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What went before ONE: All righty, then.

Agway run completed. I did not buy plants. Yay, me. I did buy monofilament string -- aka fishing line -- so I can hang the ball I made at Corning in a sunny window where it belongs, instead of skulking on my bookshelf.

Hit the Hannaford, picked up my prescriptions, bought Fancy Feast Gravy Lover's Pate, which is the preferred of the moment. Took the returnables to the redemption center. Caused consternation. Gassed up the car, so I don't have to do it on Saturday. Apparently the Rusty Lantern/Irving at Webb Road isn't supplying a means for its customers to clean off their windshields anymore, so I'll be looking for a new gas station. Shame; that one's really convenient.

What else? Oh, performed one's duty to the cats, and took a walk.

It is now what time? Yes? Yes, you, right there in front. Ex -- yes, say again, please for the guy in the back row who's asleep?

It's lunch time!

And then? It's time to go to work.

poof

What went before TWO: I remember coming in to Albany more than a decade ago from an exceptionally long and fraught train trip which involved the train actually running out of food (long story; bad trip; it was years ago, and man did I learn to hate CSX), and Steve pulled us into the Cracker Barrel because we needed something to eat. I remember looking at the menu, then looking at Steve and saying, "There's no food here." "There's chicken soup," he said. "We'll both have chicken soup, then we can go get some real food." This was the first and only time I was in a Cracker Barrel.

Ah, memories...

Patched up what I wrote yesterday and put it in its rightful place within the WIP, which now weighs just about 65,420 words. Tomorrow, I need to sit down and plot out the next section, even though my brain wants to write the cool! action! scene! over there. I've gotta figure out how they got there, first, Brain. Gimme a break, hey?

Anyhow, knocking off early tonight to, yanno, hang away my clothes, write a couple of checks, and see if I can brainstorm not one, but two! titles. Brainstorms are considerably less fun with only one brain, in case that was a question anybody had.

So! Everybody stay safe; I'll see you tomorrow.

Friday. Cloudy and cool. Thunderstorms are on the menu.

Last night at bedtime, I made it a point to find Rookie, who often spends the night on the box on Steve's desk, and carry him with me to the bed, thinking that I would once again introduce this as an option. I put him down, and he lay exactly where and how I'd put him until I'd gotten under the covers, turned out the light, settled on my pillow and drifted off. When I drifted out, about two hours later, he had relocated to my other side, tunneled between my arm and my side, and was snoring. Also, Tali had taken over the prized spot on my ankle. I went back to sleep and woke up at 7, much refreshed.

Today cutting off cat toes is on my menu, and I managed to grab Rook as he was terrorizing his sister. I put him on my lap and began to clip his claws and he was So Good. He made no complaint, or any attempt to play Disappearing Leg, and started to purr when I flipped him over on is back to amputate his back toes. When we were finished, he just -- stayed, purring his silly, puffy purr, until Tali walked by and then of course he had to jump down to see what she was doing.

I have finished my first cup of tea. Trooper has had a can of Fancy Feast. Breakfast will be something to do with the peach I bought yesterday, and when I took the stoopid sticky tag off, the skin tore. Lunch will be ... something.

Towels are in the washer. In addition to the cutting of cat toes, the to-do list includes one's duty to the cats, a walk, and plotting.

What's on your to-do list for Friday?

Today's blog post brought to you by The Romantics, "What I like about you"

Below, a picture of one of the Agway store cats, and a picture of Tali, who is apparently taking a covert ops course from the Rivers of London foxes.

What went before: Slow getting started, but once I got going, I managed to pull a couple words out of the keyboard.

+/-1050 new words, bringing the WIP to +/-65,200.

Everybody stay safe; I'll see you tomorrow.

Thursday. Sunny and cool. Weatherbeans calling for the higher 70s-in-F this afternoon. At the moment, it's too cool to open the windows.

This morning, I need to go out to collect an extension of the new prescription, which needs to be Tapered Off, who knew? And also to Agway for a couple of things, including fishing line.

I see, otherwheres, that KJ Charles is being victimized by someone who can't read reporting to Amazon numerous "errors" in Copper Script (which is good -- read it). These are, as it turns out British spelling, British sentence structure, British slang, and in a couple of cases Actual Words that said Arbiter of Error didn't recognized and couldn't be arsed to look up.

I grew up reading British novels in their native Britishness, back before US Publishing decreed that Americans were too stupid to accommodate a few extra "u"s and whatnot. Welp, US Publishing has got what it wanted, with a helping of "If I don't recognize a word, it must be a typo, because I know All The Words."

