Eagles Over the Kennebec

BUSINESS FIRST: The Uncle wishes everyone to know that there are still signed copies of Diviner's Bow available from his website. Signed books make wonderful gifts!

The preview is showing Fair Trade because the link takes you to a catalog page where all signed Lee-and-Miller editions are gathered into one happy place.

Here's the link.

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Wrote +/-1060 very drafty words, which I am not adding to the Official Count until the scene is finished. Which it ain't.

So, questions on Tali's preferred brush. It's called a Safari brush, and is a soft, two-sided rubber brush. There are Tricks to using it. I use the brush, then I take a towel and just smooth it over the cat to get the last of the loose fur out. Tali likes both the brush and the toweling, which are both very gentle operations.

What's so special about dumplings? someone asks. No, not Bisquick dumplings. Chinese steamed dumplings, stuffed with chicken, or pork, or veggies, or combinations thereof. There are also sweet fillings available, but today I went with the savory -- chicken and mushroom. Very good; I expect I'll be a return customer.

The food truck court is right around the corner from a house that Steve and I seriously considered buying, Some Time Back.  We decided that a house that had three steps between the kitchen and the dining room, and three steps from the living room to the bedroom, one step from the bedroom to the bathroom, and two steps down to the sunroom, might not be so good if one of us got sick. Nice house in many ways, including having a separate office wing,  and an attached garage, but the stairs were a deal-breaker. But, man, what a location, twelve years down the road.

In more personal news, Ashley has left me; she has discovered that she's allergic to cats. This means I'll be doing my own housework (poor writer; like she hasn't been doing her own housework for 50 years), which isn't necessarily a Completely Bad Thing. I'd been looking for stuff to hang a Schedule on, after all.

Also! I will be taking a Social Media Free Day tomorrow in order to Concentrate on the WIP. For those who worry about me not having enough fun, I do have turkey burgers, and buns, and baked beans, so that I can be appropriately festive.

Everybody stay safe; those who are picnicking or otherwise celebrating -- have fun!

Let's check in with each other on Saturday.

What went before: No new words written, but notes put down. Straightened up the mess I made downstairs, did the dishes, performed my duty to the cats, staged the trash for tomorrow's grand parade to the curb, did some ASL homework.

That's gonna have to be enough for the day.

I realized as I was Spacing Around that tomorrow is a Double Whammy -- not only the second New Book Release Day without Steve, but also the anniversary of the day we moved in together, in 1978.

Well.

I'm done for the day -- a little early, which unfairly does not mean that Coon Cat Happy Hour is early.

Everybody stay safe. Remember to check your ebook reader tomorrow morning to make sure that Diviner's Bow has downloaded properly and is ready to read.

Tuesday. Book Day; Diviner's Bow hardcover, ebook, and audiobook officially hit the shelves.

Sunny, windy, and thereby chilly here in Central Maine. Trash and recycling were picked up while I was out running errands. There's news of a cat litter delivery, but I'm not sure if that isn't for tomorrow.

Went to the post office and picked up a package; a kind friend sent me some Lundberg black rice. Went to the UPS store and flang the heart monitor into the hands of the intake person. She asked me if I wanted a receipt, but I told her I didn't care what happened to it. Tried to stop at the new local bookstore, but was informed that she doesn't open til Thursday. Spent a pleasant few minutes chatting with the owner of the used bookstore in the basement.

Went to CVS and bought makeup, which was kind of an eye-opener. Mind you, I've never worn much makeup, but the stuff I had is at least three years old, so I figured it was time for new. I've been watching Makeup for Olds on Youtube, now and again, and in a startling number of cases, the addition of makeup makes Our Model look ... older. And then I remembered that I started wearing makeup because I had a baby-face and needed to look old enough to actually be an administrative aide to the dean of a graduate school.

I will in a few minutes be getting myself the last of the leftovers for lunch, and then seeing what kind of trouble I want to get into.

A REMINDER for those who are reading and/or have read Diviner's Bow: Please leave a review -- stars are nice, too, but a review is awesome.

ALSO! If you want to talk about the book with other fans, there is a Spoiler Lounge all set up with chairs, and snacks, and drinks, norbears, and -- oh! Cake.

