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Adventuring for the faint of heart
Sunday, May 11th, 2025 09:23 amConvention Business: The BaltiCon Program is now live. Word is that it's still being tweaked. I was, for instance, double booked for Saturday evening, and have been moved from the panel discussion of how to make your characters relatable. Here's the link. Note that you can search the schedule by day, and by person, and you can create your own list of things to do and see.
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What went before: So, that's 636 new words on the day, along with some retrofitting of old words. The WIP Entire now weighs in at +/-39,597 words.
For a book that has quite a large cast of characters, Salvage Right is amazingly tight, and I have to keep going back and refreshing myself on what happened when and to whom, as well as what was left over.
Also, prep for BaltiCon, including the travel details, and speeches, and reservations at Corning -- not to mention the stupidity with the insurance company and! something else that landed on my desk today -- is all kind of borking my concentration on the story. Well. Maybe I'll have time to write at the con.
Yeah, who am I kidding?
The rain has stopped and the wind has come up. Word is that tomorrow will be sunny and beautiful.
We'll see, she said darkly.
In the meantime, everybody stay safe.
I'll see you tomorrow.
Sunday In Two Parts
ONE
Oh, my gods and goddesses.
Rookie fell out of the bathroom window.
SPOILER: He's OK; I'm -- a little stressed, and so very VERY pleased that he didn't run away, but just sat in the garden under the window and YELLED. Firefly and Tali came to get me, both looking very worried, and I had heard a cat calling, but thought it was Trooper singing the song of his people downstairs, as is his habit.
But Trooper was on the copilot's chair. I ran to the bathroom; the screen was awry and I could hear a cat YELLING. I closed the bathroom door, ran outside -- and there was Rook, staring up at the window and YELLING. I called him and he came to me, just like the spoiled kid he is, and I picked him up and told him how brave and smart he was, and brought him back into the house, where we both collapsed onto the couch. He's only just gotten up to grab a snack.
I pushed the screen all the way out, closed and locked the window. I'll figure out how to put it back in later.
Offerings to Bast are in order.
TWO
Sunday. Sunny and still a little chilly, though warm enough that I opened the bathroom window for the edification of coon cats.
Breakfast was ... eggs scrambled with tomato and onion and rice. I guess I ate about half of it before Adventure overtook me. I hate cold eggs. I did finish my toast and jam. Lunch will be chicken tender and mashed potatoes out of a bag and, oh, peas, why not?
I have a letter to write, but mostly I want to write. I really hope that isn't too much to ask.
I ... am still a little shaky, and so glad that Firefly and Tali came to get me instead of following Rook out the window. I might've talked Firefly in, but Tali'd be halfway to the mall in Augusta by now. Fans of Trooper will be pleased to hear that he slept through the entire thing.
So! Who's up for Adventure today?
Picture of Rook after the fall:
