alfreda89: 3 foot concrete Medieval style gargoyle with author's hand resting on its head. (Default)

Still alive. But have lost three people I valued in the past month, and along with the rising smoke, that was making it hard to post anything anywhere. (I have a bunch of back posts for here. Some might still get here eventually.)

But--Cow watch.

I am on virtual cow watch via Twitter with a writer/dairy farmer in Pennsylvania.

Beki's trying to keep her sense of humor--it is this heifer's first, and Tweed is defiantly saying 'I'm fine, this is Normal' and doing things like insisting on grass outside and jumping a fence or two. As her udder drips milk.

Sometimes I think the farmers of Twitter have kept me more or less sane this pandemic. I think the interest of stranger writers & fans and our odd hours support have helped them. They are isolated with toddlers, aging parents who refuse to take precautions, and working multiple jobs. They are at the end of their rope, too.

I follow several farmers and shepherds on Twitter and Facebook. Their hard work and dedication is a pipeline to my great-grandparents. Their battle to hang onto their sense of humor and compassion is inspiring. (Several are funny as &%$#. So if you need some occasionally off-color toddler humor, or a battle with courting barred owls (that would be @NeolithicSheep) I can recommend reconnecting to the land via herders and gardeners. (You can also enjoy writer T. Kingfisher as she rants about bugs, plants, and heirloom vegetables. On occasion we get her running D&D real-time, which never gets old.) Right now I am Cat  Kimbriel there.

This could all change in a month--Twitter is going to lay claim to posts. Maybe EM will buy it, although I have my doubts. Which means I will be sharing sunsets there to help folks locate awesome photographers for calendars, note cards and prints, and things like @Thereisnocat_ which leaves Wordle in the dust. And of course Book View Cafe. New books, a great new site, blog posts almost daily.

There is still a pandemic, and some of us still mask. Because the smoke makes my lungs bleed. Still healing, but too slowly, IMO.
 

alfreda89: (anime)
Well, between the idiocy at Facebook--both their aggressive pursuit of clicks and their changing the frames per second of the latest upgrade, thus triggering migraines in many of us--I have been contemplating social media, and where to take a stand.

Also, I am still healing, but the pandemic and shipping problems have complicated my life in too many ways. I have been waiting almost a month for a shipment from New Zealand. It's something that may allow me to level up to the next health plateau. But who knows how fast it will get here. I would have guessed two weeks at the fastest before shipping backlog and USPS re-org.

Right now I am thinking about moving my longer posts over here (probably buying in, as I once did with Live Journal) and just posting links at FB and Twitter. Cat memes and such will remain over there, but writing, politics, and all-over-the-map stuff may move here. Stuff that was Friend post or special post at FB will be Frie4nd post here, too, so you can join--it's free for a basic journal. It's easier right now than creating a new web site, frankly. Too many balls are in play. I don't want to drop any of them.

I have the uncomfortable feeling I will need to leave here. Between the AQ and the ancient sea bed we float upon, plus vortex weather upping its game (used to be 3 years out of 10. It's been the last three years....)it is not looking like a good place for me to contemplate early retirement. The question is, where is my Venn diagram so I can spend the most time in good air/humidity, and go out to visit folks? I don't know. And the way things are in Texas right now, I don't know that returning to Austin is an option.

But--good news! My 7500+ word ghost story is now out from Book View Cafe. Murmurs in the Dark. Both ebook and print. I'll post some info on it in a bit here.

May you all be doing well. Remember--just functioning right now is a triumph!
alfreda89: (Blankenship Reeds)
Sometimes I would hear flying squirrels on the roof during mating season. Sometimes, I now know I did have squirrels--grey squirrels, young ones, in the roof. Until a cat, or hawk, or the young bald eagle got them.

Sigh. Pest removal is no joke. Locals kept saying I could not have squirrels--I had no attic.

I have a crawl space.
Of intruders and nightmares )
But they always arrived as metaphor.
alfreda89: (Winter_Mette's Glogg)
Special blog today--I'm over at writer Lawrence M. Schoen's blog for his Eating Authors feature.

