep and complex) root system there. He was probably right, though. Nobody reads the classics anymore.

In any case.

Saturday! Sunny; rained overnight, looks like. Not going to be nearly so warm as yesterday. I've got The! Studio! warming up, and will today remember to turn OFF the heaters before I turn ON the grinder.

My first cup of tea has just finished brewing and Firefly is stamping her tiny slippered foot -- ahem. Her large, furry foot, wanting me to get into the chair so we can have our morning chat.

Later.
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End of Saturday report.

The day was partially taken up with This Old House stuff -- circuit breakers that wouldn't unbreak, toilet that wouldn't behave. I fixed all of it, eventually, and spent a little time with my glass project, cut out pattern stars for another project, and shared some lying-on-the-bed time with Rook (who took over my stomach) and Tali (who found a corner of folded-over blanket (Tali prefers blanket, God She knows what we'll do when summer finally arrives). Since the reason I was lying down in the bed was to do my PT exercises, this was, as you might imagine, Vastly Convenient. But very comforting. Apparently, I'm on the lists as needing comfort.

I'm having some doubts about stained glass as an art that I'll want to be pursuing, it taking more dedication than I'm free to give it, given the press of my primary art. Also, I'm having some serious trouble (1) scoring a line and (2) making it straight. I'll visit The! Studio! again tomorrow and do some more grinding; there's no rush, after all.

I started reading Duainfey at lunch (taking a break from the Liaden re-read; it strikes me that Crystal Dragon is a good place to pause), since I'm looking to republish it and Longeye.

Is there any interest in me discussing those books after I read them?

Other than that, I am not bouncing back as quickly as I feel that I should from having finished the book. OTOH, the absence of Steve was acute after I turned in the manuscript, and then the news of eluki's passing.

Oh, and genocidal maniacs who have access to the means to make their threats good. That, too.

Rough month, all of a sudden, and it's only the 11th.

Well.

I hope everyone's doing as well as possible. Stiff upper lip, and a stiff drink, too, if it will help.

Stay safe. I'll check in tomorrow.

Today's blog post title taken, in fact, from "The Hound of Heaven," by Francis Thompson, which includes a very specific flight along shifting ley lines.

". . . while the Tree cheered rain-lash and lightning."

I'm not going to remember which convention it was -- aside it was a southern con -- standing in the Dealer's Room, describing this scene to Stephe Pagel, and being so very pleased with it. Stephe perhaps more befuddled than pleased, but he Lacked Context.

Also? The black dragon's last flight . . . those kids (in their mid-50s at the time) could write a sentence or two. Yeah. Wow.

The cats are informing me that it's Happy Hour, which it isn't quite, yet. OTOH, a glass of wine would be welcome to the bartender, so Happy Hour it is.

Everybody stay safe. I'll check in tomorrow.

A few minutes ago, a Big Brown Truck arrived in the driveway and offloaded a box of shiny, brand-new Liaden Universe Constellation Volume 6.

Proof of books:

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Despite a general feeling that I've been wandering around aimlessly for the last two days, I note that Steve's office has been cleared of the Detritus of Creativity, surfaces dusted and rugs vacuumed.

This, mine own, desk sports two small, tidy piles to be dealt with in an on-going fashion. I need to fill out my To-Do pad for next week, but otherwise?
We're good.

I think that tomorrow I will go visit My! Studio! reintroduce myself to my project and set up the grinder. That sounds like a good use of my time.

Everybody have a good evening. Stay safe.

I'll check in tomorrow.

Ending the day on a sad note. My friend eluki, who wrote many things under many different names, among them eluki bes shahar, Rosemary Edghill, and James Mallory, died yesterday of sepsis. This news coming to me from eluki's wife.

Aside Steve, eluki is the writer I've known the longest. She was a remarkable person -- brilliant and difficult, which can be said of many of us. She taught me more about writing than anyone else, again, save Steve.

We dedicated Crystal Soldier to eluki's character, Butterflies-are-Free-Peace-Sincere.

eluki and I had grown apart after her move to the opposite coast, but I'm going to miss her, so much.

