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Some thoughts on aging...

Different people age differently.

What's my main issue with aging?  My eyes.

But not really.

I'm naturally near-sighted, but have worn contacts since I was 15. I hate glasses. I will not have Lasix because my prescription keeps changing. That would be throwing money away.

My current contact lenses are adjusted for distance, forcing me to wear reading glasses after I've been working for a while.  By the time evening rolls around, my eyes are tired enough that I can't read small print or see fine detail without 1.75 glasses.

So it's not completely an aging issue. It's also a prescription choice.

But here's one of the things that most younger people don't think about (unless they have vision issues.):

I cannot do a mani-pedi.

When I'm in my shower (no contacts) I can hold up my hands and see my fingernails clearly, but  I cannot see detail on my feet (and really can't hold them as close to my face as I can my hands.)  This also has ramifications for leg-shaving, by the way.

Once I'm out of the shower and put in my contact lenses, I can see my feet well enough, but can no longer see detail on my fingernails.  So once my contact lenses are in, my nail polish won't stay inside the lines.


What's my point?

Well, remember that aunt who had that funny hair growing out of her chin? Or the old uncle who had dirt under his fingernails. Or the cousin with funky feet?

They may not be able to see those issues (and may not be able/willing to pay someone to do it). Don't point it out, just cut them some slack.


And if you're writing older characters, remember that some of the older ones should have vision issues.



Friday Catch-up + Tiny Snippet

I've rearranged my office finally, but since I haven't hung any of my art yet, I don't have any pictures.

Despite the clean office, I'm taking a couple of hours to work in the bagel cafe, since it's raining.  Rain is Alwyn's favorite weather, so he's constantly pestering me to go outside.  By pestering I mean barking. Loudly and near-continually.  :;sighs::

So I've come to the cafe to do a quick blog post and get to work.

I'm currently working on The Sins of the Fathers, the sequel  to Dreaming Death. Unfortunately, when Shironne goes down to live in the Fortress, she can't describe it for the reader. She's blind, so it's a real challenge for me to describe the place.

Tiny snippet:

So she allowed Tabita to lead her out into that first vast area--the commons. According to Mikael, the Fortress was very bland, with gray walls, gray floors, and glowing ceilings that provided the light within its depths. The walls held no paintings or tapestries, no wallpaper. There were, in a few places, geometric designs painted in shades of gray that were meant to give the unruly minds of children something to think about. It was commonplace to Mikael, nothing worth noticing.

To Shironne it was different, a place where breezes blew oddly clean air about. Where the walls sang to themselves, air and water moving through them like a human's veins. Legend claimed that the Fortress was alive, and she believed it.

Various and Sundry

Once again, I haven't been around much here.  I've been working on proposals, which my agent finally OKayed yesterday.  I hate writing proposals with a passion, and I'm under far less stress now that I'm done with them.  (Seriously, this process takes me months.)
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I'm supposed to be working on The Sins of the Fathers, the sequel to Dreaming Death, until the DD edits come in (expected near the end of the month.)  Because it was partially written, I already have down almost 90K.  I'll actually end up cutting more than I keep, I suspect.

Also, it's kinda scary to be writing this, since there's no contract out there.  In other words, I may not sell this one to Penguin, If they don't bite (meaning if my sales of previous books aren't good enough), then I won't be able to sell it to anyone else since Penguin holds the rights to DD.  That's they way contracts tend to work.  So I'm working on something that I may sell, or I may end up self publishing farther down the line.  Ah, well.
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I'm stuck at home today since a workman showed up here unexpectedly.  They actually called and set up a time to come last Monday...but then no one showed.  After making inquiries, I found out that they didn't even have the materials in the warehouse, and so the manager didn't even know why someone had called to set the appointment.  Quite annoying.  He told me that they actually expected the merch in on Friday, and that someone would call to set up an appt then.  No one ever called, so I assumed that the merch didn't arrive.

Today as I was leaving the house to go to the bagel cafe to work, I spotted a truck pulling into my neighborhood.  I waited, and it stopped in front of my house.  It was the gutter guy.

No one had called to warn me. No email or text.  They were just lucky I hadn't left a minute or two earlier.
Ugh.

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The Hugos.  Don't want to talk about it. Trying not to read any more about it. Ain't nobody got time for that.

Friday Fill-in-the-Blank:

When I'm reading, I'm most likely to skip/skim _____________________.

The countdown has officially begun...

...to the release of Book 3, The Shores of Spain on July 7.

And I know it's official because yesterday afternoon, I got my ARCs.
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So that makes it official official.

The Mass Market paperback of The Seat of Magic also comes out the same day, and eventually I hope in the UK and Europe.  I know that's when the MM of The Golden City hit foreign shelves...a couple of weeks after the US release.

That means 4 months until the series is closed out.

Because of the double book drop, I'm beginning to send out bookmarks to people willing to drop them on swag tables at various cons, or put a few in their library. 10982493_10206248018222403_2845584311878409762_n

So if you're heading to a cool con in the next 3 months and are willing to put out a few, let me know and I can mail some to you.


And I'm working on Book 5 right now, tentatively named The Sins of the Fathers. There are already about 300 pages written, but since one story facet was edited out of Dreaming Death, that will actually drop that down to about 200, giving me some wiggle room to get the book wrapped up.

So the next 4 months will be full of crazy....scary crazy.

Late to the party, as usual...

