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May is off to a good start!

Will it stay in that groove? Don’t miss a single thrilling blog post to find out!

Monday was not particularly good as I was wiped out from a)Ravencon b)Culturequest, a Mensa general-knowledge contest that I competed in Sunday afternoon. Much as I’d have liked for all five of us to work together — Courtney, our leader, runs a tight ship — we had to do it over Zoom and we don’t work quite as smoothly. We wound up debating endlessly over the questions, slowing us down — it’s a timed quiz — and then I’d cut through the debate by pushing for an answer. A lot of mine were wrong. Oops. Though I did kill it on the literature section — more so, surprisingly, than film.

That left me exhausted on Monday. Tuesday, though, I finished a fun Local Reporter article about the new library planned for Carrboro and got started on future articles (always work ahead of deadline).

Wednesday I worked through the 1941-49 sections of Savage Adventures and got them done. Not completely: wherever I wasn’t sure how to interpret what I wrote or that it was an accurate synopsis, I made a note. Next week I’ll check the novels to make everything accurate and clear.

Thursday I sat down with Chapter Three of Let No Man Put Asunder. It’s the second big fight scene and a lot of my beta readers said it was less interesting than some of the conversations later in the chapter. I needed to change that, obviously. I needed to map it out so it worked logically. And I wanted to have more result from it than “we fought, we survived.” As Lester Dent says, action has to do more than move characters over the scenery. I studied the book Fight Write, browsed a few articles. Plotted the scene out in detail. Finally I went to work.

I think I succeeded. We’ll see what the writing group thinks, though it’ll be a while before it gets to them.

I also put in some work on the Ceaseless Way collaborative anthology and printed up the last section of Southern Discomfort. Didn’t quite get to work on it.

Oh, and I seriously worked to put the Pomodoro break-every-25-minutes approach to time management into action. While it’s hard to do exercises when I’m watching the pets (as I was most of the week) I can squeeze in five minutes every so often (ditto for their own exercises). I made my exercise goals for this week by working out on pomodoro breaks and I’m pleased with that.

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April really is the cruelest month. At least this week was.

It’s also the month our garden started blooming so here are some photos to go along with the story.

First off, we’re continuing to devote an hour a day total to Plushie’s eyes. We were starting to get the hang of it but Plushie’s now had enough: he avoids getting into position for the eyes (one where it won’t hurt TYG’s back to bend down and apply the eye drops) as much as possible, even when tempted with treats. So that adds to the time and frustration.

Trixie spent Wednesday afternoon and early evening with diarrhea — thank goodness it didn’t last any longer — plus the pain in her ribs that I’ve mentioned before (I don’t have links) resurfaced. TYG triggered it for the first time and freaked out over the pain cry (I don’t blame her, it sounds terrible). We had that to worry about and an extra doctor’s appointment. The squirtling poop stopped on its own and we put her back on pain meds. Those will keep her fine until her next big checkup — and at least this visit the vet heard her cry out, which apparently helps (as I thought, the sore spot is on the side of their ribs though they don’t know why it’s there).

Did I mention that TYG’s schedule left me handling dogs most of the week. And when I wasn’t, I had errands to run. As I’ve noted before, this is fair — she has to deal with bosses and other people’s deadlines, i don’t — but it gets exhausting. Wednesday in particular. Trying to finish this week’s Local Reporter article — on the Carrboro town council meeting and an upcoming business expo —and get technical facts straight while tired and taking out Ms. Squirtle got very frustrating.

We also took the car in yesterday for a checkup. By the time I got back, I should have given up writing and done something non-work for the day. However I’d gotten into the mental state where (to paraphrase CS Lewis) I did neither what was fun or what was necessary — that is, I worked at writing but without much result.

This weekend will be hectic too, but fun. I’d almost like to skip everything and hide in my bed, but I know I’ll feel better once things get going. And next week should be a lot better.

Oh, over at Atomic Junkshop I did discuss how my memories of DC’s House of Secrets in 1968 do not match the reality.

