Selling the chiefhold

[rolanni]

What went before: So, proofed about 100 pages today, since I finished writing early, and the WIP had nothing more to say to me. That puts me well ahead of schedule, but honestly, I would be happy to get it done early so I can pick up another one of the writing-adjacent projects waiting in the wings.

I've been having a little problem with the shirt I'm embroidering. There's the unexpected resistance offered by having to stitch through the paper grid and the shirt, even though I deliberately chose a light shirt. Also, the instructions are adamant, that I use a small hoop, and that . . . just isn't working for me. The pattern is peeling up from the fabric and -- just not working. One of my friends at needlework last night asked if I didn't need a bigger hoop and I explained that a small hoop was called for, but the more I thought about it today, the more I really wanted a bigger hoop. So, I've made that adjustment. What I really want is an oval hoop, but I don't have one in-hand, though I do have one on order, now.

Tomorrow evening is my first stained glass class, so that will be exciting. The plan is to write! first!, then see what I can do in the time left before class.

The cats have had Happy Hour, and it's time for me to read the October 1 chapter of A Night in the Lonesome October, and then find a glass of wine and something to eat.

Everybody stay safe. Have a good evening.

I'll check in tomorrow.
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Writing session:  supervisors on the job:

 

 

 

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Well, let's see.

Thursday. Sunny and seasonally warm.

The blanket I used to cover the rosebush last night was a little icy when I took it off at 8 o'clock. I'm not seeing a call for frost tonight, so that's good. I have to look up this sort of rose and find what they want for winter.

In the meantime, this morning's go at the keyboard netted+/-1,340 new words, bringing the WIP to +/- 88,800, which is kind of a pretty number, actually.

I have done my duty to the cats, and taken a walk. I'm planning on a late lunch because my evening class goes late. Ish.

Sarah confirms that she will be here bright and early tomorrow to clean -- it's been a while, what with having to cancel last time so I could see my doctor in Bath. The house is looking a little wild because my first priority has been to keep up with the writing and writing-adjacent stuff. Housekeeping is 'way down on the list of Other Stuff I feel compelled to accomplish.

I read the October 1 chapter of A Night in the Lonesome October last night, in which we get Insight into Snuff's duties. I'm reading aloud, because it feels Wrong not to, though that will perhaps change. The cats are ... not unamused. Firefly at least remembers this thing.

And I think that's it, aside a snippet. We haven't had a snippet in a while.

How's everybody doing?
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SNIPPET:
Val Con looked to Shan. "I haven't seen this room open since Uncle Er Thom brought that person from the Aeschalees on-board."

"Good gods." Shan stared at him. "I'd forgotten all about that."

"You'd been sent down to secure the trade," Val Con said. "But I was cabin boy and called upon to serve."

"Thus all I have is hearsay. And the rug, of course. Though it did clean up nicely."

"And the trade was preserved," Val Con continued, "and Uncle Er Thom was pronounced a chief of the Aeschaleen."

"That I do remember," Shan said. "Mother would occasionally ask how his second and third wives went on. Which was really too bad of her."

"More cousins?" Miri asked.

"Sadly not," Val Con answered. "He saw the wives each well-set-up in their own establishments with the proceeds from the sale of his chiefhold."

Shan laughed. "Father had his moments, admit it."