…and it’s 20,000 words longer than it used to be. I can’t figure where that happened—but hey, maybe it’s a difference in word-counters. Or maybe the revisions are that thorough. The old tag at the top said 100,000 words. The new count is 120,000.
Now I just have to get it into pdf, then another conversion to html, then do a cover, then assemble it and convert to .prc, then get it assembled in Calibre, for .epub and some 9 other formats. While straightening out all the weird artifacts that happen at each conversion.
I’ll do that during the hours that most people spend going out, living life, etc. Meanwhile I now have to make up lost time on the new Foreigner book, the state tax people have e-mailed me with a problem of some undefined sort, corporate taxes are due, a bookstore wants me to sign their stock, which they are mailing to me, the rink is down for repairs, the fish tank needs attention, I have to bake bread or we have no breakfast tomorrow, I have to write the next scene in Seeking North, and the Anderson anthology wants a little afterword for my short story and the Lawyers in Hell thing has no end of questions which I think I’m just going to leave to their ingenuity—I’m up to my ears. I’d just like to go back to bed and lie still a while, but that’s not happening.
And Jane’s computer has just blown up with all the artwork for CC, all her manuscripts, conversions, etc, so she is backing up, hoping the backup works, and out taking vengeance on dandelions trying to establish in our rock garden while I babysit the Demon Kitten and try to assure he doesn’t pounce on Ysabel’s tail.
Those dandelions, are, believe me, toast.
Jane’s computer went ‘splodo?!? I don’t blame her for taking out the dandelions with Extreme Prejudice. I hope that a. she had substantial backups, and b. the data recovery goes well.
Not surprised that Lawyers in Hell is causing problems. Asking rude questions is, after all, what lawyers do 😀 Otherwise, it’s just the usual accumulation of daily rubbish which rains down upon us all. In your case, a different flavor of rubbish, but still rubbish. For librarians, it means Summer Reading Programs across the nation are gearing up; in my case, it means the prizes and materials are late in arriving and we begin pre-registration in 2 weeks. Where’s my stuff?!?
It just went seriously haywire when trying just to move files around in Explorer. Froze completely. Grrr… One of several nerve wracking moments I’ve had, so we’re finally going to break down and get the online constant backup for both computers.
This is the one that’s loaded with every graphics program imaginable for editing the family film and doing covers and such, so if one’s going to go ballistic, chances are it’s this one.
Good luck. I’m sitting with a computer I dare not turn off or let go to sleep until I can replace it. You know there’s been one restart so far that took a lot of cursing and sacrifice of plot bunnies to get it up and running again. With luck, Russ will be home in June and we can do something with it then, if I haven’t been able to replace it before hand.
So you have my sympathy. That’ ‘freeze just to drive you crazy stuff’ is their revenge, you know. I swear my computer is trying out for the part of giant paper weight some days.
Yep. Murphy rules.
So the current version of Chernevog is the one that will soon be available on Calibre? And I can read it on my Kindle? Ill look forward to being able to read it. Those two are the only ones of your books I haven’t read yet, oddly enough. I have them; I just haven’t read them.
Ugh. Tax problems. Good luck on those.
That’s right.
*drool* 😉
Made a brief run to Costco for chicken, tuna, and salad. Not to mention filling the tank.
I put on the bread to bake. It smells great.
For supper: Parmesan Chicken Caesar salad, and fresh Italian bread.
Dead easy 10 minute chicken recipe: precooked chicken bits, in non-stick skillet with virgin olive oil, salt, pepper, basil, do not skimp on pepper and basil: cook vigorously, stirring now and again. Make salad while chicken cooks and heats, toss with dressing. Chicken is now done: turn off heat under non-stick pan, toss in half to 3/4 cup of parmesan cheese, grated, stir once to coat chicken, serve atop the Caesar salad. More pepper optional.
I wrote the afterword. That’s gone. I readdressed the addy I blew on a bookplate. That’s no way to make a profit.