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An “on the one hand…” week

(All covers this post are by Richard Powers. No deep meaning, I just like Powers’ art)

In the sense that I got good work done but I don’t feel like I did. Partly because Wednesday I had a dreadful night of sleep and I was still trying to shake the effects off. My shoulder bursitis acted up — I pushed a big package indoors and discovered it had much greater mass than anticipated — and I had the first bad acid reflux I’d experienced in a while. That didn’t make for a comfortable night.

More generally, I feel very off-balance. That’s partly because I didn’t read much this week which always leaves me feeling not quite right. Due to some intense work and TYG’s schedule everything that wasn’t work felt off in various ways.

But the work did get done. The chunk of Southern Discomfort I was editing this month got wrapped up. I think it looks good too. The fixes include continuity (“Is this really a big reveal or did someone tell her that already?”), spelling, overuse of various words (I make way too much use of compound sentences joined by “but”) and clarity. I may drop the element of Maria being mixed-race (black great grandparent) as changes to the book make it less important than originally conceived. And because it’s less important, it’s more awkward to bring it up.

I rewrote the second chapter of Let No Man Put Asunder. The writing group said I needed to slow down and give Paul and Mandy time to think; I’ve done that. Possibly too much; we’ll see what feedback I get on the revisions. I started Chapter Three, which is action-heavy, but after Wednesday night decided I didn’t have the concentration I needed. The feedback on that chapter was that the action wasn’t as compelling or tense as the police interrogation in the next scene. That’s going to take work to fix and I wasn’t ready.

I didn’t get anything written for The Local Reporter—possible story leads went nowhere, calls and queries didn’t get answered. That’s one of the disadvantages of freelance reporting: I’m only paid for the stories I finish so there’s only so much time I’m willing to spend on possible dead ends. Nothing at Atomic Junk Shop either.

I dropped plans for a Woo Commerce store on this site for the moment. I will probably install a PayPal button for anyone who wants to order books direct from me. I’m not sure the demand is there yet for anything more elaborate. I’m still frustrated with WordPress’ Block but I’m going to stick with the Creator plan (which switches you to Block post-creating automatically) for now.

Today I wrapped up early as I’m a guest at the FantaSci convention in Durham. Drop by if you’re in the Raleigh-Durham area.

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Dying is easy. Taxes are hard.

I’ve done my own taxes most of my life. It’s been more complicated since I moved up here and married TYG — mortgage and other stuff — but manageable. This year not so much.

Without going into detail we did a lot of financial stuff this year we haven’t done in the past. Lots more forms to fill out. Lots more numbers to crunch. And a lot of it is stuff I’m not familiar with. That’s not a huge problem — for all the crap about our incomprehensible tax laws, the IRS instructions are pretty clear — but in a couple of spots even though I was following the directions I didn’t see the logic of them the way I do when, say, calculating Self Employment Tax. This left me feeling uncomfortable, as if I must have made a mistake. I don’t think I did; worst-case scenario, they tell us to send more money. I still don’t like the feeling.

Taxes took up a day and a half this week. Otherwise it was fairly productive. You may notice one result, some e-commerce links on the dashboard at top (checkout, shop, cart). I’ve been planning for a while to try selling things I’ve published through my Behold the Book imprint directly and so I got halfway through setting up the Woocommerce plug-in. This was the free two-week trial period but I didn’t have time to give it much of a trial. Still, it shouldn’t be too expensive if I try it and it flops. I will regret the wasted time though.

The downside is that I had to upgrade to the Creator wordpress plan. It automatically switches me over to the supposedly upgraded “block” system of posting and I’ve been avoiding that. I’m sure it has amazing features that make it worth while but I don’t use any of them yet. From my perspective it’s horribly clunky and slow; posting an image, for instance, takes several more steps than it did with the old post template. Hopefully there’s a work around.

I got a Local Reporter story in about Carrboro’s efforts to serve non-English speakers. At Atomic Junkshop I discussed my recent experience watching Turner Classic Movies for the first time in years.

I got about 5,000 words edited for Southern Discomfort. I’m also reconsidering a minor plot point that’s not as essential to the plot and possibly not as logical. It’d take some editing but no big deal to fix.

Due to TYG’s crazy schedule my exercise was gone with the wind. I really need to do better but I’m not sure how.

