Destination, Bangor Maine

What went before: Sat with the WIP for a bit, added some words. Dissatisfied with the name of a new character, which isn't the name they gave me -- which is to say, they gave no name -- but I felt like I had to call them something. So! I may be wrong about that. I'll look again tomorrow, and if I'm still unhappy and they haven't forked over, I'll just do without for now.

Vividly I remember the pitched battle I fought with Rool Tiazan's lady, me demanding a name; she informing me that hell would freeze over and Satan down with pneumonia before that would happen. I threatened to call her Bubbles. She laughed. And? She won. Tough cookie, Rool Tiazan's lady. I don't think this one is of that caliber -- because, let's face it, who is? Certainly not me -- so it may be that I'll be worthy of knowing their name after we've worked together for a couple chapters.

Scheduled a flu shot for Friday. They had openings for Thursday, but I draw the line at getting a vaccine on my birthday.

Need to do a couple more things before I go off to ply my needle.

Everybody stay safe; I'll see you tomorrow.

Wednesday. Foggy and chill. I had to ask the heat pump in my office to provide heat to take the nip off.

Slept for almost 9 hours again. This seems to be an Emerging Theme -- short sleep for however long it takes me to get so tired I'm staggering, then 9 hours of sleep, lather-rinse-repeat. I'm not a fan, but at this point I guess I'll take what I can get.

The cat bowls have been refreshed, and the cats have each graciously taken a small mouthful, to indicate that they have noted and approve of this attention to their comfort.

Breakfast was a peach with a side of cottage cheese, and now I'm having a cookie for dessert, because what's the point of making cookies if you don't eat them? Lunch is a puzzler, but we'll get there.

The big news in the world of writers and AI, which SFWA tried to get my attention for a couple days ago, but it took a friend writing to me to get me to look at my part of the thing again. . .

The Big News, I say, is that the Anthropic class action suit has moved to Another Level. The motion on the table includes up to a $3000 payment for each work scraped and used to "teach" the AI engines, and a guarantee to wipe their databases.

Though I fully expect this to be whittled down by lawyers to "arrogant non-apology and we'll only use our databases for good as defined by our stockholders," it does mean that I now have to become a specific member of the class -- which means filing the titles of the scraped works that belong to me, via a webform, with the Attorneys on the side of Writers.

For fun, I went through the Atlantic Database of Stolen Properties (this is not its official name; just a little pet name I've given it) last night and! There are about 200 titles for Sharon Lee, and Sharon Lee and Steve Miller. Some of them are not us -- not many. Some are duplicates -- surprisingly few -- though perhaps a few more, since so much of our stuff has been reissued in multiple editions.

The lawyers' webform. Have I mentioned that it is very Slow?

Yeah. I wrote to the firm, asking if perhaps, given the sheer number of titles involved, I might be allowed to submit One Long List with all titles, ISBNs, publication date(s), and whatnot. Otherwise, it's going to take, conservatively, 50 years to enter, and even with two of us on-board and able, it would have been a lot.

In other news, I have a load of laundry drying. I need to get the clean dishes out of the dishwasher, and do my duty to the cats, but aside that, and ignoring the To-Do List, what I really want to do is write, so I'm thinking I'll be doing -- wow. Every fire engine, battlewagon, and ambulance in town has just gone charging past the house. That's exciting. . .

And now? It's quiet. . . .too quiet.

Well.

What are you ignoring on the to-do list today?

Today's blog title brought to you by Mr. Roger Miller, "King of the Road."

Cat Census:

Closing Time, Wednesday

The lunchtime report: So, I did go back to the webform and threw in a non-inclusive bunch of titles, so the lawyers can have my contact information (thanks Judy Tarr!). First, and last on the day, load of laundry done; duty to the cats accomplished, walk taken.

Lunch will be baked chicken breast -- I bought six last time at the grocery, so I'm baking three and have put three in the freezer -- peas, and bread.

Have made minor tweaks and twitches at the WIP Itself, and brain has been chewing on other aspects while I do other things. I like it when I have mindless things that have to be accomplished (which would make you think I like dusting, and you would be wrong), so my brain can keep on cooking. When I had day-jobs, I used to love those big stupid collating jobs where you had to use a conference table to lay out all the pages and then just around and around and around, picking up a page at each stack until you got the end and put the collated pages down, and started back around the table. Ghod, I got a lot of writing done that way.

I currently have three coon cats in my office, and Trooper's absence is palpable, even though, were he here, he'd be asleep in his box.

The windows are open now, the sun having come out and warmed things up nicely.

After lunch -- more writing. Whee!

The evening report:  Trooper "came home" a few minutes ago. His box is back with the others. I hope I don't have to add to that collection for a long, long time. In fact, I'd rather not add to it all.

Today's work produced about 800 new words. I had to straighten out a couple of kinks in already-written scenes, in particular writing someone out of a scene that takes place before they actually arrive. For the next scene, I need to do some prep, such as researching the particulars of Scout Commander yos'Phelium's Field Judgment on the matter of independent logics, which will take me to Coon Cat Happy Hour, so we'll just call the WIP's wordage as of today at +/-71,390.

Tomorrow is my birthday, as has been the case for the 72 years previous to this one. Since it is a day of mourning and reliving horrific events for a vast number of people, I will, as has become my habit, be limiting my presence online. For those who are curious about what I'll be doing to celebrate my 73rd birthday; I will be writing. Maybe I'll get wild and crazy and order in Chinese.

Everybody stay safe.