So preliminary work was accomplished during the morning. All was quiet on the tiki front. I was alone except for Merlyn, my Burmese nanny cat. A light lunch, back to work ( Read more... )

All day rain, steady, misty, driving...

In an apartment in a large Texas city, you never hear the rain unless it's nuts outside.   Complexes have sliding doors, not windows.  Here I can open the windows and hear the rain dripping off the trees, sliding off the roof, overflowing the gutters, hammering the lawn furniture with a queer splat ( Read more... )

I knew it.

Well, not really--but it's well on its way to being a ghost in a machine somewhere.

It's a PITA to assemble, I had to drive back (a long drive) TWICE to get parts that worked, and the idea that I could take it apart before moving is nuts.  Ikea is not all it's cracked up to be.

At least as far as my aching hands are concerned.

Condensed into one living space (house sitting through.)   Mugs found, hot pot missing, Rx really missing, drat it, and found shower curtain clips but not shower curtain.  Lots of school reading over the break for the fourth.

Outtakes from Spiral Path:

Well, this was an entirely new chapter for my book…unless I was ahead of my lessons ( Read more... )

I hope that the barn swallows are not trying for another nest of fledglings.  I don't think that the apartment management will allow them to keep that nest.  They raised four this year, that was a great job!

Status: Packing

Well, I spent many hours yesterday doing the first pass on proofing a manuscript for Book View Cafe ebook conversion.  I start reading tonight, confirming what I've done and watching for errors a spellchecker doesn't pick up.  (I was reading one of my favorite indulgences last night, Clean Sweep by Ilona Andrews, and the errors jump out at me this ( Read more... )

So I am supposed to be answering questions for an interview. I was asked this:

How does my work differ from others of its genre?

Ah...totally rocks the Bechdel Test? Examines power as a metaphor?

How does my work differ? (Writers are usually bad at figuring this out for themselves...)

Edit on Chapter Four is done. What little I accomplished on the taxes took way too long. Now I have to cook lunch for tomorrow, which got lost in the shuffle, hit shower and try sleep.

Wishing you all sweet dreams...

I had the week from hell, ending with a recycling bin trying to eat me. It did not break my nose but I have looked better. I have been leaned upon until I agreed to seek new cover art, in hopes that bowing to modern tropes will cause the series to break out. And I have an artist, I think. I have great people to handle fonts and layout, if they ( Read more... )

There's a problem with success too soon. Or success at any time, actually, when you are talking about creative pursuits. Because most creatives occasionally wrestle with The Critics ( Read more... )