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My chakras aligned! The power flows to my hand! We have achieved liftoff!

The work week did not start out well.

Sunday, we went out for a relatively late dinner. It’s been forever since my acid reflux was a problem but eating a large meal late, plus a chocolate dessert, plus a glass of wine made it kick in. It was still kicking in as I went to bed so zero sleep. Monday night was almost as bad — I fell into the “I have to sleep, I have to sleep!” state of mind and as y’all may know, that guarantees someone won’t sleep well.

(From a trip to our auto dealer for an oil change recently. I’ve no idea why geese consider the parking lot such a happening place).

Tuesday night I expected more of the same, particularly given I’d be getting to bed late due to a writer’s group meeting. But nope — it wasn’t quite enough but it was a normal, solid night of sleep. Waking up in the morning felt so good, hence the title of this post. It helped that for the first time in a while, I drew up a tighter schedule for my day’s activities. With the dogs and their increasing health needs, staying on schedule has become increasingly difficult so I started writing down tasks for the day and not worrying about the hour by hour structure. It turns out even if I don’t follow it exactly, hour by hour works better for me. Lesson learned!

That kept me going the rest of the week but my insomnia Monday and Tuesday meant the productive days were undercut by the dazed ones. And it’s not like I caught up on sleep the rest of the week. And the acid reflux lingered, which is unpleasant, plus I had a sore shoulder. Happily, they’ve cleared up — at my age I always worry they’re the first sign of permanent loss of function.

All that said, here’s my week in writing:

I sold four ebook copies of Southern Discomfort on Amazon. I know, it puts money in Bezos’ pocket, but next to hand-selling at cons, it’s still my largest sales channel. Also one copy of Questionable Minds. Thanks, whoever you are who bought them!

I got the PDF of Watching Jekyll and Hyde for me to proof and index. The schedule’s tight but doable.

So is the schedule for using my Draft2Digital and Amazon accounts to get Become the Sky ready for release mid-November. Both together, though? It will be tough. I’m currently making a last pass over the manuscript to spot any last typos and yes, I found some. Once that’s done, hopefully it will be smooth sailing, though I’ve often had to adjust the formatting to make it come out right on D2D. Fingers crossed, not too much difficulty.

Oh, and I still have Local Reporter articles to do for November. Plus I need to take a couple of days off soon for personal stuff. Overall, accomplishing the Big Three is doable, but not easily doable. But hey, if the job was gonna be easy, they wouldn’t have sent me to do it!

The dogs have demanded some attention too. Trixie used to just gulp her pills down in a little ball of soft food; now she needs them ground up, spread on a plate of soft food, with enough stuff added (chicken, pumpkin, treats or similar enhancers) that she’ll eat it … slowly. This expands the morning and evening dosing time. Plus she’s still having to go out more frequently because of her incontinence issues. It’s distracting but she’s my little girl, and I will adjust. It did get a lot easier after my mid-week reboot. Perhaps that will keep up.

To compensate for the stress of the added demands, I made a chocolate cake.

It helped a lot. Though it’s not so good for the reflux.

Over at Atomic Junk Shop I got in posts about the unsuccessful TV series Time Express and the way the Bronze Age revived unsuccessful superheroes along with supervillains.

Wish me luck. If I can get everything done by deadline next month, I am so going to celebrate, though I’m not yet sure how.

Southern Discomfort cover by Sam Collins, Become the Sky by Sonya Lano. All rights to images remain with current holders.

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How not to write about politics (and some related matters)

CNN: “The Senate on Monday passed a major bill to overhaul college athletics with a large bipartisan vote, 77-22.”

That is an impressively bad opening because I have no idea why this is important news. “Major bill” means nothing. “Overhaul college athletics” could mean anything. We get two more paragraphs before we learn the bill will “set national standards for how college athletes can profit on their name, image and likeness.”

