mmerriam: (Dark Water)
So far today:

A weld around one of the recently replaced pipes to the recently replaced main water valve burst, sending water spewing into my living room.

We got drenched trying to get back to the house in a torrential rain. [livejournal.com profile] careswen simply could not move faster than a slow walk on her ankle, so yeah…

Trying to warm up from the drenching, tea was accidentally spilled on the upstairs carpet.

So…

Dear Water Spirit that I Seemed To Have Offended,

Yes, I know I took the naiad out of Dark Water Blues, which given the title seems like a stupid thing to do, but she just did not fit the story.

I would like to remind you that "Darkly Through the Light Waters," Old Blood's Fate, "Over the Bridge," "Rainfall," "Shades of Light and Foam," and Should We Drown in Feathered Sleep all feature water spirits in pivotal roles.

I think I've been a very good friend to water spirits in my fiction, so I'm asking you, please, cut it out.

Love,
Michael
mmerriam: (Dark Water)
So far today:

A weld around one of the recently replaced pipes to the recently replaced main water valve burst, sending water spewing into my living room.

We got drenched trying to get back to the house in a torrential rain. [livejournal.com profile] careswen simply could not move faster than a slow walk on her ankle, so yeah…

Trying to warm up from the drenching, tea was accidentally spilled on the upstairs carpet.

So…

Dear Water Spirit that I Seemed To Have Offended,

Yes, I know I took the naiad out of Dark Water Blues, which given the title seems like a stupid thing to do, but she just did not fit the story.

I would like to remind you that "Darkly Through the Light Waters," Old Blood's Fate, "Over the Bridge," "Rainfall," "Shades of Light and Foam," and Should We Drown in Feathered Sleep all feature water spirits in pivotal roles.

I think I've been a very good friend to water spirits in my fiction, so I'm asking you, please, cut it out.

Love,
Michael

Grrrr!

Dec. 18th, 2008 09:58 am
mmerriam: (Default)
We are repaired. The electrician figured which wire from our panel was running to the garages, and moved that wire to power our individual garage. His boss told him to charge me a lower rate. The Association maintains that it is the individual owners responsibility to pay for getting the wiring straightened out.

I'm going to be reading the association manual very carefully, and I'm going to the January Board Meeting. At the bare minimum, the Association should be coordinating the repair and spreading the cost out among the eight owners in the building. And if it turns out to be original build work, the association should pay to repair it. I'll be hanging onto the receipt from today.
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It is cold. Really, saying anything else is just adding emphasize to how utterly cold it is. So, it is cold. Yeah.

Also, we have snow. This should come as no surprise, what with living in Minnesota, but it occurred to me that this will only be our second "White Christmas" since moving north from Oklahoma. We had a white Christmas the first year we lived here (1999), but have gone back to Oklahoma every year since, except for 2003 when the family came here and it didn't snow. So yeah, white Christmas, looking forward to it.

We still have no power in the garage. Neither does my immediate neighbor, but we can't find a tripped breaker or GFI anywhere, so tomorrow the electrician is coming out to take a look. If it involves more than mine or the neighbors townhome (or terraced house, depending on your part of the world) and garage, I may have to send them over to the association office to discuss what shall be done. I'm supposed to be doing my holiday baking tomorrow. We shall see how this turns out, with the possibility of having no power for part of the day. The electrician will be here at 7:30 in the morning, so I'm hopeful.

I reset my workspace, moving all the stuff that will be going to Goodwill or disbursed among friends into the study closet until such a time as we can have friends over to take what they want before loading up the rest and taking it away. I have the Dell laptop (the one with broken lid hinges) on a docking port and acting as a desktop. It's running like a champ, but this is also the machine that burped and crashed and lost everything a couple of years ago (fortunately I had backed-up most everything on CD, so I only lost a few pictures and a couple of days worth of writing). Right now it's still running Windows XP and MS Office 2003, but if (when) it crashes again, I'm wiping it clean and installing Linux and Open Office. In the meantime, I'll make sure to back up any documents I work on every night. I bought a little 2GB Cruzer Micro for just this purpose.