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My week in review, illustrated with plants

TYG took some time off recently and went gardening (hopefully everything survives this weekend’s turn to cold temperatures). As the dogwood in our yard kept poking her while she worked, she trimmed it back and brought the trimmings inside.They have now died but it was quite decorative for a while. Here’s her table of seedlings from before she planted them.
This was a good week. We’re still giving Plushie a lot of drops for his glaucoma and related issues (antibiotics for a scratch on the eyeball) but he’s doing well and we’ve finally got the rhythm down: it’s still a chunk of time but I’m finding ways to read or write between the drops. After his coming recheck we’re hopeful we can cut the antibiotics and maybe reduce the length of time between doses.

Despite the drops, I did get a lot of work done. I completed edits on Savage Adventures through 1940 so that April task is done. Mostly I’m going through the books to clarify any points where my synopses or comments were unclear — did I have the correct spelling of Pharaoh Pey-deh-eh-ghan in Resurrection Day, for instance? After that comes one final round of edits. I was going to ask a friend of mine to do the cover but I missed our coffee date due to one of Plushie’s eye appointments and I haven’t caught up since. Darn it.

I printed out the next 100 pages of Southern Discomfort and went over it, marking misspellings, errors (when I switched Maria’s POV to first person I didn’t change every “her” to “I”) and simply places where the writing needs tightening or clarifying or changing to avoid repetition. As I mentioned last week, I’m way overfond of compound sentences linked by “but.” Next week I’ll go over the manuscript and start making the changes.

I also read a chapter of the book to the writing group. I’d picked it partly because I’d rewritten that chapter to provide more context for some of the period references. It worked better than previous readings but a couple of the group members thought it could still use added context.  I must think about this.

I got about 3,000 words done on the rewrite of Let No Man Put Asunder. As the group has suggested, I’m slowing down and giving Paul and Mandy chances to catch their breath and think. I’m also working to provide more context, based on feedback from last year. When Paul talks about the mysteries he found in the used book store, rather than just rattle off names it’s “three Shell Scott hardboiled PI mysteries, a John Dickson Carr locked-room mystery and two Agatha Christies” (I don’t think anyone needs context for Agatha Christie). Will that do the trick? We’ll see next time I beta-read it.

I do wish I had a firmer idea of Asunder‘s plot arc. I’m not sure now that I did enough rethinking and replotting before starting round two. However I can always stop and think some if that’s the case.I submitted my proposal for Jekyll and Hyde Adaptations in Film and TV (I imagine the title will be something close to that) to McFarland. Now I wait and see if they like it. I think my sample chapters were excellent so fingers crossed.I posted one article at Atomic Junk Shop on how comics handled women in 1968 (spoiler: not well) and on the introduction of George Stacy, Gwen’s retired-cop father and of Earth-Prime, the world where we live in the DC multiverse. I also published a Local Reporter article about Chapel Hill Public Library competing for a national award and how the Carrboro PD is working to avoid incarcerating the mentally ill.

And that’s about it, but I think that was more than enough. Whoot! Have a great weekend, y’all.

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March came in like a lion and alas, came out like a lion

As I wrote last week I knew this last week of March wouldn’t let me catch up completely on what I didn’t get done this month. I caught up less than that.

Some of this was fun. TYG is a big fan of Rhiannon Giddens so we caught a Giddens concert Tuesday night. That led to us getting in late which wiped me out for the next day. Worth it though. Most of it was Plush Dog. The glaucoma the vet diagnosed last week requires a lot of eyedrops and they have to be put in with gaps between them. This expands dog care to take in an extra half-hour in the morning. And at lunch. And in the evening. Plus she was concerned he was hurting which led to us going to the eye vet yesterday, using up a chunk of time. Though it was the right call: the Plush One had a small scratch on his eye, nothing disastrous but it requires added drops so it doesn’t hurt him.

Plus I had my own eye appointment Thursday afternoon, with dilation. Which meant it wasn’t comfortable staring at my computer or reading so that was it for work.