We then get a whole boatload of He Says/She Says. Ted Cruz says it offers “simple, commonsense rules.” The NCAA supports it. The AFL-CIO and the NAACP oppose it. It quotes the Toddler saying “It will not only save college sports, it will save the colleges themselves” which adds nothing (is anyone surprised).

I get down 11 paragraphs before I learn anything of substance about the bill, including that it allows the NCAA to regulate player compensation. Given the controversy over this topic, I’d have liked more specifics. Near the end it quotes Cruz saying the bill will protect players’ ability to profit from their name and likeness, which is important. The NCAA has routinely shut down side hustles on the ground the player is (for example) selling art based on their fame as a player, which violates the sacred amateur standards of the multi-million dollar college sports industry. Another sponsor says it will stop colleges from splurging on sports to stay competitive so they can divert money into research or AI (siiiigh) — how does the bill do that? I will note that none of this is new: Rocky and Bullwinkle took shots at college spending on sports back in the 1960s and the 1935 movie Fighting Youth pointed out the contradictions of a big, profitable business that insists the player should do it for free (though this criticism is placed in the mouths of commie subversives).

I took a look at the bill and it’s not so long I wouldn’t have been able to read it if I’d been assigned to cover the story. Obviously a reporter can’t interpret what it means or what the actual effect will be. Even so, some specific quotes from the bill would have grounded it in something other than He Says She Says. For instance, the bill says colleges cannot penalize a player or restrict their eligibility because they made money off their likeness or their name somehow. Cruz saying what his bill does might be spin; seeing the actual words is something else.

There’s also a lot of specific details about financing, which is presumably how colleges will save money. Though I’m curious, given that coaches routinely pull down megabucks (not something that used to be the case), whether it will really divert money away from sports or just from athletes. Which might be more detail that CNN had time to get into.

Still, at least CNN is making a sincere attempt to cover the topic. By contrast, here’s a WaPo headline:

Portraying the Toddler as someone who’s really trying to help us poor, struggling consumers? With ideas like bringing in mystery meat from overseas (supplied by someone Melania Trump knows)? And when it’s his tariffs and his stupid Iran war that are shaping the economic landscape? And as the comment at the bottom says, the headline dances around the Toddler’s complete ineffectiveness — he hasn’t failed, things “have failed so far to pan out.” It’s quite possible the article is better, but given Bezos’ hamfisted handling of the Washington Post, I wouldn’t bet on it.

Bari Weiss, meanwhile, continues to face-palm as head of CBS News. A common argument on the left is that this is new owner David Ellison’s diabolical plan to destroy the media, but as Scott Lemieux says at the link, “there is no evidence for this and plenty of evidence against it. Everything about Weiss’s career suggests that she wants to be an influential propagandist, not somebody who produces a show with declining ratings that nobody likes and is forced to resign in disgrace. She has run a successful group blog pandering to an audience who thinks that Pete Hegseth is the second coming of Clausewitz, and genuinely doesn’t seem to understand that this relatively small sector of Silicon Valley executives and anti-anti-Trump fanatics is not remotely enough to sustain a broadcast news audience. The Ellisons almost certainly have the same delusion, and indeed I would bet a high-end Tiffany bracelet that they sincerely think that Weiss is a mildly contrarian liberal. And the biggest problem of all is that none of them have any respect for the actual craft that goes into TV news, including partisan operations. Making propaganda people want to watch is an art in its own way. Rupert Murdoch understands this and hires people who can execute it.”

I think this has something in common with this comment about decadence.

Which is echoed here.

That includes not appreciating how much skill it takes to do something well. Sure, science can be wrong, medicine can be wrong, regulators make mistakes. This does not mean the opinions of the man in the street are just as good. Or that listening to your Facebook group about the benefits of raw milk for toddlers is a good idea. And contrary to the ever-wrong RFK Jr., AI is not better informed than a good doctor, nor is it essential they consult it.