I'm working on Rija's Tale, moving along at a reasonable clip. All the short stories have stalled, which means they still are not ready. I add a sentence or two here and there to them from time to time, or make some notes, but I guess things need more time to percolate in my brain before they're ready to be real stories. In the meantime, we've reached the "Torture Rija" part of the novel. I'm sure my poor character is not looking forward to this (I'm not either, really). Of course, later she gets to bite someone on the nose, so hey. As a character, Rija is really starting to grow, going from reacting to having developed enough experience and confidence to act first in a tight spot. I'm also seeing a darkening of her character as she become less naive and angrier at her situation. Eventually I may have to work her away from the darkness and anger, but she is a somewhat amoral character to being with, and life's hard knocks are not making her any softer or kinder. We shall see where she goes from here.

Rija's Tale
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It is cold. Really, saying anything else is just adding emphasize to how utterly cold it is. So, it is cold. Yeah.

Also, we have snow. This should come as no surprise, what with living in Minnesota, but it occurred to me that this will only be our second "White Christmas" since moving north from Oklahoma. We had a white Christmas the first year we lived here (1999), but have gone back to Oklahoma every year since, except for 2003 when the family came here and it didn't snow. So yeah, white Christmas, looking forward to it.

We still have no power in the garage. Neither does my immediate neighbor, but we can't find a tripped breaker or GFI anywhere, so tomorrow the electrician is coming out to take a look. If it involves more than mine or the neighbors townhome (or terraced house, depending on your part of the world) and garage, I may have to send them over to the association office to discuss what shall be done. I'm supposed to be doing my holiday baking tomorrow. We shall see how this turns out, with the possibility of having no power for part of the day. The electrician will be here at 7:30 in the morning, so I'm hopeful.

I reset my workspace, moving all the stuff that will be going to Goodwill or disbursed among friends into the study closet until such a time as we can have friends over to take what they want before loading up the rest and taking it away. I have the Dell laptop (the one with broken lid hinges) on a docking port and acting as a desktop. It's running like a champ, but this is also the machine that burped and crashed and lost everything a couple of years ago (fortunately I had backed-up most everything on CD, so I only lost a few pictures and a couple of days worth of writing). Right now it's still running Windows XP and MS Office 2003, but if (when) it crashes again, I'm wiping it clean and installing Linux and Open Office. In the meantime, I'll make sure to back up any documents I work on every night. I bought a little 2GB Cruzer Micro for just this purpose.

I'm working on Rija's Tale, moving along at a reasonable clip. All the short stories have stalled, which means they still are not ready. I add a sentence or two here and there to them from time to time, or make some notes, but I guess things need more time to percolate in my brain before they're ready to be real stories. In the meantime, we've reached the "Torture Rija" part of the novel. I'm sure my poor character is not looking forward to this (I'm not either, really). Of course, later she gets to bite someone on the nose, so hey. As a character, Rija is really starting to grow, going from reacting to having developed enough experience and confidence to act first in a tight spot. I'm also seeing a darkening of her character as she become less naive and angrier at her situation. Eventually I may have to work her away from the darkness and anger, but she is a somewhat amoral character to being with, and life's hard knocks are not making her any softer or kinder. We shall see where she goes from here.

Rija's Tale
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I think I'll hit the end of the first draft sometime late tomorrow or early on Wednesday, though I think I'm going to run a little over the 20K mark. Of course, by the time I rewrite and reach the final draft, who knows how big it will really be. Well, at least 20K, because that's what was called for.

Kudos to the wifey, [livejournal.com profile] careswen, who was understanding about my complete meltdown earlier today. I really wanted to have this first draft finished by tonight, but a million little things that needed my attention keep cropping up during the day, and the writing never got on track. She let me work this evening after dinner so the day wasn't a total wash for writing.

The fact that I was having a terrible vision day and kept bumbling into walls and doors and cat tails didn't help my mood, and when I dropped our best cold pack from the freezer to the floor and it hit with a splat and burst, sending white gel goo everywhere, frankly that almost ruined my whole day. Of course I was stupid and bent down to pick it up and then...

Well, if you guessed I hit the back of my head on the slowly closing freezer door, you would be correct.

Yeah, one of those days.

