Reading, Writing, and Real Life in November, 2018

Don’t worry; I do intend to blog soon about something other than grammar…

There are a few novels I’ve read (or tried to read) recently, and I want to tell you about them. (Of course, part of that will be telling you about some of the pervasive errors in one of ’em: Referring to a planet as Tao Ceti G, for example. And span as the past-tense of spin. *rolls eyes* At least I got yet another homophone error to add to my list, right?)

There’s that bit of information I finally managed to track down — research for background of a secondary character — just in time for it to become totally irrelevant due to… technology upgrades, let’s say. (So Hephaestus gets his way, after all. Retroactively. *sigh* I understand what the primary author was trying to say when we discussed this, but y’know, sometimes it’s not a bad thing to allow fictional people to have weaknesses or vulnerabilities. What next, deciding that the “allergy” to ferrous materials that’s a species-wide trait for certain characters is suddenly not an issue because someone invented a “cure”?) Since we’re making necessary changes (there’s a joke in that somewhere — my cats think it’s funny, anyway) to characters’ backstories and whatnot, I wonder just how far these changes will go. (Yay! I just realized that I can keep the information I tracked down if I simply repurpose it slightly…)

There’s the good news that my sister-in-law knows someone with a 3D printer, and this person expressed willingness to trade a bit of printing for a bit of fancy sewing. (SiL offered to make a medieval costume in exchange for a small 3D model of the Betula, a starship in some not-yet-published fiction, based on an existing CGI model that Paul made years ago. You can see a simplified version of the CGI in this old blog post.) A physical model of a starship from one of my stories — awesome! (So, yeah, Paul needs to hurry up and make CGI models of other ships, too. If we get a model of the Betula, we’ll want a model of the Roald Amundsen, and then we’ll want a model of… a ship that I just realized I don’t have a name for. *sigh* Didn’t ever think of that, did we? Could kinda be important, if that ship is going to be present in an upcoming battle…)

There’s the inevitable (because some people don’t pay attention) need to respond to comments I’ve received recently about, ‘Why don’t you do NaNoWriMo? Everybody who’s a Real Writer does NaNoWriMo! If you don’t have peer pressure to write at least 1667 words every day, you won’t ever write anything at all, because every person needs to be accountable to their peers!’ [insert famous Inigo Montoya quote here] I’m primarily an editor, but that doesn’t seem to matter so some people. (It’ll matter in a month of two, when they want me to edit their Very Small Novel for only five dollars: ‘Hey, your an editor, will you edit my fiction novel that I just wrote last week, I want it to be perfect and I think I might have misspelled a couple of words?’ Really?)

There are photos of the small pride of feral-ish cats who have taken up residence on my back porch. (As of yesterday, they have finally decided to use the “Habitat for Felinity” that Paul built.) Five kittens and both parents, plus occasionally another adult cat we think is the momma cat’s litter mate… We’re calling them “thistle cats” because they used to den under the piles of Russian thistle (tumbleweed — yes, this “symbol of the American Southwest” is originally from Russia) behind our backyard fence.

Here, have a thistle kitten photo now:

That’s Smudge, named for the little black smudge on his nose. His litter mate Patch is the same colors but has less black. There are also two orange-and-white kittens, Ginger and Curry, and one mostly black kitten named Tux. Their mom is a small tortie, and their father is a white floofycat who can make even the most derpy cattish behavior look elegant when he does it. The kittens all seem plump because of their winter pelts — our cat Tabitha looked like a little butterball during the winter she lived outside before deciding to become a house cat. We are not keeping these cats; it’s our intention to get them accustomed to humans so they can go forth and find their own house to be house cats in (or, as Grace says, maybe meet a nice farmer who wants a small pride of cats to keep both their barn and their house rodent-free).





About Thomas Weaver

For several years, I’ve been putting my uncanny knack for grammar and punctuation, along with an eclectic mental collection of facts, to good use as a Wielder of the Red Pen of Doom (editor). I'm physically disabled, and I currently live with my smugly good-looking twin Paul, who writes military science fiction and refuses to talk about his military service because he can’t. Sometimes Paul and I collaborate on stories, and sometimes I just edit whatever he writes. It's worked out rather well so far. My list of non-writing-related jobs from the past includes librarian, art model, high school teacher, science lab gofer… Although I have no spouse or offspring to tell you about, I do have eight cats. I currently spend my time blogging, reading, editing, and fending off cats who like my desk better than my twin’s.
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2 Responses to Reading, Writing, and Real Life in November, 2018

  1. Peers, schmeers. Where some folks get such ideas is beyond me. Real Writers do their thing in solitary confinement. Even when a writing project is collaborative, it’s like doing yoga with a pal, not like playing a team spectator sport. Because writing is therapeutic, I’m all for any program that motivates people to do it, but the manner in which many people choose to participate in NNWM defeats the purpose of the exercise. Besides, nothing in the NNWM rules requires the completion of a novel: 50K words of miscellaneous partial scenes, research notes, and outlining also qualify.

    Smudge is quite photogenic. A dozen years ago, when I was in cat-hiring mode, I decided to “interview” a harlequin whose mug shot had been put in the local paper by the animal shelter. He turned out to be Mr. Personality, so he got the job. Best of luck to Smudge and Co., for finding good gigs.

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    • Where they get such ideas is from the way so many Serious and Totally For-Real Writers, especially but not limited to the younger ones, spend their time in crowded coffee shops, desperately hoping everyone else there notices (and admires, of course) how Writerly they’re being. I think some of them can’t write without an audience, and by that, I don’t mean they can’t write without knowing someone will want to read what they’ve written, but that they can’t write — or don’t think it’s worth the effort — unless someone is watching them do it. If that’s part of their process, that’s okay, but I wish they’d stop demanding that everyone do it that way.

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