Case in point, this argument for why school is inherently feminine (posted by Celeste Davis at Matriarchal Blessing)

This is in the first place (and second and third) factually wrong. If men couldn’t obey the military would be a women’s organization. Corporate America would be run by women. Schools for centuries were men only; teachers set the rules and required boys to obey them. And refusing to listen to someone who knows more than you is not “masculine,” it’s stupid. Refusing to learn is in no way admirable.

Despite my reservations about Susan Jacoby’s The Age of American Unreason, she has a point that losing respect for intellectual and practical skill is not a good thing.

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A bumpy flight but it feels like I landed the plane

The end of September was not as productive as I’d hoped.

Monday through Wednesday I was busy working on my two Local Reporter articles, one on September’s big town council meeting, one a listicle of Carrboro nonprofits. It shouldn’t have taken three days but I was still tired from last week. Plus Trixie’s incontinence continued into this week, off and on. Plus I took her to a vet appointment Tuesday, then my flu and covid shots Wednesday became the excuse for a larger series of errands: library, cat food, dog drugs. Plus some paperwork that needed doing only the relevant website refused to cooperate. I have no idea if it’s malfunctioning or badly designed.

It doesn’t help that Trixie’s decided she wants to get up earlier. If she gets up just as I’m starting my day, it throws me way off. I lose the one to two dog-free hours I normally enjoy in the morning and coping with her as well as the cats makes it surprisingly hard to focus. But I’ll never say no to her.

Could you? And it’s not like it’s her fault or anything, even when snuggled next to me, she peed on my pants in her sleep.

Thursday, though, I got back in the swing of things. A lot of little tasks related to Become the Sky. Some groundwork for my next Local Reporter articles. And I began replotting Let No Man Put Asunder by thinking about the character arcs. While there’s a lot I like about the second draft, Paul and Mandy need much more emotional stress. And the whole novel needs a stronger arc: the threat level really doesn’t grow enough. It’s run-from-the-bad-guys, find temporary safety, run some more … it doesn’t ratchet up until maybe the last fifth of the book. But that’s fixable.

That’s not a lot to get done but just the fact I was really focused felt good. Especially with Trixie’s problems distracting me.

Oh, my friend and fellow Durham Writers Group member Lucy Adams has a chestnut tree and it recently shed a bunch of nuts. She gave me some and I tried roasting a few; when that proved successful I roasted more of them.

If I put a small X in the shell, the steam from roasting open up the shell, making it easy to peel. I made them into mushrooom-chestnut soup last weekend, and very tasty it was.

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So far I’m one step ahead of the axe-men

You know, these axemen. I’ve posted this Billy Graham cover before because it sums up the way life keeps bushwhacking us just when we think we’re out from under. There were more axemen this week than expected but like the first week of September, the work got done.

A lot of the distractions were paperwork, like submitting for our dogs various recent vet visits, ordering fresh dog drugs, etc. There was also tiredness due to Trixie’s drug regimen keeping up up late to get the last ones in. Her UTI and her GI issues have resolved themselves, though, and the drugs are done. However she developed a slightly shaky left rear leg so we have an appointment this Saturday. It’s nothing serious but it’s definitely not normal — I don’t want to wait for serious discomfort like we did with the GI bleed.

Despite the leg, she’s 100 percent better from last weekend. Hungry, bouncy, eager to play, willing to walk and just more her usual self. Dudley too is in good shape. We had his rehab recheck Monday and the vet gushed over the great shape he’s in for nearly 16. Yay Dudders, yay vet, yay us for taking good care.

Overall life was nowhere near as intense as last week. However it was intense enough I didn’t really get to draw breath, either.

So, walk. As one of my October articles for The Local Reporter is a listicle of Carrboro nonprofits I spent Monday researching them. There’s quite a lot for a small town so it’s a good thing I started. I imagine I’ll break them down into different groupings (kid-related, sports, arts, charity, etc.) when I write it next week.

