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So, there have been Questions.

Herewith Answers.

No, I don't know when the eArc for Accepting the Lance will come out.  I really wish people would stop asking me this question, first thing after we've announced a manuscript has been turned in.  Or at all, really.  I usually know when an eARC has come out because a reader tells me.

No, it's not likely that the publication date will be moved up from December.  Myself, I'm amazed that Baen is getting . . .Lance into print in 2019.

No, it is not a 200,000 +/- manuscript.  There's a reason for that.  I'll explain it later.  For right now, let's just say that. . .

. . .yes, we are scheduled to deliver another book this year to Baen.  Its subject is the Dutiful Passage; and it does not yet have a title. About half of it is written, and, honestly?  I won't even look at it until March.  No, I don't know when this novel will be published, and don't even start with me about the eArc.

Yes, Steve is writing a third book detailing the life and times of Jethri Gobelyn.  It, too, does not have a title.  Or a deadline.  We're aiming for early 2020.

Yes, there is a brand! new! Liaden Universe® chapbook in your future.  Possibly, I will finish drafting it at Boskone.  I'm not particularly busy at Boskone, so that actually is a possibility.

No, the rest of my life has not, unfortunately, settled down.  My sister is still dead; my father is still in hospice dying of cancer, and I am still charged with making sense out of the dire mess of his paperwork, which also includes pushing and shoving and shouting at the universe until it forks over with Needful Things.  This is an exhausting procedure, as many of you know from your own experiences.  This is all, of course, in addition to catching up all the stuff I let slide while we were finishing the book, getting paperwork together for the accountant, and the rest of the things going on in our lives which include. . .

Boskone, as mentioned.  This is a good thing.  I'm looking forward to Boskone.  A couple weeks after we come home, Steve will be undergoing outpatient surgery to replace the "generator" that powers the I(mplanted) C(ardioverter) D(ebrillator) in his chest.  They tell us that this is a very simple procedure, requiring only a minor incision, the replacement of the battery, and some glue.  A couple weeks' recuperation at home.  No biggie, they say.  Still worrisome as hell, if you ask me, and you did, so there you have it.

Yes, the cats are fine.  I have been overworking the coon cats, but they have risen nobly to the occasion.  Scrabble has even taken a couple shifts with me, to give the primary care workers some time to care for themselves.

I think this answers all of the current crop of questions.  Y'all stay well; thank you for care.

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Because I know some of y'all worry when the blog doesn't update regularly. . .

I will not be updating this blog -- or any blog, actually -- for. . .a while.

The reasons for this are several.  One is that, of course, we're deep in the end game for Accepting the Lance, which is due, no excuses, by the end of January.  By itself, as you and I both know from experience, this would be enough to limit updates.  I'm lead on Lance, and being the end of several story arcs, as it is, it's being, ahem, a little difficult to bring in.

In addition to this, a small mountain of family crises has landed in my lap.  As it turns out certain obligations fall to the last surviving child of a parent -- and that would be me.  You will remember that my sister died earlier this month, very suddenly, leaving things with regard to our father's care. . .a little awry, but recoverable, or so I imagine her thoughts went, had she recovered.  She did not, and in the aftermath of her departure, documents which really ought to have been kept. . .weren't.

I have therefore inherited said small mountain, which includes people demanding payments, and other people denying me access to accounts, until I can prove X,Y,Z.  Needless to say, the folks who want their money are a lot less particular about what I can prove than the folks who are holding the checks.

To sum up: I am simultaneously embarked on two life-devouring projects, which means "extras," like updating this blog, will have to go on hold.

Steve will be updating Welcome to Liad with writing, professional, and appearance news (yes, we do still plan -- very much -- on attending Boskone in February).  He also plans to resume the story hours on Patreon.  He has begun writing the next Liaden book, which he tells me will be a Jethri book, the sequel to Trade Secret.

. . .and here ends my tale.

Everybody stay safe, right?  And may the incoming year bring joy and success to us all.

 

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So, here I am, driving to the day-job by the usual route and only slightly late. They're working on the bridge over -- is it the Messalonskee there? Whatever. Anyhow, Big Honking Orange Work Truck in my lane at the end of the bridge, attending workmen with shovels. In the other lane, a flagman, with the STOP side of his sign pointing at me. I stop. He sets free the cars waiting to make the turn off of River Road. There are no cars coming down Mayflower Hill. The last car passes, the flagman turns his sign to SLOW, and waves at me to get on with it.

Which I do.

I'm half-way across the bridge in the left lane when I see the white car coming down Mayflower Hill at an approximate speed of Warp Nine. I keep going, thinking the driver will see the frantically gesturing flagman and screech to a stop.

Except the car -- fancy white car -- maybe a brand new Altima? driven by a grey-haired man with a strong nose and a pampered beard, wearing a long-sleeved white shirt and a blue tie. How did I get such a good look at him?

BECAUSE HE NEVER STOPPED!

He never even slowed down

I stopped, flicked on the high-beams, leaned on the horn and prepared to meet my Goddess.

At about six inches out from my front bumper, he swerved into the right lane AND KEPT ON GOING up Gilman Street.

May I just say, it's a school day? And that many high school children walk down Gilman Street on their way to Waterville High? Not to mention, yanno, random secretaries who are only slightly late for work trying to survive the trip into the day-job?

Jayzeus Angelica Mondieu. I hope to God you got to wherever you were going without killing anybody, fella. And I hope your car melts into a puddle of useless gum before you can drive it again.

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