Please share this, so we can hopefully catch everyone who ought to know.

. . . came in on the overnight.

Wednesday. Sunny; snow slowly melting out of the trees.

Slow, even very slow, morning. Sat for an hour or more in the window, with Tali, then Firefly, on my lap, trying to decide if it's Me or the World. Or, yanno, both.

Discussed the matter with Tali, and decided, yeah, it's both, and with Firefly's help deleted all of the newsfeeds that come directly into my mail queue (with the exception of the local news, which I need for things like, how long is my road going to be closed to southbound traffic?). I have apps. If I feel like reading the news, I know where to find them.

I also ordered some tea, to top off dwindling supply.

Today is more ordering/straightening. I'm thinking stirfry for lunch.

How's everybody doing this morning?  Firefly really wants to know.

Tuesday. Sunny and still cool. Trash and recycling are at the curb.

Today is Straighten Up The Office Day followed by an hour with the crafters at the library.

I am reading Crystal Soldier for the first time in 20 years and I am glued to the page. Good Ghod, what a great story! The characters are awesome! The world building is great and so far, at about the halfway point, I have no complaints at all.

I was thinking that I would skip the Crystal books, because so very many people have disliked them. Not nearly as many people as disliked the Fey Duology, and not approaching the level of vitriol, but still -- a lot of people really, really disliked these books, and they were not shy of saying so.

I go on record now as saying the critics are wrong.

Firefly is being keeping very close, and is taking every opportunity to climb on my lap to purr and knead and head butt. Her tail is back to normal, and I?

Need to go find breakfast.

How's everybody doing today?
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A Brief History of the Fey Duology

Back in the early 2000s, Steve and I were writing Liaden books for Meisha Merlin and having a pretty good time, except that our paychecks were getting more irregular than we liked. We talked to our agent, who shared the Industry Wisdom that most writers did not put all of their eggs into one literary basket, but branched out, starting one, or even two, other series, under a (or several) pen names. They key was not to compete with yourself, because the intention of the secondary line was to smooth out the cashflow, not to supplant the primary work.

So, we brainstormed, we three, and we came up with an idea that was Nothing At All like Liad (saving a Regency-like setting for the human settlers), a Deeply Dark SF-grounded Fantasy which would be marketed under a pseudonym.

It was a good plan, and it might even have worked.

Except Other Events Overtook Meisha Merlin, and we were not only out of a job, but we were out a $ignificant amount of Back Royalties Owed. The sequel to The Tomorrow Log was a victim of this cataclysm. Fledgling-on-the-web was a benefit. Sharon re-entered the mundane world and took up the melant'i of departmental secretary at the local Little Ivy.

For a Period of Time, we didn't know if we would retain our rights in the Liaden Universe, or if they would become part of the assets of Meisha Merlin sold to satisfy its creditors.

Our agent therefore had one thing in hand to try to sell for us, so that our cats wouldn't have to go live under a bridge -- the proposal for two dark "fantasies."

And -- all honor to her -- she sold them. To Baen. Under the condition that they be published under the Lee and Miller byline.

Money talks. We took the deal. We shouldn't have taken the deal, but we were, frankly, afraid. I don't wish to paint Baen as a villain; in fact, they threw us a much-needed lifeline, and the fact that we've been publishing with them since 2008 tells its own tale.

But the Fey books -- written against, as you might say, the Liaden books -- the reaction to those books nearly finished me as a writer. Wow, did people hate those books, and they wrote to us, and they were Betrayed, and Horrified, and one woman said she had Thrown Away all of her Liaden books and -- my ghod, what a mess.

And I was still working as a secretary at the college. Not my finest hour.

But! A happy ending. Meisha Merlin returned the copyrights to all of its authors; we resold ours to Baen, who, as I mentioned above, we've been working with ever since.

And we never tried to establish a second series again.

Saturday Evening: Well. That was a non-exhausting day! I even got to exercise, and work on the layout for the cover for the projected Fey Duology ebook release Many, many people are going to be confused, but I figure I'd better start as I mean to go on, so the cover will say!