I’ve proofed The Savage Adventures through 1937 which is about 45 percent of the book done. Having reread the second draft of Let No Man Put Asunder last week, I began planning Draft Three. That meant reading a lot of articles about rewriting, developing character arcs, etc., then starting work on Paul and Mandy’s character arcs (details next week). That was very productive; hopefully the work will translate into a smooth, faster-than-usual draft.

My two stories for the Become the Sky anthology have gotten two rounds of editing so I made changes Thursday. This took longer than expected so I didn’t write anything further. However the critiques were really good and the stories are stronger for it. So yay. If all goes well we’ll have this out before year’s end so you can decide for yourself.

Oh, and my sensitive teeth appear to be getting back to normal so maybe a crown won’t be necessary. Hurray! Second hurray, I sold another copy of Southern Discomfort. Whoever you were, thank you — I hope you enjoy it.

After I wrote the first draft of this post, I realized something else about this week: I’m waaaaay more focused than I have been in a while. I’m having no trouble concentrating on my work and only wandering off to check BlueSky (or whatever) occasionally. That hasn’t been the case in … a while? I’m not sure what changed but hopefully I can keep it up next week (much chaotic stuff to deal with, details next Friday). Because it feels good.

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Second September verse, more or less same as the first

Which is to say that much like last week there were constant calls on my time but I still got good work done. Not as much as last week —Thursday there was too much stuff going on, including the housecleaners coming in (having to watch over four pets in a small room to keep them out of the way does not lead to productive results). Even so.

First, the medical stuff. Plushie’s eye ulcer is gone; once again his robustness shines through and his problems cleared up. Trixie, by contrast, followed up last week’s gastro-intestinal bleed with a UTI. Fortunately the vet has handled both and she’s on the road to recovery. In hindsight I was right a couple of weeks back to think something was wrong — her body language and behavior were “off” — but it was such a vibes-based thing I wasn’t sure it was quantifiable enough for the vet. Looking at her now, when she’s back to her usual cheery self, I can see I should have acted sooner.

Oh, and I had my own medical issue. A couple of weeks back I made a Scandinavian flatbrod, which the book described as a cracker-like flatbread. Turns out while it’s hard like a cracker it isn’t brittle; I hurt my gums biting hard on it (this may have been my baking rather than something innate in the recipe). Got an appointment with the dentist this week; she recommended waiting three weeks to see if the pain subsides. If not, I need a crown. Fingers crossed the pain goes away.

Like I said, work got done despite that. More work on my Doc Savage history, Savage Adventures. Two days going over the second draft of Let No Man Put Asunder. It helped clarify some of what I vaguely sensed wasn’t working with this last draft; now I’ll try to override my pantsing instincts and plot the next draft out thoroughly. I’ll discuss what lies ahead in one of next week’s posts.

At The Local Reporter I wrote about problems with school bus service in Chapel Hill and Carrboro, and how the Republican-dominated legislature is restricting local development rules. Over at Atomic Junk Shop I blogged about Steve Ditko’s Objectivism —

— and Bronze Age writers’ enthusiasm for bringing back C-list Silver Age villains.

I’m tired, sure. The timing of Trixie’s drug regimen means we usually wind up going to sleep later than usual and it’s taking its toll. But the work got done. I’m pleased.

Panels from Blue Beetle #5 drawn and written by Steve Ditko. All rights to image remain with current holders.

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God said ha. I said “ha!” back

The old saying is that if you want to make God laugh, tell him your plans. I planned to get a lot done this week; God said “ha!” meaning there were a ton of obstacles. Despite which, to my pleasant surprise, I did get a lot done.

First the obstacles. We were still dealing with Plushie’s ulcer (diagnosed last week) but as of his Thursday appointment, it’s cured. Once again our dog has beaten a health problem despite his nearly 16 years of age! That’s always nice. He’s still on an antibiotic for the ulcer but that’s more a precaution than a necessity. We’re taking it though.