When I saw it in the theater, I enjoyed Guardians of the Galaxy.  Not as much as I did The Avengers or The Winter Soldier.  But I did enjoy it.

However, on further consideration, I've decided that I like it the best of all the Marvel movies so far.  In no small part, that's because of this:5566c1ff1587114e61bbb250834021c611ba3192

This is literally the music of my childhood. (That makes me feel a bit old, since it was supposedly the childhood music of Peter Quill's mother.)  And hearing it during the movie forged an instant connection for me.

But unlike the other Marvel movies, these characters are goofballs. (There's a scene where Quill calls them 'losers', but he doesn't mean that in the sense that they're bad people. Rather he points out that they're all people who've lost.)  There's a lot more humor in this movie than the others. On rewatching the movie, I spend a greal deal more time laughing than I do when watching the others.

And of course, there's the Dance Off:

The last time I watched this movie, they got to that part, and I absolutely wanted to see Lee Pace dance. ;o)

All that is to say that humor goes a long way.

Friday First Lines #3

OK, here are set 3 of the Friday First lines. The challenge here is to see if you recognize them, so no looking them up on the internet!

In addition, the ones that are italicized are translated from another language (which means, among other things, that they may slightly differ from your copy.)

Also, one of these is a short story.

Good luck!


  1. When Danny came home from the army he learned that he was an heir and an owner of property.


  1. For want of a nail the kingdom was lost--that's how the catechism goes when you boil it down.


  1. A squat grey building of only 34 stories.


  1. "Couldn't you give more'n six peanuts for a cent?" was a question asked by a very small boy, with big, staring eyes, of a candy vendor at a circus booth.


  1. Lov Bensey trudged homeward through the deep white sand of the gully-washed tobacco road with a sack of winter turnips on his back.


  1. When he was nearly thirteen, my brother Jem got his arm badly broken at the elbow.


  1. The time-traveller (for so it will be convenient to speak of him) was expounding a recondite matter to us.


  1. True!-nervous-very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad?


  1. Buck did not read the newspapers, or he would have known that trouble was brewing, not alone for himself, but for every tide-water dog, strong of muscle and with warm, long hair, from Puget Sound to San Diego.


  1. It was the best of times, it was the worst of times...


(FWIW, I don't know what 3 of these are....)

The world where everything is annoying...

It's not a secret that I had a Radical Hysterectomy in December.  (I know that's TMI for some people, but I don't see any reason that it should be kept secret. It's not something to be ashamed of...)

Anyhow, one of the side effects of the radical hysterectomy is an abrupt drop in hormones, meaning that you're suddenly plunged into menopause.  Full-fledged hot-flash-filled girly-issues menopause.  Nothing gradual or tentative about this.

For the most part, the physical symptoms are tolerable.

What frustrates me most is that everything frustrates me now.  I get upset (weepy) more easily as well, and find that things like criticism are twice as hard to tolerate as before.  ::deep breath::

I'm waiting a few months to see how this settles out (before I decide whether I need to resort to HRT.)

So if I seem cranky when you run across me at a con, I probably am...


ETA: My internal voice says a lot more cusswords now, even if I don't say them aloud.

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Friday First Lines

OK, here are set 2 of the Friday First lines. The challenge here is to see if you recognize them, so no looking them up on the internet!

In addition, the ones that are italicized are translated from another language (which means, among other things, that they may slightly differ from your copy.)

Good luck!

11) In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth.

12) Eh bien, mon prince, so Genoa and Lucca are now no more than family estates of the Bonapartes.

13) The first place that I can remember well was a large pleasant meadow with a pond of clear water in it.

14) Late in the afternoon of a chilly day in February, two gentlemen were sitting alone over their wine, in a well furnished dining parlor, in the town of P_______.

15) Serene was a word you could put to Brooklyn, New York.

16) The drought had lasted now for ten million years, and the reign of the terrible lizards had long since ended.

17) The year 1866 was signalized by a remarkable incident, a mysterious and puzzling phenomenon, which doubtless no one has yet forgotten.

18) In that place the wind prevailed.

19) Mrs. May lived in two rooms in Kate’s parents’ house in London.

20) Squire Trelawney, Dr. Livesey, and the rest of these gentlemen have asked me to write down the whole particulars about….


ETA: I don’t know what 18 and 19 are. So if you know those, I’ll probably end up taking your word for it ;o)

Friday First Lines

Years and years ago I was given a First Line Challenge: Basically to identify the title and author of each of these books/stories. Some of them, I have to admit, I still haven't identified.

So here are the first 10. If you know the book and author, leave it in the comments*


1. A column of smoke rose thin and straight from the cabin chimney.

2. Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank, and having nothing to do...

3. It was a dark and stormy night.

4. 1801-I have just returned from a visit to my landlord...

5. Mr. Jones of Manor Farm had hocked the henhouses for the night, but was too drunk to remember to shut the popholes.

6. Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin.

7. The Mole had been working hard all morning, spring-cleaning his little home.

8. He came into the world in the middle of the thicket...

9. When I left my office that beautiful spring day, I had no idea what was in store for me.

10. The primroses were over.

(FWIW, for two of these I don't know the correct answer. Seriously. But I'm not going to tell you which two to keep you honest.)


Have fun. It's Friday...

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*I'm trying to think of some sort of prize for the person who gets the most first, but that would be really hard to judge, and I don't have much to give away other than copies of my books, and I don't know if you'd want that as a prize anyway....

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