rolanni: (agatha&clank)

Alert readers will recall that I live in Maine. In fact, that I live in that geographically squishy area known as Central Maine, about 3 hours from the Massachusetts state line and 2.5 hours from the Canadian border, if you’re feeling sanguine with regard to Coburn Gore.

Now, not only do I live in Maine, but I am a veritable giantess among Maine women — six foot tall in my striped sockfeet. This means that I need to either (1) make my own clothes, which I used to do when I was young and ambitious, but have not done for more than twenty-five years, (2) wear mens clothes, which I do pretty often, or (3) buy girl clothes from tall shops on the internet, which is what I do somewhat less often than (2).

One of my favorite vendors of tall women’s clothes is Long Tall Sally, a British chain with stores/distribution points in Massachusetts and in Canada.  Mind you, I order from the internet, and make no secret of my US address.

Which is of course why two out of three orders that I make with Sally are fulfilled by the Canadian distributor. I wouldn’t mind this so much, except that the Canadian facility runs the credit card and I get whacked with a currency conversion fee.

And, also, on the rare occasions when I need to return something, the Sally folk in charge of issuing RMA numbers pretty much always insist that my original order of course did not come from Canada; that would be. . .silly.

Ahem.

I suppose there’s a database somewhere in Sally’s kingdom that figures out which shipping facility is closest to what customer and shuffles the orders that way, with a fine — let us even allow, a joyous — disregard for such human vanities as the borders between countries.

* * *

Speaking of databases — this post is about databases — I wonder if someone who is more savvy than I am can explain why it is that bookstores can’t seem to handle co-authors in their databases. It seems universal, from the Big River on down to Ma & Pa’s Bookstore and Pizza Emporium.

Steve, as the second author listed on our collaborative work, is constantly dropped from the database record. This is not only unfair and untrue, but it means that readers who may only recall that “Steve Miller” is one of the authors of those space opera books they like so much can’t find what they want to read.

Which seems a disservice to readers, authors, bookstores, and publishers.

In other words — it’s lose-lose.

And yet the error persists.

Is it Just Too Hard to build a database that will accommodate the reality of co-authors? Or do the builders of databases, being, perhaps techies more than readers, not understand (and therefore don’t care about) the issue?

* * *

I have met folks who haven’t believed that co-authors do equal work on the projects that bear both of their names.

My co-workers on the newspaper many years ago for instance widely believed that my husband “let me put my name” on his books. To keep peace in the family, one assumes.

More recently, I submitted a novel by Sharon Lee and Steve Miller to the Maine Arts Commission, in application for a grant. After they had the application in hand, and despite having asked beforehand and told to go ahead, I was told that co-authored works were not acceptable. The official’s suggested solution was that I simply remove my co-author’s name from the application.

I don’t believe that, to this day, she understands why this was wrong, though, be assured, I did my Very Best to tell her.

So, it’s not at all outside the realm of possibility that those who are charged with building database may be. . .misinformed regarding the necessity of listing all the authors of a particular work.

What I’d like to know, I guess, is how to get to these folks in order to educate them.

Ideas?




Originally published at Sharon Lee, Writer. You can comment here or there.
rolanni: (foxy)

Thing One:
For those who read electrik books, classic Liaden Universe® chapbook Two Tales of Korval: Adventures in the Liaden Universe® Number One is now available in a Kindle edition, and! in a Nook edition*.

Plans are afoot to get Skyblaze uploaded and available before the end of the week. Watch this space for details.

Thing Two:
As advertised in all the best blogs and infodumps in cyberspace, if you want to get yourself a signed, first hardcover edition of Ghost Ship by Sharon Lee and Steve Miller, you need to act and you need to act fast**!

Details here.

Thing Three:
There’s still time to vote for your favorite works of science fiction and fantasy of 2011, in the Locus Poll. The poll goes over on April 15 — that’s Friday! Locus helpfully provides titles in the drop-down lists — however! If your favorite work isn’t on the drop-down, there are *also* write-in spaces under each category. The Locus Poll is a reader poll — anyone may vote. Please only vote once, Mr. Kelly abhors ballot-box-stuffing, and please be truthful about your gender.

———
*Yes, I'm aware that the link to the Nook edition takes one not to the book page, but to the Nook front page.  No, I don't know why that's happening.  The URL is correct, and the link works from the original blog entry at sharonleewriter.com.  Stupid intertubes.

**Where fast = Before April 30, 2011.


 

Originally published at Sharon Lee, Writer. You can comment here or there.

rolanni: (blackcatmoon)
Man, sharonleewriter.com is getting hammered (with a small hammer, relatively, but it's a small site) by gibberish spam. None of it comes from the same IP address, none of the addresses are the same; the links are all different.

Every one of them has "rel="nofollow" Well. Anybody with security training willing or interested in seeing this stuff and trying to figure out how to block it?