Spoiler Space for Diviner's Bow

And now? It's lunchtime.

What went before: Thanks to all for the outpouring of positive energy for Trooper. He seems to me to be more relaxed, and we haven't had an episode of him hitting me in the arm, or sitting by my feet and crying since we got home. So, fingers crossed that we've hit on something helpful.

Er -- about Catholic school. Y'all have to remember that this was back in -- well. does a quick calculation -- 1957. People nowadays treat their dogs with more care and gentleness than '50s kids ever got. IMHO. And Catholic school was worse than how it was on the outside. Also -- I was a Repeat Offender. My mother sent me to school early -- Not Quite 6, against ALL the advice that she wait until I was Not Quite 7 -- I was left-handed, I couldn't talk straight, I was already in the "retarded class" (the fact that I could read anything that was put in front of me was discounted because -- I dunno. Maybe because I read the words in the "right" order proved that I just didn't care about talking right?)

In any case, no -- I wasn't kidding, and I wasn't the only kid who got stapled to the bulletin board, or had their knuckles whacked, or -- nuns were inventive, let's just say that. I'm sorry the image disturbed people -- it's just a Thing That Happened, and it was a long time ago.

Thinking about this a little more: It's one of the Universe's jokes, I suppose, that I wound up in a career where I was required to sit-or-stand in front of large groups of people and talk.  Even though I had a most excellent front man in Steve, I still had to occasionally same something.

Saturday. Gloomy, though not particularly foggy here by the river. Weatherbeans are calling for temps around 50F/10C again.

Breakfast was oatmeal, cranberries, walnuts. Second cup of tea to hand. Soup defrosting for lunch. I'm a little dizzy this morning, and got off to a slow start. Good thing I can do most of what I need to do sitting down.

I hear from Informed Delivery that my watch, originally scheduled for delivery on Monday, will be delivered today! Ahem. By 6:30pm. I take leave to doubt this, and expect I'll see it on Monday, per the original plan. If you'd like to start a betting pool, please step over to the left side of the room by the plants so you don't impede the folks who want to get to the drinks, or the books.

In Real Life News, the hospital in Augusta, which will be taking the brunt of patients cut loose from Inland Hospital when it closes, is quietly freaking out. It's been revealed that they, too, are in financial distress (honestly, they've been short of cash, doctors, and beds pretty much since they opened). Fun times.

Today will be Sedentary, given the dizzy thing. I will have to go downstairs to perform my duty to the cats, but that can wait a bit. Hopefully, the dizzy will abate.

We pause here for an Advertisement, a PSA and! and Author's Plea.

Advertisement: Don Blyly, aka Uncle Hugo's SF Bookstore, is mailing out signed hardcover copies of Diviner's Bow as I speak. If you want a signed copy, email him at unclehugoATaolDOTcom. If you ordered Ribbon Dance from Uncle last year, and your credit card information has not changed, tell him that, too, and you can have your book in hand BEFORE the release date.

PSA: Related to the above: If, after you finish reading Diviner's Bow, you find you want to talk about there, a Spoiler Space has been created for that purpose, here.

AUTHOR'S PLEA: I know it's early days, and Amazon won't open its review page until the release date, but please consider reviewing the book after you have read it. Reviews are vital. You may think that a series that's been around since 1988 and has a devoted fan base wouldn't need reviews -- and you would be wrong. The Liaden books have been around for so long, they're just part of the general landscape -- people take them for granted. (This also happened to us when we went to cons -- "Oh, it's Steve and Sharon. They're always around." Until, yanno; they're not.)

And with all that out of the way -- My plan today is the comfy chair in my office: writing, homework, correspondence, aaaand . . . yeah, that's it. The cats are all in their comfy spots, having enjoyed a mid-morning snack of crunchy salmon treats from Blue Wilderness, and despite the predicted race for Warmth, it's a little cool in my office, due to lack of insolation.

Anyhoots, we're pretty much content, if a little sleepy, here at the Cat Farm today.

Who else is having a contented day?

