In which the author has technology. . .and cats

[rolanni]

So, we here at the Confusion Factory have been plotting.

Plotting books, that is, since we have four left to write on the current contract.

We are, of course, most closely plotting the next book in line, Book The Second, and in the spirit of that plotting, I devoted my morning to reading the 26,000-ish words removed from Dragon in Exile because they didn't belong there.  It's now Steve's turn to read those words, while I commence in to reading a large-ish chunk of Crystal Dragon.

In order to read in comfort, I of course repaired to the couch, where I very soon gathered Able Assistants.  I took my smartphone with me, and made some notes on it, via Evernote, which were conveniently awaiting me on the desktop when I came back to my office after lunch.

Yay! technology.

On the weather front, we seem to have survived the season's first nor'easter:  three days of wind and rain, and rain and wind, and, for a change, rain and wind.  The sky is appreciably brighter, by which I mean, it's a sort of semi-luminous slate-grey.  Possibly tomorrow we will see the fabled sun described in tales of yore.

And now, I'm headed back for the couch and the day's second bout of reading.

The glamor, yeah.  Non-stop.

Here, before I go.  Have some pictures of my assistants, hard at work:

Sprite, sending support from Her Royal Throne

Trooper climbed up and arranged himself in the most convenient place, after I refused to let him sleep on the pages

. . .later, he moved down by my feet

Comments

[thewol.livejournal.com]

The grey pillow in your lap gave me a "duh!" (why didn't I think of that?!) moment -- That could work for me. However, my current setup includes a comfy arm chair with a generous ottoman and lap robe of choice, and a reader table that has a plug strip with a 12' cord screwed to the underbeneath of it to facilitate Kindle/tablet/laptop, internet radio, reading lamp, etc., with room left over for beverage of choice (and carafe containing more of same). The reader's table has a part that tilts to an adjustable angle and it has *wheels*.

I don't have Able Assistants. I have Close Associates (also of the feline purrsuasion), one of which seems to think he needs to be closely associated with me at all times, including underfoot while I'm walking). I tend to accumulate them where ever I settle. (I'm the best show in the house.) One of mine, although he is not Maine Coon, is similarly luxuriously upholstered. He is half Siamese (the opinionated and vocal half), and half Godknows.

As for the Carosel books, I don't think it's an "urban" fantasy. Archer's Beach is too small to be an urb. Urbs are cities. (Small town fantasy?) How about "coastal fantasy" as a genre?