My reading of British literature reflects in my own writing, and I have once or twice had to gently inform people that, no, that is an ACTUAL WORD, GET A DAMNED DICTIONARY, WHY NOT? Ahem. And I really despair of us as a people. OTOH, ignorant people are easier to control, and we're into control, this episode, so there's a win for the bullies and the cheats.

deep breath

I said upstream that you ought to read Copper Script -- that is, of course, if Amazon hasn't pulled it for having too many errors, because Amazon has been known to do this. And, yanno, Ms Charles doesn't have anything better to do except go through an already-published book, fixing errors that aren't wrong, so it can go back into the catalog and start earning again.

I know some folks think they're dong Good Things by "reporting" errors and typos to Amazon. Trust me -- they're not. As I mentioned, oh, maybe this time last week? There are no perfect books. There are errors and typos in all books. Mostly, they don't hurt anybody (I'm not talking errors like "half my book is a scifi adventure and the other half is a cookbook" or "my book is 400 blank pages" or things of that nature). Certainly, they're not worth pulling the creator away from her new project, and pissing her off, too.

I want more books from KJ Charles, and? Abusing authors isn't the way to get more books.

Really, I ought to start a list.

Anyhow! Having ranted and perhaps educated -- Good morning! How's your day shaping up?

Here, have a picture of Rook inna sink:

What went before ONE: So, that was unexpected. I noticed that the clock in Steve's office had stopped, which--not unexpected; I probably hung it back there about a year ago, and it was likely time for a new battery, so I brought it with me out to the tech room,flipped it over and--

The battery had exploded inside the clock. Crystalized acid gluing it to the holder. So, now I need a new clock, and also some idea of why the battery exploded. But, definitely a new clock.

Monday, hey?

What went before TWO: Clock update.

So, I decided to try to rehabilitate the clock--for Science! And many thanks to Edward Green and Jeff Needham for the tip about using white vinegar, and Mary Carol for the emery board hack.

For those interested, the clock in question is a LaCrosse Technologies Atomic Time clock.

It turns out that I was at fault. As I was cleaning and refitting, I noticed something printed on the back of the clock in, like 8-pt black-on-black which says "Replace battery every nine months to prevent leakage."

I don't remember exactly when I bought that clock -- at Reny's, but I don't remember which one. Maybe Belfast. Probably Belfast. Anyhoots, it will have been before August, so I missed my nine month change-out. Which this clock obviously takes Very Seriously.

The clock is running at this time. I've hung it back in Steve's office, and made a note to replace the batteries in May.

...and back to work I go.

What went before THREE: Two thousand thirty four-ish new words written.

Time to find something to eat and maybe a glass of wine.

Everybody stay safe; I'll see you tomorrow.

Let's see...

Tuesday. Sunny and cool. Woke up at 5:30, but instead of getting up, I turned over and went back to sleep until 7. I would've slept longer, but the window was open and there were guys outside of it somewhere, having a Discussion over a background of I'm-backing-uuupp truck beeps. They're gone now, of course; looks like they were just coming together across the street so they could move to the real job site as a unit.

Trash and recycling still need to get out to the curb, but I've got time, and in my own defense, I did eat breakfast and start the dishwasher.

Trooper is chowing down his second can of gooshy food. I don't know what worked, there at the vet's, but something sure did.

My breakfast was the last of the tuna fish on a toasted bialy, with black grapes. I'll have my second cup of tea after I get the trash situated. Lunch will be the rest of yesterday's soup and a side salad.

Today's to-do includes one's duty to the cats, taking a smol walk, getting with what I wrote yesterday, and writing some more before I head out for needlework this evening. I'm going to have to stop at the grocery. I'm almost out of gooshy food.

I'm also going to have to figure out how to mix things up around here, so every day isn't the same as every other day. *That's* dangerous ground. I was mixing it up by going to gym three days a week, but I'm leery of gym nowadays because my back seems to go into revolt over nothing at all lately.

Well.

It rained overnight, but we could use more. Even lots more.

What's happening with you this morning?

Addendum:

My watch reports that I had a High Stress Period from 8:34 until, err, now. I'm counseled to rest. How strange.

So! The rescued clock is still keeping the correct time back in Steve's office. I'm taking that as circumstantial evidence that the new battery hasn't leaked. Yet, she added darkly.