What went before:  Yesterday, I read all the Commander Vepal sections of The Gathering Edge (how is it possible that The Gathering Edge was published in 2017?) -- this because of a Notion sent up from the guys in the basement.  I also did a lot of Real Life This and That, because Real Life does have to be tended to, sometimes.

Shameless Self-Promotion:  The audio edition of Sea Wrack and Changewind, by Sharon Lee, being all of the Archers Beach stories in one volume, is now on sale at Tantor Media. Narrated by Alex Picard.  Here's your link.

Tuesday. Cloudy; it was snowing a little when I took the trash and recycling to the curb. Seems to not be snowing at the moment.

Breakfast was blueberry skyr and tea. Lunch will be beanloaf in mushroom sauce, and a fancy frozen veggie to be named later.

Today's to-do is reading "Shout of Honor," performing one's duty to the cats, and taking a smol walk. Depending on how lively the guys in the basement are feeling, I may spend some time staring at nothing. (Note to Self: restart beer deliveries to the guys in the basement.)

Sartorially speaking, I'm wearing the usual Wrangler carpenter jeans with the pointy-thing pocket repurposed to hold my phone; Steve's flannel-lined denim shirt (which is magical, I'm sad because (1) mine all wore out long ago, and (2) this style has gone the way of the so-called "shirt jac," which is still warm, but not as nice), and one of Steve's necklaces (another Phil Jurus rune: Edram, the rune of the artist).

I was thinking yesterday (when my necklace was the astronomically correct silver moon that Steve gave me for my 60th birthday), that I have a lot of necklaces in my care -- some of course more Important than others -- and I got to wondering if I could have them made into a memory necklace -- like a charm bracelet, but a necklace.

I also have a lot of earrings, because my ears used to be pierced. And I'm wondering if it's worth my time to have my ears pierced again, or what on earth I'm going to do with All Those Earrings, some of which, again, are more precious than others.

Moving on to the Big Cat Hunt -- we await word from the escort service as to date and time. Join me in Watching the Skies.

And that's all the news from the Cat Farm and Confusion Factory.

What's your news?

Today's blog title is brought to you by Samuel R. Delaney, "Time Considered as a Helix of Semi-Precious Stones"

Scenes from a late-waking morning:

What went before:  I'm looking to reacquaint myself with Gordy Arbuthnot and posted a Scavenger Hunt on FB, to make sure I had all the places where he has appeared and/or been mentioned in the Universe So Far.  This brought up a splinter -- what had a very long time ago been thought by its fond authors to be the start of the second novel staring Shan and Priscilla (this being before we learned that "nobody" wanted to read about traders), and where it might be found.  The splinter is entitled "Shan and Priscilla Ride Again," and it is collected in Pinbeam Books chapbook Splinter Universe Presents:  Might-have-beens and first thoughts from the Liaden Universe®.  Amazon link provided as a courtesy.

Moving on . . .

Friday. Sunny and cold enough.

Breakfast was a blueberry muffin with a side of cheddar cheese. Lunch will be ... potatoes. Potatoes have potassium, which is good for what ails me, so I'm told.

I was going to Just Get To Work Today. I mean, that was the plan, but having eaten breakfast -- I don't feel so hot, so I'll just be taking my second cup of tea to the Command Chair and continue with yesterday's modest researches. Normally, I would do this from the comfy chair in my office, but the antibiotic I'm taking forbids me "direct or indirect" sunshine. Sigh.

Perhaps later I'll be able to address the Mess on my Desk.

What's everybody doing today?

Today's blog title brought to to you by Steve Winwood, "Back in the High Life"

Tete a tete:

What went before:  Discussions yesterday led to the realization that Diviner's Bow represents the fastest turnaround from manuscript to eARC that I, personally, have participated in.  Bearing in mind that the book was due on November 15, this is the timeline: WIP handed in on October 28, line edits received on November 14, copy edits received on December 8, galleys received on December 23, eARC on-sale January 8.

No wonder I'm tired.

Also! for those who missed yesterday's exciting announcement, you may now purchase, from Baen.com and only from Baen.com, the Diviner's Bow eARC.  Here's your link.

As has been our pleasant custom, a private parlor for spoiler discussions has been opened so that those who read the eARC can talk about it without spoiling the story for those readers who prefer to wait for other editions to be published.  Here's the link to the Diviner's Bow Spoiler Space.

