Deuce of Gears
A cog in the machine. Pawn of powers beyond your control.
(Yes, Jedao was being snarkastic when he chose it for his emblem.)
Also, I love my catten but...she's not very bright? She likes to sit on the ping pong table and will remain sprawled on it when the Dragon and I start up a game. The ball hits her in the leg, she remains sprawled. It took the next ball hitting her in the snout for her to skitter-kitter off the table. *facepalm*
That's not the part where she's not very bright. The part where she's not very bright is that she was on the ping pong table during a game yesterday and got hit in the snout by a ball then, causing her to skitter-kitter off the table. You would think she'd figure out that ping pong game in progress = don't sprawl on the table waiting to be hit in the snout?
Back to work...
I seem to have mislain my (old and falling apart) copy of The Prince and the Pauper. Fortunately, I downloaded a copy from Project Gutenberg some time back.
Let’s see. . .yesterday was Friday — errand day in town. We had an early appointment with a loan officer, who thinks far more of our finances than we do; which is fine, as she herself said. No need to spend up to the limit, after all.
After the bank, we went next door to AAA, and had the nice lady make our train reservations To Memphis And Back Again. We have tickets and receipt in hand. Note to self: remember to forward receipt to the con for reimbursement.
After that, we went to the vet to pick up some cat food, to Tractor Supply for ditto, and to Hannaford, to pick up prescriptions and foodly things. Came home, and had crab cakes and fresh steamed green beans for supper. Mmmmm.
We hired a buyer’s agent, who has taken our modest list and will begin lining up showings, and I actually got some work done, too.
This morning, I read a short piece that will soon be posted for subscribers on our Patreon page (Belle participating by sitting on my lap, and purring. Loudly. Listeners will probably be able to hear her. I hope they’ll be able to hear me.) When I finish this blog post, I’ll do the dishes, and then! — I’ll sort laundry.
No, I don’t know how I stand the pace, either.
Fifth of Five now at 37,000ish words out of a probable, oh, let’s see. . .100,000?
Captain Waitley wasn’t quite what Portmaster Liu had been expecting.
No, scratch that, in a lot of ways, Captain Waitley was exactly what Portmaster Liu had been expecting: short for a Terran, tall for a Liaden, lean for the height she did have; shoulders showing attitude under a Jump jacket older and bigger than she was. Whatever else she was – and recklessly negligent wasn’t off the table, in Portmaster Liu’s not-exactly-objective opinion – Theo Waitley was definitely a member of Boss Conrad’s extended family, Clan Korval. Portmaster Liu had been spending a lot of time lately with the Boss and the Boss’s little brother, the Road Boss; she knew the family look when she saw it.by
It's funny--I adore this show but declined to request it for Yuletide. Besides it being a highly jossable canon, what I really want is bona fide philosophy neepery, and I'm pretty sure 99% of the fandom wants to write about relationships. There's plenty of shipfic I would read for this fandom, but I really really want philosophy neepery. And, I mean, 2.5 was basically my Platonic ideal in terms of episode content.
On October 4th, this:
I was lucky in the timing! World Fantasy is November 2-5, which is fine, because by then the puppies will be four weeks old and just hitting the very easiest period: old enough to be safe from chills, young enough you needn’t worry much about weaning or at all about housetraining. If Honey had come into season just two weeks later, I’d either have had to skip breeding her or skip the WFC. As it is, everything should be fine, barring wild emergencies.
The puppies are actually two weeks old in this picture. At this point, the boys are well over a pound, the girls right around a pound. The boys started out about seven and a half oz, the girls about five and a half oz. (This is just random, not a sex-related thing. It has to do with quality of the placental connection and the uterine environment, and in this case the girls happened to wind up smaller. One can’t estimate adult size from birth weights or weights at two weeks.)
The little girls opened their eyes at 13 days; Boy 1 at 14 days; and Boy 2, a real little hippo, at 16 days, so I guess we can conclude that size doesn’t influence time of eyes opening. The puppies don’t look much like Cavaliers yet, but they are starting to look like puppies! So now that I’m sure they are thriving, I’m willing to introduce the “L” litter.
The biggest reason for excitement: FOUR! That may be an average litter size for Cavaliers, but considering my own personal average litter size is closer to 1.7, I’m pretty darn happy to have four healthy puppies.
The only reason for disappointment: only one puppy is really well marked, and alas, he’s a boy. I so did not want to keep another boy, but, well, I am leaning that way at the moment. Neither girl has great markings, with Girl 1 having an unusually dark face:
Since I’m not crazy about the girls’ face markings, I’ll be taking a good look at them both in about seven weeks and making a decision about which to keep solely on type and structure. Though they will change a lot as they grow and their heads take on a proper shape and their faces gain expression — at that point I may find that the markings on Girl 1 actually are kind of cute.
Most breeder-judges do not look a lot at markings, by the way, on the grounds that if you don’t care for a particular dog’s markings, well, they won’t be there in the next generation. But there’s no question that markings are bound to be a deal-breaker when it comes to a hard choice between two dogs that are about equal in other ways.
