Friday in Reverse

[rolanni]

Facebook free association:

ONE:  Oh, look! Somebody who wants me to pay them to write a guest blog on sharonleewriter.com.

Um, no. But thanks for thinking of me, Sandra.

Sheesh.

Trooper has probably eaten more today than he had in the last week. Fingers continued to be crossed, which makes it kind of hard to sort laundry.

Second load of laundry washing, because -- why not? First load drying. Vacuuming ongoing. Hard boiled eggs on the make. Time to unload the dishwasher.

TWO:  Well. Pork chops. Tuna fish. Hardboiled eggs. Rice.

I've got enough food for days...

THREE:  Oh. I've had one kind and two kinda miffed queries on this, so!

The reason the book-in-progress isn't due until next April is because the rush to get Diviner's Bow out "on time," kinda fried me. I don't write well with a fried brain, and since I'm the only writing brain presently on the premises, we must be protective of my health.

That's why the turn-in date for the next book is April 2026.

Yes, that does mean it will be a subjectively "long time" between books, for some folks. One upon a time, there was ten years between books; so a couple months is nothing. No, really; it's nothing.

Also, yanno, other people are writing books that are entirely readable, or! if you're in the mood for Korval Shenanigans, particularly, you can re-read the 27 books that have already been published.

It's not that I'm unsympathetic, but killing writers is not the way to get new books.

Other questions?

FOUR:  So, I've identified a couple holes. I am peeved to find that I still haven't completely fixed the vexed timing issue, but! I'm getting closer. I think I need to do something else for a bit and let the pieces shake themselves up.

I am tomorrow taking at least a partial Writer's Day Off to go to the Designing Women Craft Fair in Winthrop. In addition to being a craft fair -- already a win -- it's being hosted by Longfellow's Greenhouses, so I really don't see how I can go wrong with this plan.

Trooper has eaten another half can of Fancy Feast, and coon cat happy hour is coming up in about an hour. The house is vacuumed, the laundry done, and, as previously reported, I've got food made ahead in the fridge. Oh, and the dishes are done.

So, yanno, a productive sort of day, though not entirely in the direction I had expected.

Everybody stay safe; I'll check in as can.

Oh, hey, have some art:

Self-Portrait with a Cat, 1910
Frida Konstantin
(Austrian/Hungarian, 1884–1918)
Oil on canvas

Comments

[tuftears]

Hear, hear! (re: "killing writers is not the way to get new books")

Hope your Writer's Day Off goes fantastically!