Tomorrow I plan to take the laptop to a coffeeshop, someplace away from all the distractions of the house, and write until I either finish the first draft or explode from espresso overload.

Untitled Weird West Steampunk Novella
mmerriam: (Type)
I think I'll hit the end of the first draft sometime late tomorrow or early on Wednesday, though I think I'm going to run a little over the 20K mark. Of course, by the time I rewrite and reach the final draft, who knows how big it will really be. Well, at least 20K, because that's what was called for.

Kudos to the wifey, [livejournal.com profile] careswen, who was understanding about my complete meltdown earlier today. I really wanted to have this first draft finished by tonight, but a million little things that needed my attention keep cropping up during the day, and the writing never got on track. She let me work this evening after dinner so the day wasn't a total wash for writing.

The fact that I was having a terrible vision day and kept bumbling into walls and doors and cat tails didn't help my mood, and when I dropped our best cold pack from the freezer to the floor and it hit with a splat and burst, sending white gel goo everywhere, frankly that almost ruined my whole day. Of course I was stupid and bent down to pick it up and then...

Well, if you guessed I hit the back of my head on the slowly closing freezer door, you would be correct.

Yeah, one of those days.

Tomorrow I plan to take the laptop to a coffeeshop, someplace away from all the distractions of the house, and write until I either finish the first draft or explode from espresso overload.

Untitled Weird West Steampunk Novella
mmerriam: (Default)
The contractor came and hung new drywall today. Tomorrow he will come back and finish the sanding and whatever else needs repaired, then I need to paint, reseat the commode upstairs, and replace the wallpaper border in the kitchen. Almost there.

I started the novella last night and have continued on into today. I realized that the first scene I wrote will stand fine as a first scene, but the one I'm working on right now will likely be the third or fourth scene, maybe even later, since it involves a rather large reveal.

Right now I have a group of near strangers traveling across the plains on a train, which is about to stop because a bridge was damaged by a tornado.

Which will bring us to the collision of a ghost town that should not be, an out-of-control monster summoned for revenge, a pair of pistoleers, an English nobleman, a werewolf, an Aether Oscillator, a German inventor, a Harvard professor, a Shoshone witch, an aging U.S. Marshal, a half-fey British Secret Service Agent, a Dyno-Electro Arc-Projector, an out-of-work buffalo hunter with one of the biggest rifle made at the time, and the fastest train in the west, powered by a fire elemental.

I think I might be on the verge of it being a Weird West Steampunk Horror story.

I have no idea where this is going, but it sounds like a fun ride. I hope I can cram it all into 20,000 words

Untitled Weird West Steampunk Novella
mmerriam: (Default)
The contractor came and hung new drywall today. Tomorrow he will come back and finish the sanding and whatever else needs repaired, then I need to paint, reseat the commode upstairs, and replace the wallpaper border in the kitchen. Almost there.

I started the novella last night and have continued on into today. I realized that the first scene I wrote will stand fine as a first scene, but the one I'm working on right now will likely be the third or fourth scene, maybe even later, since it involves a rather large reveal.

Right now I have a group of near strangers traveling across the plains on a train, which is about to stop because a bridge was damaged by a tornado.

Which will bring us to the collision of a ghost town that should not be, an out-of-control monster summoned for revenge, a pair of pistoleers, an English nobleman, a werewolf, an Aether Oscillator, a German inventor, a Harvard professor, a Shoshone witch, an aging U.S. Marshal, a half-fey British Secret Service Agent, a Dyno-Electro Arc-Projector, an out-of-work buffalo hunter with one of the biggest rifle made at the time, and the fastest train in the west, powered by a fire elemental.

I think I might be on the verge of it being a Weird West Steampunk Horror story.

I have no idea where this is going, but it sounds like a fun ride. I hope I can cram it all into 20,000 words

Untitled Weird West Steampunk Novella
mmerriam: (Coffee)
I know I've been quieter than usual. I'm locked in a do-or-die struggle with the end of my novel. I know how the novel ends, I'm just not sure of the path. Until I get these last 8k of so words down, I'm going to be a little distracted. I'm pretty sure I've haven't killed enough characters or blown up enough stuff.

