Disassembly of Reason

Unh.

Yanno what's interesting? What's interesting is that there are Twenty-Five PAGES of Characters/Places/Weird Words/Ship Names for Kin Right.

Yeah. Cutting it down. Good thing I finished writing the book early.

Tomorrow is Tuesday, which is Errand Day, finishing up with needlework, so Wednesday, I'll get back with hacking down the "Cast of Characters."

Rookie is demanding Happy Hour and I'm in sympathy, because I'm kinda hungry myownself. Guess the little frozen wontons from the back of the freezer weren't all that sustaining. Good to know.

Everybody have a good evening; I'll check in tomorrow.

Earlier today, Firefly decided to do a surprise inspection of the clean clothes:

Lazy Monday. Glary and already warmer than it was yesterday. The weatherbeans have put all their tokens down on 60F/16C.

I slept "late," had a leisurely shower, sat in the window while Tali stood on my lap and slapped me with her tail (in her defense, there are a zillion crazy little brown birds hopping around the lawn). Had cottage cheese and some grapes and called it breakfast. Not sure what I'm going to do about lunch. Take out? I finished a book, after all. That used to be an excuse -- like we needed one -- to celebrate.

Made a list of things to do after I finish up the bookkeeping parts of Kin Right, and it turns out that I have A Number of things to catch up before I have to start the next book, in addition to having time to bake, so that's a relief.

Today's plan, as soon as I'm finished here, is to start putting my working Weird Words List into some kind of order, and to finish the laundry. In re the latter, I can report that the first load of towels is in the washer, and the cats are in Steve's office, doubtless writing a Memo to be placed in my file.

How's Monday starting out for you?

And today's blog post title is of course brought to you by Dire Straits, "Money for Nothin'"

Saturday. Sunny and cool.

I'm going to make a real push to finish reading/editing Kin Right /t/o/d/a/y this weekend. Which means!

I may be scarce on the internets.

Love you all. If you're going out to the big street parties today, be careful.

Thursday morning, quickly. Warm and looking for precipitation of an Undecided Configuration.

Firefly and I had a Very Serious Talk while we enjoyed the Happy Lite, and find ourselves as one on every topic of importance.

Breakfast was oatmeal with semi-sweet chips and almond butter. Lunch will be a garnet yam. In-between will be entering corrections to Kin Right. I'm about half-done with the narrative, after, I need to write a Thing and also the cast of characters. Then? It will be free to leave the building.

One of the things I intend to do, once Kin Right has gone on to its next stop on the publication trail is to reissue the Fey Duology as an electronic omnibus. At the moment, I am leaning toward making it available through Baen only, for completeists. It can't go up on Amazon, because I can't cope with the grief they will give me regarding my ownership of the content. Such discussion always made more enjoyable by the off-stage threat that Amazon will delete all of my content if its AI or whoever's answering the phone today decides that I'm lying.

Sigh. Thus, the Brave New World.

And a phone call! The computer repair shop reports that my printer is fixed and ready to come home. Two hours on the bench; $100. Bargain.

But now? I need to get another cup of tea, Tali having just inspected the mug on my desk and pronouncing the beverage icky -- and go make corrections in a manuscript.

What's happening with you today?
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And! Correx entered. Printer home, where it immediately found and log itself into the home network and printed me a lovely copy of the printer for LUC6.

Well worth $100.

Now to chop up onions and get lunch cooking.
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I used to adore the internet, back in the day before it became a hellhole.

That is all.
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Brought to the top because apparently I needed to say this. In re the internet, and Miller and Lee.

The green-screens were Da Pits, but the connectivity was mind-blowing. We were part of the early BBS networks in the mid-1980s, before we moved to Maine, which was about people connecting with people. Then when we came to Maine, in 1988, and found out there were nothing like it in our part of Maine, Steve got so offended he built Circular Logic, which became one of the biggest and most sophisticated bulletin board systems in the state, (this is still prior to the W(orld) W(ide) W(eb)), which is how we got hooked up with I-want-to-say-Usenet -- EDITED TO ADD: FIDOnet -- the listserv that went 'round the world, and arrived at Circular Logic at about 2 am every day, and had to be uploaded to the conversation section of the BBS, so people who were talking to their friends in Australia would get their answer in a timely manner, which is how we eventually got connected to Pardoz, who set up the very first Liaden Interest thread that went 'round the world, and so the Friends of Liad were born.