Meanwhile, while waiting for the puppies to grow up a bit more: “L” names …
We had a pretty snazzy eclipse here. So how about:
You recall that all of these would have “Anara” in front because that is the kennel name.
On the other hand, the mother is Anara Honeysuckle Rose and Kimmie, a full sister, is Anara Kimberlyn Rose, so keeping “Rose” in the name would add extra charm if I wound up keeping one of the girls. In that case, maybe lose the moon theme as a theme and go with:
Or possibly choose some names that include an “L”, but not as the first letter. For example:
And then add random names that just sound good as show names:
Well, I shall muse upon it. It does help to have the show name suggest the callname. Like anything with Luna or Moon for a girl could be “Luna.” Fiat Lux could easily just be “Lux.” Leonidas easily shortens to “Lon.” What would you call a boy puppy if you named him Lunar Eclipse, though?
(I'm Texan. I grew up on country, okay? ^_^)
Feel free to link to Youtube versions of songs that make you happy! I expect yours are less mushy than mine. ^_^
Here’s a good post at Writer UnBoxed: Historical Novels—Your Research To-Do List.
I believe this post caught my eye because a commenter here recently mentioned how annoyed she gets when characters in historical novels have anachronistic names.
This post is about a lot more than that, though it *is* a bit amusing to think of a Regency with a protagonist named, say, Brittney.
I particularly like this suggestion:
Read historical fiction…carefully. An obvious instinct is, “How did other authors do this?” But remember, novelists don’t always get things right. Excellently researched novels are a complement to your research, not a substitution. They are fiction, after all. Unless…
Read novels that were once contemporary. My setting was 1918. So I read and reread Fitzgerald, Hemingway and others who lived then and wrote novels that were contemporary at the time.
This strikes me as perfect advice. I like nonfiction, but I read a lot more fiction and I definitely draw on, say Gillian Bradshaw, for descriptions of architecture. Not for historical settings, of course, but Bradshaw is a great resource for fantasy settings as well. I’d be inclined toward historical novels if I were writing one — and the suggestion to let some of those be contemporary-at-the-time novels is definitely one I would follow.
Right at the moment, a WIP that I’m making some actual progress on is sort of historical. It’s a (very) alternate Regency-ish setting. So I am indeed drawing on Regency novels for setting details, but at the same time I don’t have to get everything right because as I say, (very) alternate. Strongly Regency flavored, shall we say, rather than an actual Regency setting as such.
Still, these suggestions remain good ones. Also, I trust I will avoid naming anybody anything too modern! Not too much a concern because most characters have somewhat odd names anyway, even by the standards of their own society.
Hey, just noticed this from LMB via Goodreads:
I am pleased to report I have finished the first draft of a new Penric & Desdemona novella, sequel to “Mira’s Last Dance”. Title is decided all but one vowel — I’ll add it when my aesthetic waffling concludes. About 44,980 words.
Later: Having spent the whole last day wrestling with one. dratted. vowel., title has finalized as:
“The Prisoner of Limnos”
Good to know this one is a direct sequel to “Mira’s Last Dance,” because (a) that one really needs a sequel, and (b) “Penric’s Fox” wasn’t it.
I thought the latter was pleasant enough, but minor and in no way a substitute for a novella that actually moves the Penric story forward. Despite the fact that I am very fond of literary foxes.
First, because I know y’all have been holding your breath — two! editors give “Block Party” a thumbs-up, so that will be published to Baen.com on or about December 15, where you — yes, you! — may read it in all it’s glory, for free.
Second, I’ve spent the last two days under the weather — yes, I do wish the weather would pick on someone else, but there you have it. Tuesday, I just threw in the towel, retired to the corner of the couch, dozed under a blanket of coon cats and read Wildfire at Midnight, possibly my least favorite Stewart, but next in publication order. Yesterday, I started feeling well enough by evening to write about 2,000 words in a continuing direction in Fifth of Five, so that’s all good. This morning, I’m definitely feeling more the thing; still, I’m lingering over coffee, keeping a weather-eye out, before I go off to gym.
This morning, it is quite chilly, and I am wearing the fleece-lined-flannel shirt/jacket (it has sideseam pockets, which I suppose makes it a jacket, rather than a shirt), over the “If you can read this, I have your ring” tshirt. Steve asked how the flannel shirt felt, and after I finished cooing about how soft and warm it was, wondered if I should buy another. And, yanno; I’m seriously considering it. Best. Shirt. Ever. Even if it is orange.
I may have been remiss here in mentioning that the Narbonic Kickstarter has only 11 more days to go. They have made their nut, and are into the stretch goals, but if you were a fan back in The Day, you know you want to check this out.
And that? Is the news that’s fit to print. I do believe I’ll go to gym.
Fifth of Five still weighing in the 35,000 range, what with this and that.
“Bitter Truth?” she asked, feeling her eyebrows rise. “Who names a tea Bitter Truth?”
“Obviously, the White Wing Beverage Company does, though in earnest or in jest, I dare not speculate.”