I've got everything set to finish the repairs to my walls, I just need to fax the quotes over to All-State tomorrow. The bad news is, I've got the bill for the plumbing (after hours Saturday rates) and while the pipe that broke was only half my responsibility, according to the Home Owners Association rules, I have to try and get the other half from the other owner myself. The HOA will provide arbitration and mediation, but that's all. This after they told me they would pay the bill and then bill me and other owner for our halves. I am…unamused.

Working on reserving a room at a B&B in Stillwater for [livejournal.com profile] careswen and I. We need a little getaway. If any of my flist has stayed in Stillwater, your input about a good place to stay would be welcome.

Changed the Reverend's diet on the recommendation of a vet. She seems to be adjusting easily enough.

I did not get the job at the café. I do have an interview tomorrow with a place that sells memorials, monuments, urns, and that sort of thing for a customer service and shipping position.

Now I'm off to do a little writing, sort out my notes concerning all the home repair, and prep for this weekend's trip to Bay Lake. We are staying with friends at a cabin on the lake for a weekend-long birthday party.

Dark Water Blues
mmerriam: (Coffee)
I know I've been quieter than usual. I'm locked in a do-or-die struggle with the end of my novel. I know how the novel ends, I'm just not sure of the path. Until I get these last 8k of so words down, I'm going to be a little distracted. I'm pretty sure I've haven't killed enough characters or blown up enough stuff.

I've got everything set to finish the repairs to my walls, I just need to fax the quotes over to All-State tomorrow. The bad news is, I've got the bill for the plumbing (after hours Saturday rates) and while the pipe that broke was only half my responsibility, according to the Home Owners Association rules, I have to try and get the other half from the other owner myself. The HOA will provide arbitration and mediation, but that's all. This after they told me they would pay the bill and then bill me and other owner for our halves. I am…unamused.

Working on reserving a room at a B&B in Stillwater for [livejournal.com profile] careswen and I. We need a little getaway. If any of my flist has stayed in Stillwater, your input about a good place to stay would be welcome.

Changed the Reverend's diet on the recommendation of a vet. She seems to be adjusting easily enough.

I did not get the job at the café. I do have an interview tomorrow with a place that sells memorials, monuments, urns, and that sort of thing for a customer service and shipping position.

Now I'm off to do a little writing, sort out my notes concerning all the home repair, and prep for this weekend's trip to Bay Lake. We are staying with friends at a cabin on the lake for a weekend-long birthday party.

Dark Water Blues
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Tired. Cranky. Calculating cost to repair the drywall and re-seat a commode.

Here's a word meter. Perhaps I'll be verbose tomorrow. Perhaps.

Dark Water Blues
mmerriam: (Default)
Tired. Cranky. Calculating cost to repair the drywall and re-seat a commode.

Here's a word meter. Perhaps I'll be verbose tomorrow. Perhaps.

Dark Water Blues
mmerriam: (Devil Skwerl)
"Now That's Comedy!"

Besides housework, I'm also do some around the house repair and one-time projects today (because as our other friend Red Green, would say: "If the woman can't find you handsome, they should at least find you handy."), one of which was to do some cleaning on the outside of the townhouse, where we had a gift left by a visiting bird on the side of the building.

I pulled out the garden hose and, realizing that I'd left this particular spray nozzle on the hose and outside all winter, went to the garage for a different nozzle, one I had stored properly and felt I could trust.

So I screw the thing onto the hose, and the hose onto the outside faucet and I turn the whole thing on.

Apparently this nozzle (one of those adjustable sprayers) had given it up over winter, despite my best efforts. Water shot out from everywhere, in all directions, pretty much soaking me. I turned it all back off and looked at the nozzle in disgust.

Now, in retrospect, I should have stopped there.

Instead, I decided to try the other nozzle. This was a much worse drenching than with the previous one. I reached down to turn off the faucet.

And the knob comes off in my hand.

So I'm trying to get it back on so I can turn the (seriously cold) water off, and I can't quite manage it. I toss the hose toward the rock garden and squat down and get the handle back on enough to turn off the water.

