Eagles Over the Kennebec

"Time is what keeps everything from happening at once."

Hah.

UPDATE:  Finished my tyop read of Diviner's Bow last night.  Received a anonymous gift of Walker's Mince Pies in the mail, and! the Tax Packet in email.  Collapsed in the Command Chair and listened to The Goblin Emperor because my eyes wouldn't focus.  Went to bed early so I could ditto get up, this morning.

Wednesday. Up before the sun. I say this in literal truth. Warm already, going to be warmer.

Breakfast was pumpernickel bread with cream cheese; finishing up the first cup of tea.

Tax Packet printing as I type -- no, I take that back. Paper jam. Print job stalled and restarted. Welcome to the Tax Packet, and the first of many ggggrrrrrrrs.

. . . and another paper jam.

. . . and another.

Finally back in business as Rook has appointed himself Overseer of the Print Job, and has turned his Fell Gaze upon the machinery.

Today's plan is to start the tyop log, go to gym 9:30ish, get my hair cut 10:45ish, go to the grocery and maybe the post office, assuming I can find a place to park, then come home and get back to work.

As I plan, it doesn't have much to recommend it, and I'm still behind on things I WANT to do, some of which I may have to jettison.

All together now -- Adulting is Hard.

Everybody have a good day. Please feel free to talk among yourselves.

Below, the fruits of the hunt, and a candid portrait of Firefly.

Well . . . keeping up with the Tyop Hunt, mostly.  It always amazes me, how Steve and I can find eight pages of typos, open the Hunt to eARC readers, and start receiving the pages of typos we didn't find.

What's even more astonishing is that Every. Single. Tyop. Hunter. has found at least one, and often several more, typos that got past everyone else.

So, anyhow -- keep 'em coming, folks.  Your help is appreciated, and, obviously, much needed.

Instructions and links: eARC, Tyop Hunting Guidelines, &c at this location.

Aside the Tyop Hunt, I've been marveling at the Maine weather, which has gone from summery to snow in four days -- the last manifestation being snow on the overnight, with summer promised again tomorrow.

I've also been trying to get some work in edgewise on the -- yes, yes, As Yet Untitled -- WIP.  I did manage to read the 300 pages that currently exist in Shared Reality -- that's about 62,000 words, or half a book (for reference, Salvage Right is just a hair over 132,000 words).

The week upcoming promises many excitements, including Trooper's annual visit to his vet -- who adores him, and yet he remains aloof -- and culminating in a visit to the oncologist stupidly early on Friday.  That may warrant a Writer's Day Off.  I mean, since we'll be out, and all...

So!  That's what I've been doing.  Thanks for asking.

So ends the Great 2022 Fair Trade Tyop Hunt! Steve and I thank everyone who participated for the gift of your sharp eyes, your time, and your energy! The corrections and the list of names have been forwarded to Baen.

Thirty-five Mighty Hunters bagged dozens of wily tyops before the 9 pm Eastern time deadline on September 9.

The tyops and the list of participating hunters has been sent on to Baen.  You may rest now, Mighty Tyop Hunters -- rest in the warmth of our gratitude and affection.

WHAT'S IN IT FOR ME?  All Tyop Hunters get their name printed on the acknowledgement page of all editions of the book that have an acknowledgements page.  BE CERTAIN to tell me in your note how you want your name listed on that page.  If you don't, I'll use whatever appears in the FROM section of your email.