I did get an article in at The Local Reporter on the challenges of relocating a bricks-and-mortar business. I also conducted an interview for what will probably be a story for next week. Over at Atomic Junk Shop I blogged about several random stories that caught my interest. The debut of the Legion of Superheroes foe Mordru on the cover above was one of them; so was Superman (below) dying of Virus X.Both covers are by Neal Adams.

I did manage to get some good work done on top of that. I completed a rough draft of my proposal to McFarland for a Jekyll and Hyde book. Seeing how much time I put in on it makes me wonder if this is a good idea — it’ll suck up way more time than I anticipate — but having already pitched them on the idea, I might as well press forward.

I also did some work on Southern Discomfort. Mostly it was going through the first 100 pages, which I’d already proofed, and eliminating most of the compound sentences linked by “but.” I’ve discovered proofing it that I overuse that sentence structure. The rewriting kept some of them but eliminated most of them one way or another. Surprisingly the changes also trimmed a couple of hundred words.

Oh well. I’m starting to adapt to Plushie’s new schedule. I have no medical appointments planned for next month. Let’s see if I can get myself back on track.

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Well damn, I thought this would be a much more productive week

Not perfectly productive as it was my birthday week. I took my birthday off as I usually do and it went great. I made it a point not to do the normal things I do on a day off: I shopped for new sneakers, wandered around Barnes & Noble, wandered around the rest of the mall, bicycled and sat out on our deck to enjoy the garden. Nothing spectacular but TYG was working and we had dog physical rehab that morning. Relaxing made more sense, and it felt good.

I thought I’d be able to squeeze some solid work into the rest of the week but somehow I couldn’t quite muster the energy. I suspect the early pollen hit me with the kind of allergic whammy I used to get back in Florida: no sneezing, just a sense of exhaustion. It didn’t use to affect me that way here but I guess climate change is doing its magic.

Plus this morning TYG took Plushie in to the vet, concerned he had an eye problem. She has a keen sense of such things: the vet sent us to the animal eye doctor over in Cary who confirmed he has glaucoma. We came home with a bunch of drops which may be able to keep him seeing for a while yet. That used up a lot of today.
I got a couple of articles done for The Local Reporter. One on a local woman who gave her son a kidney and now fights to increase live-organ kidney donations. I discovered talking to her that it’s now possible to work organ swaps — if A isn’t a compatible donor to B and C can’t donate to D, sometimes C and A can swap recipients so that both recipients have a compatible organ.

I also wrote an article on Tuesday’s Carrboro town council meeting. While I can watch it streaming now, it’s a pain in the butt because it’s always slow going to get everything worth covering down. It’s not really worth the pay rate but I think local coverage is worth the effort.Other than that, I got a little work done on Let No Man Put Asunder and Savage Adventures. I also rewatched the 1931 Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde to give a detailed discussion in my Mcfarland book proposal.

And I got two stories in at Atomic Junk Shop, one about a couple of war comics of interest and one about the end of Batman’s New Look era. Here’s one shot of the Rogue’s Gallery gathering together, courtesy of Chic Stone.

And now I’m staring at the last week of the month and feeling I definitely won’t get everything done I wanted to. But I’ll do what I can.

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American Airlines threw me off balance

Last weekend I went down to Greenville SC for their annual Mensa gathering. TYG, who would usually drive, stayed behind because after Plushie’s last injury she can’t bear the thought of him getting hurt when he’s with a dog-sitter who might not take care of him as well as we do (I miss traveling with her but I can’t say she doesn’t have a point). As she has no faith in my driving she convinced me to fly rather than drive the four hours. Much as I hate spending the money to fly, the trip down went smoothly, though I wound up traveling in the dark before dawn.

The trip back left me stuck for four or five hours in the Greensville-Spartansburg Airport as we waited for the plane. And waited. And waited. Below is the gate just minutes before one of the supposed boarding times.That the plane wasn’t anywhere near the gate was a clear sign we’d been denied, yet again. And the airport has a piss-poor selection of places to eat and no Starbucks — not that I drink coffee but at least they have decent tea. This place? The best I could find was Constant Comment.

Instead of getting at 3:30-4 in the afternoon and unwinding I got in 10:30. I spent a lot of Monday catching up on odds and ends and getting unwound which cost me most of the day. That threw off the rest of the week.