I redid the French tax forms that I have screwed up 4 times for my agent. Let’s hope I got it right this time!
I took 30 minutes to relax.
After the backup, Jane’s computer sorted itself out on reboot, so we think we have dodged a bullet.
We have decided if we get all the datafiles backed up on something like Carbonite, we can run any computer that will serve and we need not worry.
Ysabel and Demon Kitten have bumped noses several times today and Ysabel is swatting him now with punches very considerably pulled—as in, very measured reaction: she’s now into teaching him, not doing any harm. This is very good for a 15-year-old kitty whose other name is Miss Cuisinart.
Look into Dropbox where you can sync between platforms. I love Carbonite and I can access their drives from any of our computers but it doesn’t sync.
Thanks for the advice! We’re a little scared of synking…I’ve lost things that way by overwriting the file I hoped was extant on one of our several machines of increasing vintage. Because our stuff explores alleys we may turn out not to want, what we most want is something that will preserve every ‘save’ version until blitzed by choice and allow us to discard a false path.
If always include the date in the file names and Save As New you can carefully manage it. Consistency, consistency and consistency in your naming conventions helps.
What is this “going out, living life, etc” that you’re talking about? Some new fiction?
LOL, Miss Cuisinart!
This ‘life’ whereof I speak is rumored to exist. All very young people believe it.
Of course when you have taxes to do and bills to pay, alas, it does get a wee bit more chaotic.
Amen, Sistah !! Spent the afternoon with a tax lawyer(s). Grim.
May all your troubles smooth out. (Okay, not the best thing to say to a pretzel maker or bread braider.) (I know there’s a special word for a loaf of bread that’s been braided. Frell if I can think of it.)
That chicken recipe sounds good. Will copy it down. If my spinach and other veggies from last week are still good, I’m going to consult Shejidan’s discussion on it and try for a Shejidan green sauce pizza. My first pizza effort went well, tho’ too much oregano and next time, I’ll know to create the marinara first.
One hopes the doomed dandelions’ defeat demonstrates data discovery….
The dandelions are toast…. If they can be wine or salad… Okay, toasted dandelions might be going a bit too far.
Poor Jane. Hope she has better results after all.
Congrats on the Russian trilogy…triptych? Looking forward to it.
Ysabel and demon Kitten Eushu coming to an understanding: Good for them. Youngster will learn a thing or two, and the lady will have seone keeping her on her toes…and perhaps amused and pleased at the little imp. He looks permanently, thoroughly pleased in the photos, a sunny disposition. (Smokey is like that; also very sure he’s the Alpha, top cat.) Good going, Eushu kid. Good for Ysabel too. She could use some enjoyment.
LOL BCS, I think you mean Challah bread (another fine yiddish word)
And I’ve heard roasted dandelion roots make a substitute for coffee, so toasted dandelions might be better than you think. Personally I’ve never been brave enough to try it. As far as I’m concerned, dealing with dandelions does NOT require finesse… I’ve been known to spray the strongest weedkiller I could find on the suckers and just live with circles of brown for a few months.
If you dig dandelions before they bloom and if they have not been sprayed with BAD STUFF, they make a wonderful addition to any salad.
In the spring on the mainland, I’ve been known to pick a mess of young dandelion greens and cook them up. I find them a bit milky and bitter for inclusion in a salad, but perfectly tasty as a cooked ‘green’. Dad’s favorite implement of destruction for dandelions was a hoe handle with a forked ‘poker’ at the end, which he would take on walks. He would shove it down at the base of the dandelion rosette and sever the root. Not sure if this completely killed the plant, as they can sprout from a root, but it did it for that season’s crown.
Heard something interesting about picking lettuce that might apply to dandelions: pick it in the AM at the coolest time of day and it helps with the bitterness (and milkiness, which is where the ‘bitter’ lies.) just a thought.
Hard to type. Demon kitten has settled on my left hand with it in low position. Typing 2/3 of keyboard with right hand. Weird.