Proof of Spring

[rolanni]

Friday. Cloudy, damp, temps forecast to rise into the mid-60sF.

A thunderstorm rolled into town at bedtime last night. I got up from the couch, moved to the comfy chair in my office, opened the curtains, cracked one of the windows, and watched the storm for an hour. We don't get nearly enough thunderstorms at this location, so we need to celebrate those we do get.

House has been picked up and Sarah's due in at 9ish. I'm about to retreat to Steve's office and start working on getting the Fey Duology ready for prime time.

What're you doing today?

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Out to the post office and back. Lunch prepared and et. I have done some research and it may be -- that is may be -- possible to offer a softcover edition of the Fey Duology through Draft2Digital that does not involve Amazon's marketing arm. I've always found D2D ... kinder than Amazon. I will continue exploring.

Perusing the reviews for Duainfey and Longeye (I'm looking for a -- one -- glowingish professional pull quote, and it's being tough going -- I'm again struck by things like the reviewer complaining about made-up words, and I've gotten the distinct feeling that some had decided what the books were going to be about, and then were thrown off by them being, err, different.

There are also the odd reviewers who remark -- back to back -- on the fact that the two books have different voices (yes?  this would be why there were two books), and complaining that they were forced to buy two books when a "rigorous editing" could have pared the entire tale into one book. 

And then there are the reviewers who found Our Heroine Useless and Too Stupid to Live because she managed to survive a completely alien situation, learn the workings of said alien situation, make her way through trauma and fear back to love and morality -- a lengthy road that I believe rightly passes through Anger. Those folks remind me of the people who found it Unbelievable that a woman as brilliant as Aelliana Caylon was "supposed to be" would have allowed herself to be abused.

That said, I've been sitting for some time with the problem of how I'm going to survive, going forward, especially as a writer, because I can't simply just bear down and do everything that both of us did (ref Useless and Too Stupid to Live, above) without becoming a Rolanni-sized ember. Sarah's visit this morning illuminated my situation. When I needed help cleaning the house, I hired somebody to help me. When it became clear that I couldn't cope with the website that Steve had maintained, I hired somebody to help me.

So, it will be no shame to hire somebody to help me with PR, and possibly other administrative tasks, so I can write, meet my deadlines, interact with my readers, and Have A Life. You wouldn't have thought that coming to this realizaton would have taken this long, but here we are.

It's a pretty day outside. I have all the windows that will open, opened, and now it's time to go back to Steve's office and format me some more manuscript.
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So! I'm a third of the way through the Easy Part of the job. Tomorrow I may not be so speedy, as I do fully intend to spend at least an hour in The! Studio! with my glasswork.

Fans of Rookie will be interested to know that he conned me out of a tidbit of hardboiled egg at lunchtime and snabbled it right down.

Tali, offered her own bit of egg was -- confused.

Everybody have a good evening. Stay safe. I'll check in tomorrow.

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