Once again, I risked the ire of my (lesser) boss and demanded a progress report so that you, both devoted readers will know what's going on behind the scenes. The look that came with the answer sent me clawing for cover.
"Still not a damned thing! Except for shorts, and blasted few of those, I haven't made progress on anything. It's no excuse but it's been a madhouse around here—even worse than usual. We had all those strangers (he means relatives) crawling all over the place for the so-called holidays then I had to pack up all my junk and move it to a different place for storage. Twice! Then that bleeding ice storm and moving down into the hybrid tin can/tar paper shack and now I don't even have an office, for screaming out loud! No excuses. Circumstances don't matter—they can't. If you let 'em, you'll starve to death before you get to perfect day to work. I'm just lazy."
Fair enough point, I suppose but, he's right. It has been crazy, even by cat standards. "So, what's coming up?"
"Well, it looks like I'll be at Midsouth Con the end of March, so there's my spring convention on the schedule. As far as writing, I got a bunch more papers from Drexler on nanotech but I think I'm going to hold off on more research until I get farther into the story. 'Tales Out of Miskatonic' is still supposed to come out sometime this year. 'Calamity's Child' is still being serialized over at RGR. Still no takers on 'Troll Snot' or 'Red Scythian'. That leaves me working on 'Chuin Sarte's Wall'; probably starting over again and trying to focus on character's more. I don't like the beginning—feels flat. Normally, I'd say just keep on writing and fix it after the book's done but, since I've been DOA so long, I think a restart is probably justified."
"Anything else?"
"Probably but I'm tired. Go away, cat. Your blog posts are non-billable hours."
And there we are. Anyone not already on the Mewses list who wants to kibitz on CSW as it gets grinding again, shoot me an email and I'll add you to the list. While you're at it, let me know if I should talk the Thin Man into another contest.
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I need to buy you an office.
And 'both readers' -- what, you saying only two read this here blog? -mildly- Brat. No pleasing some authors.
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No, She Who Must Not Be Named needs an office. You need to buy a house. The Thin Man just needs a few days without turmoil to get some work done.
I asked the Thin Man if he thought "both readers" was accurate and he said "No, that's just teasing and it's not fair...I don't think you've got that many." So, yes, there's no pleasing some authors. OTOH, Calamity's Child has paid out and issued its first royalty check (3 whole dollars but still, it's a check).
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