That brings us current, I think, so!  Onward to!

Thursday, grey and cold. Snowed a tiny bit on the overnight, enough to give the Long Backyard a Wintry Air.

Breakfast was oatmeal with raisins and walnuts. Second cup of tea brewing. Lunch will be chili.

I'm declaring myself flu-free; 24 hours off of Robitussin, hacking non-present, sneezing ditto, no fever for days.

Today is a No-I-Am-NOT-Writing day. The crazy rush on Diviner's Bow -- where I got the edit letter the day before the book was due -- may have broken my brain. Not really. Only a sprain, I'm sure. Still, if this is going to be the New Crazy, I'm going to have to take steps to protect myself, so that I can deliver the books that are still under contract. It might be I'll need to extend the extension for the next book, because I never did get the downtime (being sick is not downtime) I thought I was gaining after I turned in ...Bow.

In any case -- today I'll be catching up around the house, changing out the cat fountains (which should have been done days ago, ref "sick" above, and my cats are saints) maybe watching a documentary about lighthouses if I can track it down again, and other Light non-writing Amusements.

I also need to give some consideration to on-going brain care. I've mentioned before that I have a very busy brain. If I don't keep it occupied -- not stressed, occupied -- it turns on itself, which is ... not optimal. For 46 years, I lived inside a vortex of intellectual and creative stimulation, and as much as that might've made other people crazy, it was what kept me functional.

Isn't Life interesting?

Speaking of Interesting -- Who's finished reading Diviner's Bow? Show of hands, if you please! *raises three hands*

That's all I've got right now.

Here, have a picture of the back yard. What's the weather where you are?

The ebook edition of Sea Wrack and Changewinds: All of the Archers Beach short stories, by Sharon Lee has dropped in all markets, and! AFAIK. Thank you and happy reading to all.

Monday Catchup:  I got out some of the glass trees from MOMA and put them up, along with the daily birch trees, and the old yellow tree that used to be in my office.  The lighted stand for the crystal ball arrived, and all lit up they make a ... comforting display.

Tuesday. Rainy and warm. Trash and (some) of the recycling at the curb. (The open bin can't go out, ref "rainy")

Breakfast was pb&j on a whole wheat English muffin. Lunch will be the leftover pork chop and the leftover veggies.

After I finish writing and posting this communication, I will be mixing together the pumpernickel bread kit from Steve's stash (Steve bought kits; I think, after the pumpernickel, there's a multigrain bread kit, and a crepe kit), and setting it to rise. Then I will be about reading the last 50 pages of Diviner's Bow's galleys, and opening a correction log.

<whine> I had really wanted to feel good about this book, but all I feel at the moment is tired and lonely</whine>

Aside one's duty to the cats and so forth, I think that's all I got on for the day -- baking and reading.

What's on for your day?

Saturday. Bright and cold, but most importantly? It is December 14.

This is Trooper's 15th birthday. The celebrations began early with the Birthday Cat taking his place on the Living Room Observation Post, where, after careful study, he was able to report with confidence that the garden, the lawn, and the maple trees were correctly placed. He then withdrew to share a teaching breakfast with his grandson. He's now asleep on the copilot's chair.

In Shameless Self-Promotion, Sea Wrack and Changewinds PAPERBACK retains the coveted #1 New Release banner for its placement in Fantasy Short Stories. The EBOOK edition, which drops on December 17, rejoices in 392 total preorders.

Today, is all about reading galleys, interspersed with one's duty to the cats, changing the bed, and figuring out what's for lunch. (Breakfast, for those keeping score, was oatmeal with walnuts and raisins, because Food is Boring. It strikes me that I would not make a very good Haosa.)

Possibly, I'll knock off early and watch "Red One." Or, yanno, not.

Which leads to the question -- What's your favorite seasonal movie? I rather liked "While You Were Sleeping," and I know there's much fondness for "Die Hard" -- but, else?

Picture of the Birthday Cat:

Um. Monday, I believe. Cloudy and cold.