Also, the new meds upset my stomach slightly, and I couldn't find candied ginger in the local store, which was a bummer. But, I did find, in Reny's of course, a jar of Chiver's Ginger Preserves, which is Sugar, Water, Ginger. I've been taking a spoonful of that in the morning, and it seems to be doing the job, and it tastes good, so -- win.

Has anyone else local heard that Uncle Dean's Natural Market is going to be taking over the Save-a-Lot space in the Concourse?

Also! What's going on with hotels canceling cons six hours after everybody's set up and running? Have contracts not been written?

For those keeping score: Trash and recycling are at the curb, and I'm drinking my second mug of tea. There may be a third mug of tea, because I'm feeling Just That Crazy.

Now to read what I wrote yesterday...

Rook pics from yesterday, when he was trying to talk me out of my yogurt.  He did not succeed.

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.

My goodness what a pleasant day.

The high point, of course, is that I quite by accident scored my ninth store on my Reny's Passport and for this achievement I was awarded! a Reny's candy bar of my choice (my choice being dark chocolate and seal salt), and a $10 Reny's gift card. Only 10 more to do, but, honestly? I'm probably not going to make it.

The craft fair was a lovely thing, very small but high quality. I talked to people about glass making, and pottery, and jewelry, and writing, bought some handmade soap (peppermint and lemongrass, since you ask), and a pair of earrings made out of rutilated quartz, which NOBODY makes jewelry out of rutilated quartz and I adore the stuff, so there we are.

I spaced around Longfellow's for quite some time and managed not to buy any plants, because then I would have to plant them, and then my back would go out, and I'd really rather not. It was hard turning down more lavender, though. Especially since it was on sale.

After I was done at the greenhouse and the fair, I went for a ride. Steve usually provided rides, but I made this one for myself and it was quite nice. I went through Readfield and Fayette, and Mount Vernon, eventually mooched over to Wilton, thence to Farmington, where I spent some time exploring The Center for Entrepreneurial Studies -- apparently the successor to the new age shop that had been on the opposite corner forever, drove through Strong and New Vineyard (deciding against Rangeley or Kingfield), Madison, stopped for a slightly late lunch at Ken's in Skowhegan, veered to Pittsfield, where I got my 9th Reny's stamp, then came home through Canaan, and over East River Road, stopping at the Dairy Queen on the Fairfield side of town for a chocolate-and-vanilla (softserve) twist inna cup.

It was an eye-opener, my ride. So much stuff has changed since the last time I'd been by certain places -- which would be anywhere from two to five years ago -- but, in all, a nice day, a nice ride, some good conversations and now I'm in for a few days, though I may venture out again next Saturday, to the Rock Show in Augusta.

The coon cats are after Happy Hour, and honestly? I could use a glass of wine my own self, so I think we'll be moving in that direction.

What did y'all do today?

What went before ONE: Back from the vet. Trooper was a Very Good cat, and spoke not one angry word to me on either side of the trip, and purred the whole time the doctor was examining him. He has lost more than the home scale had indicated, and right now the only thing we can do is ... guess.

So! We're guessing that he's not in pain. We're guessing that maybe? the steroids helped last time. And we're guessing that maybe? there's a low-lying infection that the antibiotic will root out.

Otherwise, he has Fading Old Cat Syndrome.

Thanks to everyone who has made suggestions for food. It's not that he's not hungry; it's that he forgets what food is halfway through eating it. And he absolutely refuses dry food (aka crunchies) which, if he has a tooth infection (and no, neither the vet nor I want to sedate him at this point), the antibiotic will nail it.

In short. We're doing what we can. And may I say that the medical literature for cats is really ... sparse.

Cat census below. Tali's fan club, and Rook's, will be interested to see that she takes up considerably less room on top of the supply dresser than he does.

What went before TWO: The chapter-by-chapter is complete. Tomorrow, I map holes and make notes. The WIP is, roughly, half-written. Deadline is April 2026.

Onward.

Trooper ate a whole! can! of Fancy Feast! Which is something like 3.2 ounces, but hey.

Sarah arrives early tomorrow, so I'll do a little bit of picking up before Happy Hour and my dinner.

Everybody stay safe; I'll see you tomorrow.

Friday. Sunny and cool-so-far. Windows are open.

Sarah messages that a family emergency keeps her from making our date to have her clean this morning. Sigh.

Trooper has had about a can and a half of Fancy Feast; he has not thrown up, and is now sleeping/snoring in the copilot's chair, so something's working. Fingers crossed.