Trixie didn’t do so well. Last week she was becoming weirdly picky about food and reluctant to eat her meds. She also felt … off, in a way I can sense but couldn’t define. Sunday she began not eating at all so we took her into the vet Monday, followed by the emergency vet (they could do a couple of tests Park Vet couldn’t). At first the news was horrifying: anemic, blood count up, white blood cells up, which could indicate an infection, or possibly internal bleeding. At the end of the day, by virtue of eliminating the alternatives, they settled on probably some bleeding in the GI tract (I will skip the technical details).

We came home with directions to switch some of her meds and to have her drink a protective slurry an hour before her meals. It’s working: we took her in for a recheck Wednesday and all her signs have improved, though not by a lot (but the vet said that’s expected). She’s livelier, though also sleepier — she’s on Gabapentin now and it knocks her out. But she’s clearly happier and more interested in eating so this is a definite win. A demanding one — the need to time the slurry and her food and some of her meds makes our schedules that much more complicated.

Oh, and I also had to take our car in for an oil change and checkup. That took up a couple of hours too.

Despite which, work went well. I got two articles in for The Local Reporter, both out next week. Might get a third one done but I think that’s where the dog drama will leave me too wiped. I also got three posts up at Atomic Junk Shop, one about iron-on shirt decals in the 1970s, one on a really weird 1971 cover (above, by Murphy Anderson) and one about the path to (IMHO) the definitive Phantom Stranger run by Jim Aparo and Len Wein which kicked off with the cover at left by Aparo.

I also got a nice review of Southern Discomfort from one of my fellow bloggers. Thanks, Greg!

I worked through another year of Doc Savage’s history for Savage Adventures, and polished the bibliography. And then, on Let No Man Put Asunder, I really got some good stuff done. First I went through the writing guide Writing the Breakout Novel, taking notes on stuff that might be useful to think about (give your villains goals. Your supporting characters too). Maybe not — while I’ve read the book a lot, I’m not sure I use it’s techniques not. But I think I’m using it early enough in the rewrite process that might be different.

Then I started rereading, taking notes along the way. Insights or phrases someone offers more than once (“making the beast with two backs” is not going to appear more than once). Thin characterization or motivation. Implausible plotting. Places where it needs more tension. I got a third of the way through the book; that’s pretty good.

I also received by McFarland second-half-of-the-year royalty check. Small, but my books are still selling, which is cool; if you bought one of them, thanks!

And I now have three stories in the “made the first cut” category. No guarantee any of them will sell — I’m quite used to “This was a really tough decision, but …” emails — but they’re all possibilities. More disappointingly, I won’t get an author table to sell my books at Retcon next year. It was quite lucrative this year because it’s set up so all the con-goers go past the sale area frequently, probably why table requests have quadrupled. I’m on the waiting list so fingers crossed.

Fingers crossed too for more weeks like this.

Below, a typical Len Wein opening to a Phantom Stranger story. Aparo art.

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Do I wither with time, or is this just a fluke?

Which is to say, this was another frustrating week. Looking at how often I type that, I wonder if I’m losing my ability to concentrate as I age? Or is it just that sometimes, shit happens.

This week was definitely partly “shit happens.” First off, Monday evening Plushie’s good eye had something wrong with it, making him squint so much it was barely open. TYG rushed him down to the nearby emergency vet who did not perform well. We may not go back which is a crying shame (it’s a lot further to the next closest E/R). However we were able to get a Tuesday morning appointment with his eye doctor (they’re also close): it’s an ulcer, which is manageable and it was back to normal by Thursday (though we’ll be doing added eyedrops for a week or so). Still that meant we got to bed sometime around midnight, which ain’t good.