That hose rose up from the rock garden like some kind of deranged water-spitting viper, flailing and flinging water everywhere until at last I managed to get the stupid knob back in place and turn off the water. So now I'm standing on my patio, sopping wet, panting slightly, and shivering.

That's when I heard the laughter.

I turn and look up the hill to find Platinum and Fuchsia-hair girl, who lives in the townhouse above and across from us (and has revert back to being a blonde), standing inside her fence laughing hysterically. I turn around and glare and she runs back inside, howling her fool head off the whole time.

Dignity? Whatever. Like I have any of that left.

But I did clean up the outside of the townhouse, and I fixed the faucet knob, and the leak in the bathroom, and cleaned the fireplace, and finished the laundry, and maybe finally fixed the noisy freezer fan, and did all the housework I planned for today, so it's all good.

Tomorrow I will tackle other projects, so stay tuned!
mmerriam: (Devil Skwerl)
"Now That's Comedy!"

Besides housework, I'm also do some around the house repair and one-time projects today (because as our other friend Red Green, would say: "If the woman can't find you handsome, they should at least find you handy."), one of which was to do some cleaning on the outside of the townhouse, where we had a gift left by a visiting bird on the side of the building.

I pulled out the garden hose and, realizing that I'd left this particular spray nozzle on the hose and outside all winter, went to the garage for a different nozzle, one I had stored properly and felt I could trust.

So I screw the thing onto the hose, and the hose onto the outside faucet and I turn the whole thing on.

Apparently this nozzle (one of those adjustable sprayers) had given it up over winter, despite my best efforts. Water shot out from everywhere, in all directions, pretty much soaking me. I turned it all back off and looked at the nozzle in disgust.

Now, in retrospect, I should have stopped there.

Instead, I decided to try the other nozzle. This was a much worse drenching than with the previous one. I reached down to turn off the faucet.

And the knob comes off in my hand.

So I'm trying to get it back on so I can turn the (seriously cold) water off, and I can't quite manage it. I toss the hose toward the rock garden and squat down and get the handle back on enough to turn off the water.

That hose rose up from the rock garden like some kind of deranged water-spitting viper, flailing and flinging water everywhere until at last I managed to get the stupid knob back in place and turn off the water. So now I'm standing on my patio, sopping wet, panting slightly, and shivering.

That's when I heard the laughter.

I turn and look up the hill to find Platinum and Fuchsia-hair girl, who lives in the townhouse above and across from us (and has revert back to being a blonde), standing inside her fence laughing hysterically. I turn around and glare and she runs back inside, howling her fool head off the whole time.

Dignity? Whatever. Like I have any of that left.

But I did clean up the outside of the townhouse, and I fixed the faucet knob, and the leak in the bathroom, and cleaned the fireplace, and finished the laundry, and maybe finally fixed the noisy freezer fan, and did all the housework I planned for today, so it's all good.

Tomorrow I will tackle other projects, so stay tuned!
mmerriam: (Rev. Selena)
I have verified that the two tiny plastic lobsters found roaming loose in Merriam Manor were not the two previously captured tiny lobsters, but in fact two entirely new tiny plastic lobsters. I will discover who is leaving tiny plastic lobsters hidden in my home, and I will get you. Yes, I will.

Twin Cities Speculative Fiction Writers Network meeting at the Uptown Lund's community room. About 17 people came to the meeting, including Bruce Bethke. It's always good to have Bruce to talk to. We talked about the approaching con season, especially Minicon, and the proposed anthology project.

We need someone in the group to step up and be the lead person on this project. We have plenty of volunteers for other positions, including me as part of the editing team, but we need an over-all person to coordinate the effort. I would like to get this project going.

Jason Wittman brought his proofs from the Baen's Best of Anthology for us to look at.

I didn't stay for the workshop part. I felt like I didn't really get to talk to anyone, despite the fact that I seemed to be the person most on the ball (or at least flapping my gums the most) concerning the anthology project. I would have like to have had a few minutes just to chat with some people and it didn't happen. Such is life.

Wrote about 350 words on one of the last short fiction projects.

Came home, ate, poked at the intarwebs, watched an episode of "Lost" and here we are. O! The Rock-n-Roll Lifestyle.

I'm going to get another cup of tea and try to get some work in.

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