The Fey Duology
Duainfey & Longeye
AARONA ZETO
writing as
SHARON LEE & STEVE MILLER

. . . since I'm gonna hafta write an Explanatory Introduction anyway.

Why "Aarona Zeto," you ask? Steve and I were kicking around pseuds for those very novels 'way back before we sold them to Baen under our own byline (probably the worst career mistake we made). I of course wanted "January Storm" (I always want "January Storm") and Steve wanted "Aarona Zeto." All things considered, I can probably let him have this one.

Other than that, yet still related -- it's awfully fulfilling to Do An Art that isn't your Usual Art -- in the case of the above, layout/design. So that's fun, too, even if I haven't gotten the exact results I want yet.

And in line with relaxing and all like that, I b'lieve I will pour a glass of wine and go see if there's anything watchable on Netflix.

Everybody stay safe; I'll check in tomorrow.
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Sunday. Rainy and cool. Gloomy. I have all the lights on.

Breakfast was Swiss cheese onna onion roll with a Peelz. Lunch will be bean soup.

Firefly's tail is back to normal. I've been trying to get photographic evidence, but, frankly, she's fed up with the Unreasonable and Embarrassing Attention being paid to her tail and is about to throw the paparazzi out on her ear.

Today, I have stuff to do, none of it urgent, some of it pleasurable. I have Formed a Plan for tomorrow, which is to drive to Michael's in Augusta (obligatory Joann plaint here), and space around, thence to Belfast where I shall visit the co-op and the harbor, and maybe do a smol stroll along the harborwalk, if the weather cooperates. After that? Who knows. The Plan is for a small, friendly outing.

So, that's what's going on hereabouts.

What's going on thereabouts?

Today's blog post brought to you by The Romantics, "What I Like About You"

Important Stuff First:  I saw Firefly's tail at Full Upward Extension last night.  This morning, she's preferring half-mast, which may mean it's hurting her still.  I can give her the pain meds at noon, and will be doing so.  She did come to snuggle with me when I thought I was going to get up this morning, so we stayed in bed a little longer, talking about how scary That Whole Thing was and how was she feeling now, and articles I'd read about dogs who'd broken their tails and had to get them amputated before there was Serious Damage gone to their spines, and how I'd been really, really scared that she'd gotten cancer wrapped around her spine like her Aunt Sprite, and -- well.  We promised each other not to do this again.

A little later, she joined me for our sitting-in-the-sunlight session.

Yesterday afternoon, I made an appointment to walk an alpaca at Northern Solstice Farm in a couple weeks. There will be a meet 'n greet with the alpaca who agreed to walk with me that day, who will already have donned halter and lead, then an approximately 30 minute stroll either around the farm, or, if conditions aren't too squishy, on a trail through the woods.  Now I remember why I have hiking boots.  I'm really looking forward to this, and glad I didn't let myself talk myself out of it.

Other than that, and actually related to the alpaca walk, I'm trying to unfold myself -- which is to say, to find the way back out of my head after the Intense Concentration required to finish Kin Right on time and correctly.  Steve would have had us out and about, walking up and down the world, breathing the air, taking photographs, eating out, and striking up conversations with strangers chance-met on beaches, in train stations, or in stores.  

I . . . am not that ambitious, left to myself, and the timing's a little unfortunate, as I find it's Easter weekend (how did that happen?).  So, unfolding will take the shape of puttering around, straightening up, making hummus, blowing the dust off of my poor, abandoned glass project, maybe finding another movie/tv show to lightly binge, and planning a ride for next Wednesday or Thursday, when the weather is expected to be warmer and sunny.

The secret of writing is that you can't write all the time.  So -- aside an infodump, and blog posts, no Writing here at the Confusion Factory for the next bit.

Reading, though . . . I've finished reading Balance of Trade, and also Theo of Golden.  I'm about half-way through Seeking Persephone, and after that?  Crystal Soldier.  Speaking of literary whiplash.

And I think that catches us up.

Here's a picture of Firefly, from this morning's sunshine session:

Today's blog post title brought to you by Dire Straits, "Skateaway"