Yesterday I went in to my own doctor, who confirmed I have sleep apnea. The most likely outcome is that I’ll end up wearing one of those freaky masks hooked up to a small air pump. I’ll be talking to a specialist about that. The other alternatives are a smaller mouthpiece that would widen my air intake or to take the GLP and see if my weight comes down. My doctor favors the CPAC pump and I’m inclined to agree. While I’m obese by BMI standards I’d need to lose 30 pounds to be non-obese; while I’m nobody’s idea of six-pack abs I do not believe I have 30 excess pounds to lose. In any case, that took a chunk out of my day.

Oh, and Trixie came down with a tummy this weekend and refused to eat. Since then she’s eating but she’s ultra-picky. Won’t take her meds on anything but the same canned chicken we give Plushie. Won’t eat kibble, only soft food. Refuses most hard treats — I’d think she had a tooth issue but there are some treats she does eat so … well, you’ve got me. If it keeps going I may ask the vet for insight.

All that said, part of the problem this week was me not being organized. I had three stories to work on for The Local Reporter and in-between sending out emails and waiting for replies my mind kind of wandered (the lack of sleep didn’t help). Plus I had some personal plane travel I might take before the end of the year and that always messes up my mind: do I want to spend the money? Do I want to get to the airport at 5 in the morning if it saves $100? I’ve spent much of my life living on a struggling writer salary so it’s impossible for me to be just “yeah, that’ll do for anything over a couple of hundred bucks. And if I plonk down the money now, who knows what’ll happen between now and then?However I did get most of the work done on the stories. Plus I got more work done on Savage Adventures, including adding footnotes. I’d been mostly attributing stuff in the text when appropriate but it’ll flow much smoother with footnotes.

And that was about it. Part of the problem is that I kept trying to do more than one project in a day and that’s usually a mess unless I plan it very carefully. I’m going to try to avoid that in September.

Oh, here are two pieces over at Atomic Junkshop: one about realizing what certain songs really mean, one on DC’s Homo magi and my head-canon version of their history.

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One big accomplishment, several little ones

The big one being that I finished the second draft of Let No Man Put Asunder. Last week I got past a major sticking point but I still had some doubts about the ending; last weekend I figured it out (having TYG off work last week so we were both more relaxed was a big help, I think). Monday and Tuesday I got it done. Several months later than I’d hoped, but even so, yay!

I’d hoped it would be in good enough shape to offer for a beta reading, but no, not quite. It needs at least one more draft which even assuming it goes really well means it would be finished shortly before holiday season. So no feedback session until next year. Less speedy than I’d like — on the other hand, it’s faster than I was beginning to fear it would be.

(There’s no pet news other than “they’re adorable” but I figured I’d throw in a couple of photos anyway).

The little stuff? I got a lot of work done on the Local Reporter stories for next month’s issue. Submitted some pet insurance forms, mostly for their regular drugs. Resolved an IRS issue — happily it’s in our favor. And worked on Savage Adventures. This made the days kind of scattershot, which isn’t good; I always work better when I have one thing to focus on a day. But things like taxes need to be done.

I was, however, somewhat bummed by money. There was a columnist gig I think I’d have been good for but they wanted pitches — suggestions for the kinds of things I’d write for them — and the job got snapped up before I could figure out the kind of specific things they’d like. I discovered I’d missed another opportunity that might have been lucrative. And of course, not knowing I could bill our pet insurance for drugs means several years of lost reimbursements (I’ve recovered quite a bit of that but my records don’t go back for enough for all of it). This doesn’t leave us in desperate straits but more money is nice. Particularly earning more money.

Over at Atomic Junk Shop I blogged about the Bronze Age love of reprints — a very big deal in an era long before TPBs and omnibuses were available everywhere. And about one of the Bronze Age’s problems being how often creative teams turned over.

Plus over the past two months I’ve sold around eight copies of Southern Discomfort. Not a lot of money but it is very pleasing enough people were interested to try my book. I’m also pleased that promoting it more than I think I did Questionable Minds paid off, at least a little. Something to think about for when my next book comes out. To everyone who bought it, thanks!

