Questions

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Taking a break from painting, but can’t afford to be away from it for too long. One thing I’ve discovered about living in a valley in a more northerly latitude during wintertime is that daylight is a fleeting commodity. By about 3:30pm the light is pretty much gone, and when you’re painting floor and window trim especially, you kind of need it.

My office may be one of the last rooms we get sorted out. Too many others have priority. Which is fine—I have a functional workspace, so I can do what I need to do. I’ll just be doing it surrounded by boxes. Most of which I’d really like to get into. Especially my references, since The Emperor in Shadow sticks as closely to the historical timeline of actual events as I can manage. Working within a well-documented historical period is rather like writing sonnets—you are working with strictures on what you can and cannot do, and the trick is to be creative within those constraints. Indeed, I find that they work with me more than against. Sort of like, “Well, if this thing happened then, what was going on behind the scenes? What do we not know about it?”

Asking the right question at the right time is a hell of a lot better than knowing all the answers to the wrong questions. If writing doesn’t teach a person that much right off, they’re just not paying attention.

Another Fine Mess

New OfficeMy new office. Or it will be once I figure out what boxes go in the attic and what needs to be unpacked and what sort of physical storage object type thing they need to be unpacked into, and well, you get the idea. Our stuff was delivered (mostly) intact. Which means it all has to be sorted out and placed where it can be most useful. Some of it will likely fall into the “Why did I think I needed this?” category and be purged or stored.

One thing I haven’t talked about too much because it’s both serious and embarrassing: almost literally the day before the movers were set to pick up our stuff so we could hit the road for Upstate, my hard drive died. Shouldn’t have been a problem. I keep backups. Only 1) Primary backup proved almost useless and 2) Secondary backup I managed to lose in the move. I don’t know how I managed it, but I did. I was looking at the almost complete loss of all my working files, including my story inventory and the work to date on The Emperor in Shadow. Fortunately I also had a third backup, not quite as up to date as the first two, but I was able to recover my story inventory. I still have some hope of recovering the working fileas on TEIS too, but it’ll be a few days before I can know that one way or another. It could happen, but if not I’m looking at starting over. Sigh.

Wouldn’t be the first time.

Story Reprint

The Queen’s Reason, originally published in Lady Churchill’s Rosebud Wristlet in 2010, has been reprinted in the current issue of Lightspeed Magazine. Check it out.

“The courtiers and servants did their best to conceal the truth, but that was a losing battle. The final straw, so to speak, was when their beautiful young queen managed to elude her Ladies in Waiting and greet the South Islands Confederation ambassador while wearing only a skirt made of broom straw and a gardenia pot for a hat. After that incident there was little point in denying the obvious: Mei Janda II, newly crowned Queen of Lucosa, was barking mad.”

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.