Bless your children, give them names

Words are being added to the manuscript, more slowly than I would like, but. . .words being added instead of subtracted has to be a good thing, amirite?

Checks are still AWOL, which is. . .unfortunate.  Of the three still outstanding, we know the sums of two.  The third will be. . .a surprise.  I suspect not a pleasant one, but then I tend toward pessimism.

We are today awaiting the delivery of several boxes of hardcover books to sign.  Or not.

In short, this is one of those days when one thinks fondly of day-jobs and berates oneself for having opted for an artistic life that is, um, free of constraints.  This is nonsense, of course, and I strongly suspect that, had I remained at the last day-job, at least, I would have never written another word.  Still, there's something to be said for a Lack of Surprises.

Let's see, what else?

The cats are taking up position for the Afternoon Melting.  Belle felt that my desk chair would be perfect for her Melting.  She has been persuaded otherwise. Windows are open, the sunlight is sharp edged and hard, but there's a breeze, so that, at least.

The internet is full of outrage and stupidity -- but you knew that.

I have too many t-shirts.

Still not king.

. . .I think that about covers it.

Hope everyone has a pleasant day, and a Blessed Midsummer to those who celebrate.

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Progress on Book the Next
34,465/100,000 OR 34.47% complete

Val Con turned up the collar of his jacket as he followed the narrow, overgrown path, circling tighter and tighter in toward the center of the garden, of the House. One might even say the center of the clan, save one did not wish to encourage an ego that was sufficiently well-grown.

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