I did get the rewrite on the first chapter of Let No Man Put Asunder finished and started Ch.2. I did a lot of work for The Local Reporter — more time than I wanted to spend, due to feeling so off. But I did get in a story on new development and got an interview for my story for next week.

The rest of time I spent primarily on research reading. It was the right move, but disappointing. And next week I’m taking Monday off for my birthday so I lose another day.

Oh well. I intend to have a fun birthday, then apply myself with vigor. We’ll see how it goes. More photos from Mensa will go up soon.

I thought I’d wrap up with this 2019 photo of Wisp, when she was still an outside cat.

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Two good weeks in a row? Woot!

I’ve often thought that dimension riding in Nine Princes in Amber and its sequels was a good metaphor for life. Get your mind set on the destination you want, start to shift, adjust as you go. Your goal is golden sands under a yellow sky with a forest behind you. Your first shift gets you the forest but blue skies overhead and no beach to speak of. Second shift gets the beach but the forest is now shrubs. Next shift gets you everything but the sky’s color. And so on.Similarly I had a good writing week but didn’t get anything up at Atomic Junk Shop and only had one story at The Local Reporter, about Carrboro planning to charge for public parking. But my more personal work went really well.

I worked on Savage Adventures, editing my analysis of the old Doc Savage pulps through 1940 (which ends with the ingenious lost race story, The Men Vanished). I noted several questions I’ll have to reread the stories to check but otherwise I’m done for that section.

I rewrote part of Southern Discomfort to make some of the historical details more comprehensible, something I’ll be blogging about in more detail soon.

I sent off three short stories to different markets. The third, All Happy Families, was one I set aside a while ago but looking at it recently I think it’s in good shape as is, so …

I spent a lot of time thinking about Let No Man Put Asunder. For me second draft is still pantsing but I did draft a rough outline, work on the setting (the fictional city of Bluestone, Pa.) and a rough rewrite of the opening scenes.

It feels good, particularly as I took today off for some personal errands. Also feeling good: I sold a copy of one of my paperbacks off Amazon. I can’t figure out which — Amazon’s sales reports are frustratingly opaque — but whoever you are, thank you.

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Caged forever? Kind of

Plushie came off cage rest Tuesday in the sense his back has healed up. However it’s never going to be right — back issues are part of his breed — so he’s still in a cage. When we can, we put him in a cage on the couch, often with Trixie as you see here. When he’s too rowdy, we put him back in the cage on the floor, sometimes with me joining him. The thing is, his back will go out again if he jumps enough or climbs enough stairs so we’re determined to avoid that and postpone the next incident as long as possible. The cage stops him from jumping off the couch, or more likely on and off, on and off ..

It’s still better. He can sleep with us on the bed at night (we have a cage around it too — I know, it does sound rather kinky) and he’s much happier. And we can take him for long walks again. Overall it’s inconvenient but he’s our boy and he’s worth it. And TYG is still working a lot downstairs which takes some of the pressure off me.

I got more work done on editing Southern Discomfort. I didn’t get as far as expected because I had to rewrite one scene with the FBI, then go over it a couple of times. I’d gotten some technical points about bombs wrong and when I fixed that, I realized other parts of the scene would have to change. The scene’s better now, of course.

I went over my notes on the first draft of Let No Man Put Asunder and began thinking about how to improve the second draft (I’ll have some discussion in the coming weeks). I don’t know that I want to work out a full outline for the next draft but there are issues with the plot and character arc I need to address. If I can fix them, I think I’m in good shape.

I wrote a piece for The Local Reporter about a memorial this Sunday for an 1890s lynching victim. Over at Atomic Junk Shop I wrote about that god-awful cliche, the Hero vs. Hero story; the annoyance of titles that give away the big reveal; and the way the quality of a comic-book can rise and fall. While it’s not central to any of the articles, this shot of Dr. Doom after his mind has taken over Daredevil’s body was still worth mentioning — seriously, a super-genius like Doom can’t even suspect that DD is blind?#SFWApro. Art by Gene Colan, all rights remain with current holder.

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