In other news: Do not forget that there is an eBay auction going on right now for a rare and pristine copy of the hardcover edition of Pilots Choice, which includes Local Custom and Scout's Progress -- just in time for the release of Mouse and Dragon! The current bid is $75US, which is a steal. Go on, just go over and take a look. You know you want to. The auction goes over tomorrow, Friday, May 21 at around 2:00 p.m Eastern.

The day-job today encompassed shredding, and throwing stuff away, and visiting the mail room several times, and filing all the stuff on my desktop, now that I'm done with working on them, and then backing up the desktop, for, lo! I am in line to get a new Mac this summer. Which is good, because mac the Mac is getting to the point where he's crashing two, three times a day -- more, if I do something Morally Reprehensible, like use the scanner, or open, and then try to enter data into, an Excel file.

Poor mac, he taught me how to use a Mac (IT, offended that someone coming on-board in January didn't want to wait until the usual time (July) for a computer, handed me the box -- "Here. Secretaries get Macs." -- and cut me loose. Good thing I hadn't actually expected to get any training). But, still, he's been good to me, has mac. Mind you, I still don't know how to download and install a program, but, the new one will, as the old one did, have programs that Come With, and I'll make do with whatever those may be.

Pretty day. Hot, though. Over 80F/27C.

Jack is back

Tuesday, December 22nd, 2009 08:53 am
rolanni: (Phoenix from Little Shinies)
Jack the Giant Killer is back home; the operation to install a new motherboard was a success. He is not yet online, due to a Situation with AVG, but I'll take care of that this evening, or possibly tomorrow evening, depending on the relative state of Other Things.

The weatherbeans are calling for maybe-snow today, and more of the same, to the tune of two to four inches, tomorrow. Today, I think, is the day to pick up the framed art for Mouse and Dragon from the Framemakers.

Only today and tomorrow and then we have winter break. *deep breath*

I figured out that one of the reasons I'm soooooo looking forward to this break is the opportunity to actually and really rest the arm with the rotator cuff injury. My physical therapist complained more than once that patients would get better soon if they would just rest, which, even he admitted, wasn't going to happen in this, the Real World. The day-job obligates me to carry heavyish things up and down from the mailroom, and to move cases full of job applications from here to there, and sometimes from Hither to Yon. Ten days without those obligations may get me the increased improvement I'm hoping for. Right now, I've hit a plateau, where I have more-but-not-complete range of motion, and much-less-but-still-some pain. I'd really like to get back to the full range of motion and pain only when I do something Stupid. Especially being as this is my good arm.

My mother-in-law called the other evening to find out how many inches of snow we'd gotten from The Big Storm(tm), and was slightly put out to be told that we hadn't seen a flake. Y'all who did get dumped on -- are you all dug out now? Are the lights on?
rolanni: (Caution: Writing Ahead)
Thanks for the suggestions and the sympathy -- very much appreciated.

Steve, who is a braver man than I am, opened up both computers, and swapped his hard drive out for mine. The hard drive boots, ergo it's probable that the motherboard in my machine has fried. Tomorrow, a trip to the computer repair place and hoping that the fix can be done quickly. This close to the holiday...who knows. If it can't be fixed quickly, then we'll go to plan b and get us a USB drive dock -- which sounds like a handy thing to have around the house, anyway.

Since chapter seven (which was, even before this happened, a Cursed Chapter) is more-or-less confirmed safe, if out of communication, on Jack's hard drive, I will proceed on to chapter eight, via The Leewit, watch the snow, and attempt not to do or confront anything that will pluck my nerves today.

And now, to breakfast.
rolanni: (Default)
My desktop has stopped. Just stopped. I had opened my mail program, which downloaded the mail, reporting that some idiot wanted an acknowledgment that I had received hisorher email...then the whole machine just locked up and -- quit. I couldn't even control-alt-del out of it, I had to hit the off button.

Reported at length in case there's a fun new virus out there that's deployed with the pop-up of a return receipt box.


Anyhow, the machine won't come up, and every! single! word! that I had written today is gone, and I am...beyond sick.

Those of you expecting email from me -- it'll be an undetermined while. I have most of the book backed up to dropbox and have gotten it down to The Leewit. Not today's work of course; I'll have to totally rewrite that from the ground up.

*cries*
rolanni: (Marvin's not happy)
Every day for the past three days, exactly at 10:04 a.m., I have received a robo-call here at the day-job, sternly explaining that this is the second warning that the factory warranty on my vehicle is about to expire.