Since Sarah will not be coming by, I'll deploy some vacuum cleaners and throw in a load of laundry (which I was going to do anyway), empty the dishwasher (ditto), and get to work. I need to bake some pork chops, so I'll be heating up the oven.

Onward.

Trooper as reported is in the copilot's chair; Tali is on the supply dresser, nose to the open window; Firefly's gone downstairs, I believe, and Rook is taking advantage of Conditions.

How's everybody doing this morning?

Today's blog post title brought to you by Counting Crows, "Rain King."

What went before ONE: And as I think about Annie Lennox and Tina Turner and the other people who were abused by their creative partners . . .

I was so very lucky to have had Steve in my life: he not only supported and contributed to my art, but he stood between me and people who would have abused me because of my art, and because I "think wrong."

I say this in interviews pretty often, and will continue to say it, because it's true: I am so very fortunate to have been able to spend most of my life living in, and exploring, a universe of my own making, and being . . . happy in my art.

. . . and I'm so very sorry that not everyone can have that.

Continue in response to a comment regarding the magnitude of loss: I'm going to say this badly, so apologies in advance for being inarticulate. Yes, it's a debilitating, life-changing loss. But "loss" implies having had something.

So I look at what we had -- do I regret having had those things? No.

I look at what we did -- do I regret having done those things? Well -- no life is perfect, and certainly, as suited to each other as we were, we weren't perfect. We did stupid stuff; we were not always wise.

But I can't regret the laughter, the partnership, the places we went and the joy that we shared. I certainly don't regret the creative life we shared. We never were famous, or rich, or award-winners, but damn I'm proud of our work, our vision, and the sharing of it.

Am I sorry that what I had is gone? Yes. Yes, I am. And as painful as it is to be without the support, partnership, and love that I had, still I would rather that than what I felt when my mother died, which was, "Thank God she's gone. She can't ever hurt me again."

There was a thing we used to say -- "Better together than apart." That was true; we brought out the best in each other. And I have that experience now; it's part of the warp and weft of who I am.

And I don't regret that.

What went before: Ack.

So, I made the phone call and snagged an early December appointment, and staged the trash, but I did not do the bookkeeping. Instead, I weeded the garden, because it really is that nice outside.

The boss says it's OK to bounce the bookkeeping to tomorrow. She's cool that way...

What went before TWO: SNIPPET:

"Which improbably puts me in mind of why I chanced to come this way," Shan murmured. "Jen Sin, my dear, Miri wishes to speak with you."

Jen Sin paused with his wine glass near his lips and looked up into pale blue eyes.

Shan shook his head, Terran-style. "Unlike some others of us, I know the difference between Miri and the delm."

What went before THREE: And! The word count at the end of this round of WIP Correx is!

Sixty thousand nine hundred and ninety-five words.

I have the files that I pulled, but to preserve Auctorial Sanity, we are not counting those words.

The Weird Word List has been updated. Back ups have been made.

Tomorrow, I start with the Chapter-by-Chapter which will be the definitive map of Where the Holes Are.

Tomorrow, I am also interviewing a potential cleaner, and! It's needlework night.

Tonight, however, I'm off the clock.

Or, I will be off the clock once I wash the dishes.

Everybody stay safe; I'll see you tomorrow.

Tuesday. Cool and cloudy. Trash and recycling at the curb.

Breakfast was half a blueberry muffin and plain yogurt. Rookie would like his fandom to know that he really likes plain yogurt, and that Tali and Firefly don't like plain yogurt, because they're silly, but that's OK, because that means there's more yogurt for him.

Trooper, who has a record of enjoying a wee dram of plain yogurt from time to time, was not interested.

Trooper also informed me that the gravy which has been the only thing he would reliably eat for months now -- deserved only to be buried. I broke out the just-arrived food chopper and pureed a can of gooshy food, which is, mind you, already gooshy, and he did eat -- lap, whatever . . . most of that. He's also lost a little more than a pound since August 4, according to the home scale.

These things are concerning, to say the least.

Now that the trash is out, Trooper has eaten something, and is napping while the other cats are occupying the windows in the bedroom, I'm going to start building the Chapter-by-Chapter.

I finished reading Stone and Sky last night, and started reading the book club book. For those who have been wondering what I've been reading -- mostly rereads, and cozies -- the list is here

How's everybody holding up on the second day of the week?

Today's blog post courtesy of Samuel Taylor Coleridge, a man who knew how to build an earworm.  "Kubla Khan"

Here's a random Firefly pic as a reward for those who made it to the end of all that: