Ketchup

This morning was spent achieving a complete copy of Saltation in word processing format, this project made somewhat more interesting by the fact that Steve's computer had melted down before Christmas. We were lucky in that all of the files except one had been backed up, and that one file was recoverable from the web, even if the reformatting was sticky (and thank ghod I didn't have to reformat everything).

Steve now has a printed-out copy of the novel, which stands in first draft at just a hair under 95,000 words, and I have a printed-out copy of same. The plan is to read, compare what each of us thinks needs done, and draw straws for who gets to do the work.

I have also finished entering all the orders that have come in for Saltation over the last little while, so I may tell you with a good deal of confidence that we have placed 954 copies of Saltation; that's only 246 left for adoption -- get yours today!

Some folks are already agitating for another Monday Liaden serial. While we appreciate the interest and support, I can't promise another serial story soon. I do want to write about the experience of the last two years of serial story, but still need a little time to get my thoughts in order.

For those who asked, "scrubble" in terms of "scrubble the cat" is the action whereby you placed your hands on the cat's back and either rub them back and forth, or comb them very quickly with your fingers. Alternatively, one may scrubble a cat's chin, or their belly. As with everything regarding cats, how/when/if you scrubble is entirely dependent upon your cat's patience and good humor.

Steve made a lovely spaghetti and garlic bread lunch for us.

And!

Tomorrow is Monday.

Dammit.