Steve had actually been on ... bah. ARPANET? when he was doing online cataloging at University of Maryland, before I met him, in the late 1970s.

Well. Sorry about that. Guess my fingers needed exercise.

Today's blog post title brought to you by Crosby, Stills, and Nash, "Southern Cross"

What went before: Tuesday: So, that was no fun. Woke up sobbing sometime around midnight, apparently so I could buckle down and get the thing done properly. The cats piled on and did their best; Rook left at one point and came back with one of the floppy foxes he uses as wrasslin trainers when Tali don't wanna, and tucked it under my chin.

Long story short, I finally went back to bed around 7, woke up around 10, with a headache naturally, and all things taken up and tallied, I do believe that today I'm taking one of my banked Sick Days.

Do feel free to talk among yourselves.
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Wednesday. Sunny and going to be warmer.

Slept long and hard, assisted by coon cats. Woke up hungry, but haven't done anything about that yet. I'm thinking scrambled eggs and sausage are on the menu, as soon as I'm finished here.

Today, I need to go out and run errands. Notably, I need to take the Epson ink jet to the repair shop. The proposition that I do so was not met with Wild Enthusiasm, but an agreement that they could "look at it" and see if it was something simple. If not, printers being so twitchy and hard to fix and all, the advice is that I would be "better off" buying a new one. So, we'll see, I guess.

Also need to go to the grocery store and probably the post office. Then back home for some more reading of the WIP. Oh, and figuring out how to cancel Cook Unity, instead of just stalling it, which is what I did for this week.

I still have the lingering rags of a headache, and I'm inclined to call Foul, but, hey, maybe breakfast will help. EDITED TO ADD: Breakfast has been et. Feeling much more The Thing.

How's everybody doing?
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Ink Jet Printers: A Teaching Fable.

Once upon a time, printers were rated as to the number of pages per week they could be expected to handle without having a screaming breakdown. Those printers that could handle a heavy workload, week in and out, were called "office printers."

We here at the Cat Farm and Confusion Factory legitimately ran offices: we printed letters, and manuscripts, and flyers, and all sorts of things, and because we subscribed to the Asimov Theory of Typewriters (paraphrased): "Always have a spare, and a spare for the spare, because you don't ever want to be in a position where broken technology means you can't write" -- we each had our own printer and (usually) a printer that still kinda sorta worked, which had been semi-retired, and could be pressed back into service in case Catastrophe Struck.

We bought, in a word, for the Ages. At the moment there are two high-capacity printers in this house, both inkjets, both work horses, neither cheap. Both are, yes, more than 8 years old, because I remember Steve carrying them into this house like they were infants.

In comparison, back in 2012, I went to live for a month at the ocean, where I was going to be finishing the second Carousel book and making a good start on the third. Obviously, I needed a printer, but! I didn't want to schlepp my good printer to the ocean and risk getting sand in the workings.

So, I went to Staples and I bought, I kid you not, a sixty dollar inkjet printer, which came with two ink cartridges, guaranteeing, I think, 600 pages between them. Subsequent cartridges cost Approximately The Earth. Important Plot Point.

Off to the ocean I went. The Sixty Clam Printer worked flawlessly for the entire time I was away, and I did not stint it. When the month ended, I brought it home, and put it online as a "spare," mostly to use up what was left of the ink.

Two weeks after I got home, the Sixty Clam Printer died the true-death, without even finishing the ink in the second cartridge. I took it to the local computer recycling joint, and waved good-bye. Sixty Clams owed me nothing, and it certainly wasn't worth getting it fixed, not with what the home office was charging for ink, and I had a Good Printer at home.

Moral! Not all ink jet printers are cheap pieces of crap that ought to just be thrown away when they develop a glitch. Analysis is worth your time.

Thank you for coming to my TED talk.