(No, I'm sorry, but we are not actually eating authors. I know you zombie fans are disappointed.)

Lawrence has a character who is a gourmand. Therefore a blog feature about writers reporting memorable meals seemed like a natural fit for his web site. Drop by!

Let me tell you about the glories of churrascaria style BBQ....
alfreda89: 3 foot concrete Medieval style gargoyle with author's hand resting on its head. (Mascot)
Allie and I are going to go blow a few things up.

Writing --

Jan. 19th, 2008 04:55 pm
alfreda89: 3 foot concrete Medieval style gargoyle with author's hand resting on its head. (Default)
I was sorry not to go to the salt tasting last night, but I wrote 9 pages. (It was after the worst ADD day in a long time.)

I hope this means I'm forgiven.
alfreda89: 3 foot concrete Medieval style gargoyle with author's hand resting on its head. (Default)
... to allow the subconscious to weigh all alternatives, plus a bracing call from [livejournal.com profile] bevhale, the finest living cheerleader in the world, has brought me to this conclusion:

I will write the book. I will write it the way I want it, not catering to any trends. Simply what I want to write. After paying attention to trends for so many years, and being so dreadfully off the mark (I cherish Ginjer Buchanan's chortle after I told her I was making a stab into girl-horse fantasy. She informed me that my book was 'clean, tough and non-sentimental' and as far away from girl book horse fantasy as she could imagine. Another editor told me it was too dark for Tor. I quit while I was ahead. But I will write that series, too -- after this one.)

And I will also work on the new Allie book. I hope she'll be less capricious with some competition.

On another hand -- I am going to create a FAQ section for my web site. To raise curiosity about future Allie books, and perhaps sell a few chapbooks, thus pleasing my publisher. Are there any questions that y'all think I should post, other than the "Will there be more Allie stories after NIGHT CALLS and KINDRED RITES?"

LJ Readers have the inside track, here -- ask away. I might answer!
alfreda89: 3 foot concrete Medieval style gargoyle with author's hand resting on its head. (Chai anime)
...but as usual, they were dumb things that in hindsight I can't list. Still -- smaller piles, much BBQ consumed, not much sleep, some writing, some webbing -- and [livejournal.com profile] dragonherder1 and [livejournal.com profile] tia_tarina hooking us on another anime, Ranma 1/2.

Tonight, perhaps real sleep?! (Yes, this is bad punctuation, but expresses my mood.)
alfreda89: 3 foot concrete Medieval style gargoyle with author's hand resting on its head. (Default)
Because it's taken much too much time to do web sites, and not enough Allie book is getting recorded. The little stinker keeps tacking the next scene one or two out, just dangling it out there.

While, in other fronts, the SPIDER GODDESS books have calmed down in the note-taking.

Oh, no -- I don't get off that easily. See, I haven't been on speaking terms with my subconscious for years. Turns out that, like my outer self, my inner self is quite happy to continue spinning stories and simply slot the stuff in the queue, waiting its turn.

Then the meds somehow bridge the gap, and we're talking again.

It was one thing to be dealing with bisexual cultures in a fantasy (in the 80 pages of %$@#$ notes.) Now, I've got a young architect who is both reluctantly gay and reluctantly a shaman. He has everything under control (he thinks) until he meets a youngish professor/linguist who has become a werewolf in the past 18 months. Or is he a werewolf? What if it's something else?

They assure me I get a mystery with this, too. And that they're 40%ers. I can handle their lives. Some of their friends, I may need some help. But them, piece of cake.

They seem to think I know a werewolf/shapeshifter. (Well, I know a few shamans.)

...We are going to work on Allie RIGHT NOW. We will FINISH the scene with the ravaging biscuit, no matter how many shifty professors show up.

Really.
alfreda89: 3 foot concrete Medieval style gargoyle with author's hand resting on its head. (DontWannaCat)
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