It was a challenge getting out of bed this morning, but I managed the thing by a little after seven, rustled up some oatmeal with sour cherry jam, and am now waiting on the kettle so I can have my second cup of tea before I go to gym, ref "cold" above. Not that I expect it to get that much warmer, but it will give the ice melt time to work on the steps, and me, time to get a little more awake.

Today will be all about catching up on the things I didn't do this weekend, in favor of turning the copy edits around at faster-than-light speeds. And a nap. A nap sounds really good. But not before gym.

For those who worry about such things, in which set I include myself, the plowguy did come yesterday, around 6:00, I guess. The fact that it now gets dark in the middle of the afternoon makes it seem like everything is happening at midnight.

What else? Ah! Actual News of Note! To wit:
1. Ebook preorders of Sea Wrack and Changewind now stand at! Amazon, 327; Apple, 10; BN, 2; Kobo, 9.

2. The trade paper edition of Sea Wrack... will go on sale this Friday, December 13. The ebook will publish on December 17. The audiobook will be available from Tantor on January 28.

3. The mass market paperback of Ribbon Dance, of which I had begun to have Doubts, will, so I learn in Locus, publish in April.

3a. No, I've heard nothing further regarding the audiobook from Tantor.

4. The hardcover and ebook editions of Diviner's Bow will be published on April 1.

4a. No, I don't know when the eARC will be offered; possibly 90 days before the Official Pub Date.

4b. No, I have no information about an audiobook.

Oh, look; the sun's coming out.

So! That's my news. What's yours?

Here's a picture of Apprentice Editorial Assistant Rook Thunderpaws hard at work this weekend:

Let's see ... Wednesday. Foggy and chill, weatherbeans calling for sun-through-clouds, later.

Firefly slept with me straight through last night; the third night she's done so. I think I may be seeing a new schedule emerging, in which Trooper, backed by Rook, does the day-shift; then the all-hands rest/reading/viewing period following Coon Cat Happy Hour, with Firefly taking the night shift.

Breakfast was oatmeal, walnuts, the last of the peach jam. Just finishing up the first mug of tea. Lunch will be leftover soup mixed with rice to make it enough. The evening meal! will be a tomato sandwich, on account of I have sliced tomato that has to be used and I don't wanna put it in the soup.

Today, my friends, is going to be a Day of Marvels. Or at least deliveries. Cat litter is said to be headed even now for the Cat Farm, as well as my new computer, and something from Amazon, which -- honestly? -- I have No Idea.

Speaking of, though: I should probably order in a usb hub for the living room. *writes on list* And once again, I thank those who thoughtfully sent me Amazon gift cards. You guys have been life-savers.

Aside from waiting on deliveries, I need to change out the tablecloth, and wash a load of towels and suchlike. At 3:30ish, I'll go cross-town -- a matter of 3.5 miles -- to Governor's to pick up my Feast for One, for tomorrow's lunch. Around all that -- one's duty to the cats, signing some bookplates, and finish reading Salvage Right. Not an arduous day, which is good. Yesterday kinda wiped me out.

Last night, the cats and I viewed the second episode of Magpie Murders. We remain amused. Trooper's distrust of Andreas would seem to be justified. Again, I liked the montage of the writer at work, and in fact liked the writer, which was echoed in the clue "Everyone who read Alan, loved him. Everyone who knew him, did not." Also, it's not often I'm jealous of visual media, but I would give ... a lot ... to be able to reproduce in prose the "O!" moment, when the present-day red car went zipping through the intersection just ahead of Mr. Pund's 1955 ... Triumph, maybe? We will be continuing.

In the spirit of burying the lede: There had been some interest expressed by ebook consumers in the matter of signed bookplates for Diviner's Bow. (Those who are preodering hardcovers from Uncle will receive a plate with their book.) I spoke to Jason at Baen, and he is very kindly sending me 100 bookplates that will be available to those who send me a SASE (this is old-time writer code for Stamped, Self-Addressed Envelope). I will speak of this at greater length, and in more detail, in future. Consider this your Distant Early Warning.

Sea Wrack and Changewind: All of the Archers Beach Stories preorders now stand at 133. Thanks to everyone who has preordered. The ebook will be available from All The Usual Suspects on December 17.

And that gets us to the end of my news.

What's yours?