*Looks at 1997 Nissan. Expires of The Stoopid.*

In any case, Tired Of It Now. Really, really Tired of It Now.
rolanni: (walk in the snow)
OK. I set up a Whole New Default Style in .ott format edited: .odt, that should be and pasted the manuscript into that style-and-format. There were still a couple of holdout paragraphs that didn't want to embrace Arial, but I was able to insist on the default style. I have closed the file, opened it again, and lo! the formatting is stable. What will happen when I have to convert it into .rtf at the End of It All, God, She Knows. I'm hoping, of course, that stabilizing the file in one format means that it will heretofore remain stable in all formats. I mean, it should work that way, right?

Right.

Thanks to everyone who gave me the benefit of their experience on this.

In other news, unless the sun comes out pretty dern quick, I'm not going anywhere tomorrow.

Keep warm, everybody.
rolanni: (walk in the snow)
...They hover for a moment, then they fall on past.*

We got up early-ish in anticipation of the snow. Steve made a wonderful potato-and-sausage breakfast, put the towels in to wash, fed the birds, and started baking bread. My contribution to domestic productivity being the appreciative consumption of breakfast, folding the towels when they were dry, and alphabetizing the hundreds of tracking slips associated with the Great Eidolon Mailing. Those chores done, Hexapuma and I retired to the living room, I to read Fledgling, he to produce Sleep Rays.

Mozart is on the bed, also engaged in Sleep Ray production, while Scrabble is in Steve's office, chaperoning Win Ton and Theo.

It is, as I type, 2 degrees above zero(F) and snowing. We're told to expect on the order of 18 inches of snow -- a number that has remained disturbingly steady for the last 24 hours. On the one hand, I sure could use a snow-day tomorrow. On the other hand, I really would like it if the lights stayed on.

I did go back and plant that hook in Fledgling which added a handful of words -- nothing to signify.

As I'm going through the manuscript, I find that, not only is the spacing is Utterly Borked throughout, but the fonts skip from one to another, random as lambs in the springtime. Not best pleased with Open Office 3.0, me. I suppose, in some ways, my typewriter consciousness has finally caught up with me. On a typewriter -- here's a picture of a machine remarkably like the one I learned to type on for those of you too young to recall "typewriters."

With a typewriter, I say, one sets the line spacing by means of a ratchet. You may vary the line spacing within the document by manipulating the ratchet, but once the spacing is set for, say, double-space, it stays that way until you change it. None of this single, double, space-and-a-half at whim nonsense. I have always treated a word processor like an absurdly complex typewriter. I set my parameters -- in the case of this particular manuscript, double spaced, inch-round margins, Arial font (I know, I know, but it's easy for me to read) -- and I expect them to stay that way. I am not at all pleased to find that Evil Gremlins get into the file while it's closed and play skittles with the product.

I don't want to have to set paragraph styles every dern time I go to a new paragraph. I. Just. Want. To. Type. And to have what I type remain as I typed it, until I decide to change or delete it. This seems so simple and basic that it's Even More Infuriating when it doesn't work.

Ah, well... Today's task is the fast-read. After I pull the Brilliant Resolutions to those two plot-points out of my hat, then's the time to spell-check, fix the fracking formatting and put the book on a bus to our editor.

Where I hope it will arrive in readable condition.

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*Rachel's Song, James McMurtry
rolanni: (Eat Drums!)
Who can walk me through a procedure for insuring that Open Office 3.0 will actually SAVE the changes I make my manuscript?

Yesterday, I spent 20 minutes of my life reformatting a manuscript OO3 had whimsically decided to make single-spaced. And, yes, it was 20 minutes because, though the text is double-spaced, each chapter heading is single spaced, so we're not just talking a simple select-all-line-spacing-double. However, I made the changes, swearing the entire time, SAVED THE FILE and got on with writing the next chapter, in its own file.

This morning, having edited the chapter I wrote yesterday, I opened the master file, discovering to what delight you may imagine, that, yep, the whole damn' thing is single spaced again.

I note that OO3 wants me to Save Everything in whatever-the-heck its native format is. This is not an option as the manuscript will eventually, please ghod, go to someone who wishes it to be in .rtf format. Double-spaced. With the chapter headings single-spaced. And one-inch margins all around. No matter what Open Office 3.0 thinks is cool.

ARRRRRGGGGHHHHHH
rolanni: (Dr. Teeth)
Comodo Pro has been downloaded and installed on my computer, where it seems to be playing nicely with AVG anti-virus.

I'm afraid switching to a Mac isn't in this year's budget...
rolanni: (Default)
Zone Alarm informs me that it is expired. I have this evening already paid for, downloaded and had refunded my money for a two-year subscription. Why? Because (1) the License Key provided is "invalid" according to the Zone Alarm Control Center and (2) because I need to get (from MicroSmurf, no less) HotFix KB943232 from http://support.microsoft.com/kb/943232, which, err, seems not to exist.

Can anyone help me navigate these treacherous waters?

Can anyone suggest an alternative to Zone Alarm?

Abundant Spanish Aunts.

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