And if you’re eager to learn more about me — and who isn’t, really? — you can check out my interview with Michael Parks.

Cover by Samantha Collins. Rights are mine.

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You mean if I take time off, I get less done?

TYG is on vacation this week. She’s completely relaxed, which means I’m much more relaxed. Not that I’m normally stressed out but it’s always surprising how much of a difference it makes.

This weekend she’s taking part of the vacation at a local hotel, as she’s done the past couple of years. As I stay close to home to watch the pets I wouldn’t get to the new Spider-Man movie this weekend and our schedule didn’t permit it last weekend. So TYG suggested I go mid-week, and I did. So most of Wednesday was not productive (though it was fun — review tomorrow). Yesterday we had the housekeepers in it, which sucks up time (you try creating when you’re sitting and trying to calm cats about the strangers in the house), plus I had a couple of errands to run.

However … I did get some good work done. More on Savage Adventures. And finally, some fiction. I sat down Monday evening, started work on Let No Man Put Asunder and did more Tuesday. I’d been frozen at the point where the late-book plot of the previous draft absolutely no longer works as I’ve changed a key detail. Suddenly I was able to get past it. It doesn’t work as well as the last draft yet but it’s fixable. Or I can go back to the old approach, though I probably won’t.

I’m tentatively optimistic I can wrap up this draft by Aug. 31. Though I’ll need at least one more draft before I submit it for beta-reading.

That’s pretty much all I got done but it’s quite a good thing to have gotten done.

Also Con-Tinual has posted my panels on that old TV classic, The Night Stalker and on getting your fictional settings right to Facebook.

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At last, a productive week, though I didn’t produce the things I most wanted to

That is to say, I spent another week without getting any fiction written. I don’t like that, but at least I didn’t just flap and flounder around without accomplishing anything.

I’d intended to spend Wednesday working on short stories. Instead I wound up spending two or three hours checking on which stories had been rejected (in the “if you don’t hear from us, we didn’t take it” mode), then checking out potential markets and resubmitting them. “Mage’s Masquerade” went to Abyss and Apex; “Oh the Places You’ll Go” went to More Distant Shores. I also read a couple of stories from Tuesday’s writing group that I hadn’t been able to listen to (schedule conflicts).

(We went to Costco last weekend. They’re ready for Halloween).

Thursday I’d planned to work on Let No Man Put Asunder. However Trixie got up early again and the lack of any personal space in the early morning does seem to affect my focus. Creativity dissipated and I settled for working The Savage Adventures. I put in two days on that book this week and got my analysis of two years of Doc Savage magazine proofed. If I can work a year a day, I can have the text of the book done this year. Still have to find a cover artist, though my cover concept is simple enough I may try using software to do it myself. If not, I’ll look.

(More Costco Halloween fun. This one actually moves).

I got two articles in at The Local Reporter, one on the ongoing drought here in the Triangle (improved, but not gone), the other on a land-development dispute in Chapel Hill. That one took longer than it should; for some reason I couldn’t seem to shape it in my head. But it’s done, and pay will be forthcoming.

Over at Atomic Junk Shop, I reposted an old post from this blog about Childhood’s End, the book and the miniseries, and some horrendous acts by the US government in the last century. The cover above I believe is by Richard Powers.

Plus I took Plushie in for his regular eye checkup. Everything looks good, which is pleasantly surprising; dogs with glaucoma usually lose the eye within a year and he’s still in good shape after two-plus years. Robust, as our vet says.

Next week, though, I really have to get some fiction done!

Speaking of fiction, if you’re interested in a discount on the sequel to the Ceaseless Way anthology, Become the Sky, the QR code below should take you to a discount offer. No obligation to buy.

The “abrupt embrace of ethics” line is from my short story “Obolos,” a brand new one alongside a reprint of “Backstage With the Hypothetical Dead.” And lots of good stories from other contributors. The cover is by fellow contributor Sonya Lano.

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