Dream Time

Our Lady of 47 Ursae Majoris Uff, what a night. That combination of cold medicine and antihistamine sent me to a very strange place. I dreamed an entire series of stories, far future dystopian with some nasty day to day situations to get through and people barely recognizable as human, at least on an emotional level, yet recognizable enough. Not my usual thing at all. They were so vivid that at one point it was as if I was remembering that I had read them and trying to remember who the author was.

Then I realized that I had never read them before, or even heard of anything like them. So maybe I’m supposed to write them. If I can capture the tone of those dreams it’ll be worth it, yet they still have to wait their turn. After the book is done.

Home Again

IMG_0402Three days on the road with two energetic cats and we’re home. I apparently picked up an allergy of some sort in Bowling Green, KY. Which is a shame, really, since I’ve always liked Bowling Green. Never had an allergic reaction like this before. I hope whatever triggered it is a rare thing, only to be found in Bowling Green, since I’m not likely to be back there any time soon, or ever.

There’s a lot to do in the new house, but we knew that. The boys are exploring. One has already discovered the radiator covers, which are probably about as close to the perfect cat bed ever invented. There are also chipmunks and fat squirrels loitering on the hillside, The boys can’t wait until the cat doors are installed. Personally, I can.

After we finish cleaning, the next step is for the movers to arrive and pile boxes everywhere. I’m not sure what a normal life is or if we’ll have one, but I do know the next few months are going to be interesting.

Publisher’s Giveaway

WRITING 02I didn’t do it this time. Prime Books has arranged for a giveaway for two Prime Books editions: The War God’s Son, but also Word Puppets by Mary Robinette Kowal. Go here to enter. Deadline is November 24th for Word Puppets and November 25th for The War God’s Son.

I may be scarce for a few days. I’m back in Mississippi to help finish packing for the move, and then to transport the rest of our household back to Upstate. I’ll try to get back on something as close to an even keel as I ever manage once we’re settled. However long that takes.

Words have power. You can tell, because in the wake of the tragedies in Paris and Beirut and Baghdad, so many people are misusing them. Sad and angry as I might be at the moment, I want to think about that for a bit before I say anything.

How Many People Does it Take to Remove a 400lb Radiator?

IMG_0402And it’s no joke.

The answer is four—one who knows how to disconnect it and three who know how to move it. I’m talking about one of the old-fashioned hot water heat radiators apparently still very common in Upstate. It’s all new to me. I come from a place where we either had woodstoves or butane gas (flame) heaters in every room. Then, later, central air and heat. Only Upstate is not so big on the central air (in Mississippi, where the heat seldom drops below mid 70’s at night in summer and below 90-95 during the day, A/C was a matter of survival. Here, well, we’ll see). Yet in the relatively short time I’ve been here, I’ve come to appreciate the old radiator heating system. No hot air blowing on you and drying everything out. Heating oil is expensive but then so is the power for an electric furnace. One drawback is that radiators take up floor space, but not necessarily huge amounts.

There was, however, one exception. You take a right turn from our front door and there is the the landing for the stairs. There was also this monster of a radiator, bigger than any other one in the house, so big that you practically had to squeeze by it to get to the stairs. We couldn’t figure it out. It didn’t produce more heat than the others, and what it did went up the stairwell. Only, hot air rises so it was going to do that anyway. Consulted with plumber who knows these systems, found out he was as baffled as we were. Took up huge amount of room. Made no difference or sense. Had to go. Easier said than done. Disconnecting it was no big deal. The piping to complete the water loop under the floor had to be linked, also no biggie.

Removing the radiator? Biggie. It easily weighed four hundred pounds and the two of us couldn’t move it more than few feet. Fortunately, the plumber guy knew a guy, who brought a couple strapping lads with him. Together they managed to get the thing out the door and down the hill to a trailer to haul it away. The wooden porch and steps barely supported it. They had to slide it down the bank because there was no way to take it down all the stairs without killing themselves. So it’s gone. Heat still works. Which is good, ’cause that thing ain’t coming back. I can’t imagine how anyone got it there in the first place. Or why.

It was a bit of a bummer to be within sixty miles of where the World Fantasy Con was being held this year in Saratoga Springs and not being able to go. As I’ve said before, I’m not huge on conventions these days, but I’d make an exception for WFC. It’s one of the best.

Thanks to everyone who participated in the ebook giveaway for Hereafter, and After. It’s still one of my favorite stories. If this raises its visibility even a little, it will have been worth it. If it doesn’t, well, lesson learned.

Ebook Giveaway — Hereafter, and After

Hereafter, and After2Starting Wednesday, November 4th and ending on Friday, November 6th, the Kindle ebook edition of my novella, Hereafter, and After, normally $2.99, will be available for the special price of nothing, nada, & bupkis. My warped view of what allegedly comes after the mortal coil thing. Heaven, Hell, plus the Twilight of the Gods, all in one story. Introduction by the esteemed Andy Duncan. Seriously, you’d pass that up?