Dec 31
Peoples of the Future! I write to you from the distant past! Some of you will be reading this year(s?) in the future (like, maybe, almost 24 hours after I post it *cough*). I can only imagine the wonders your eyes have seen. The advances humanity has made in that time. The jokes, the memes, the pop cultural references of which I cannot even conceive. I envy you, future peoples.
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We’ve traveled. It’s dryer, here, and my body isn’t quite sure what to make of it. It seems to have decided to complain, so my sinuses are actually worse than at home (though that could easily be the result of the travel itself, and having to interact at close quarters with the filthy mass of humanity: always my favorite) and I’ve spent many an odd moment irrigating them. While creation at large seems to be irritating them. Which in turn vexes me. It’s an uncomfortable, and often unpleasant cycle. But that’s not why you’re here!
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It’s the time of year, again, where the amount of things doesn’t really fit into the time allotted for them. For us, we’ve had Mrs. Dave’s ‘rents here for the last few days. It’s been great to have other eyes on the Wee Horde, and they all enjoyed it, too. My brain took enough of a rest that I was actually able to write, yesterday. And the house is still clean! Which I’m promptly going to ruin, as I pack for the imminent holiday departure.
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I don’t have anything clever today. This week has been a rough one, with a good bit in the way of sleep disturbances, courtesy of the Wee Horde and Uncle Sam, and us all unrecovered from Thanksgiving Break, too. Fortunately, Mrs. Dave’s parents will be joining us for a visit, and extra hands to mind the pint-sized barbarians will be helpful.
I’m sorry this post is late. Everything else has made the fictioning grind more or less to a standstill, which I mislike something fierce. The other side of that particular coin is that I was so focused on getting to the big AI reveal that I neglected to plan for after. “He gets empowered by the AI, which dies, then Stuff Happens. Eventually he fights with Perseus. Maybe.” So I’ve been beating my head against that wall for several days while working to keep soul and body together and planning for the holidays. But I promised more fiction. Late, but delivered. Read more
Goodness, me. We survived the annual Giving of Thanks. I, myself, performed the ritual roasting-in-effigy of Lord Gobble the Tyrant, and even managed to get the sides all done together, and still warm. And the pie (the pie was really good), too. An extra-long weekend was survived by all, with some small planning and purchasing done. No writing, though, which galls. I’m glad I wasn’t doing NaNoWriMo this year (not really, at least). I just can’t manage that level of output right now, which is also galling. I don’t even have a chapter for you, this week. I’ll be back at that next week, though.
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Here, we go. It’s Tuesday, and the Wee Horde are on Thanksgiving Break as of this afternoon. I’m not enormously thrilled by this development. I just barely survived the last five day weekend, and I’ve developed some delightful upper respiratory crud recently. While I’m hitting it with a full court press (minus prescription antibiotics, which require a middleman) and actually feeling fairly decent, that still grinds on the ability to do, well, anything. Aaaaaand, we’re charging headlong into the holiday season. Plots are in motion, games are afoot (and sometime a-hand), and I’m not ready. I’m never ready. Can one be ready?
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The chaos and madness in Hong Kong is interfering with writing. Shocking, I know. Anyway, Mrs. Dave is home, and we’re all adjusting. I’ve been sleeping poorly, but everything else is better, which is nice. Wee Dave and Wee-er Dave are ecstatic to have Mommy home. And we’re charging breakneck into the busiest period of increasingly full years. I’m not ready. I’m getting awfully tired of being the guy in nominal charge, too. The word mines are pretty dark, right now, too. I’m getting some choice nuggets out, but I’d rather expand my operations, so to speak. It’s just not happening.
But you aren’t here to listen to me whine. I have fiction, though not as much as I want. I’m still hitting some snags with the current thing. I knew exactly where I was going up to a certain point. Now I’ve hit that, and I keep getting ideas. As any writer knows, ideas are a two edged sharp thingy, which can cut you instead of what you want to cut. I also may have written myself into a bit of a corner. I’m still evaluating. I’ll be honest: I’m kicking that can down the road a bit. I’ll be back next week with more. I appreciate your forbearance.
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