Every meal is a banquet! Every paycheck a fortune! Every formation a parade!

It’s been an unseasonable, wintry week here in southern New England, enough so that I just went around and shut all the windows. Usually, I’m one of the hardcore holdouts who still has a window open in the bedroom until almost November… but this is cold, cold, cold.

Boxes are my favorite!I’m 3/5ths packed to move house–the Presumptuous Cat is far too much an expert at relocations to take boxes as anything except an exciting forerunner of new windows with perhaps even better birds–and in a couple of hours I shall be picking my dear Mr. Lynch, whom I hold in the highest regard, up at the airport in preparation for Viable Paradise.

The cats are celebrating a lack of Giant Ridiculous Dog (his relocation is already accomplished, or actually will be while I am on the island) by making free with the downstairs. This means that Schmendrick is enjoying helping with my morning yoga. I have successfully failed to squash him so far, but it’s been a near thing once or twice.

Crescent moon lunge, with cat variation:

Helpy cat is helpy

In addition to the workshop and houseguest, I’ve also got a brand new website that I’m trying to make look inhabited (so far, so good–it’ll be better once I get some of the fiction up!) and the page proofs for Book of Iron just landed. I’ve also seen preliminary cover art (once again, by the inimitable Maurizio Manzieri, as with Bone and Jewel Creatures) and I think it’s safe to say that this is going to be an exceptionally lovely novella.

The limited edition will also contain a short story, “Hobnoblin Blues,” in a never-before-printed author’s preferred version.

I’d like to take this opportunity to mention that it’s publication day for my friend and fellow Campbell laureate, David Anthony Durham. The third book in his intricate, inventive, sprawling Acacia trilogy, Sacred Band, is out today.

He’s got him some spiffy covers:

And he’s selling some books.

There are so many, many things I need to get done in the next month. It’s more than a little daunting.

Fortunately, I’ve got Sgt. Apone to get me through:

Posted: Tuesday, October 4th, 2011 @ 7:13 pm
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2 Responses to “Every meal is a banquet! Every paycheck a fortune! Every formation a parade!”

  1. Phiala Says:

    Spiffy, and I like your subhead.

    I dreamt last night that my house was full of writers, you included, and that you were shortly leading an expedition to see a musician names Greg Egan. Also, my dog liked you (plausible) and my cat brought me the tails of four mice (highly implausible).

    I woke before finding out whether the expedition was more successful than the Columbus WFC version.

  2. Zach Ricks Says:

    A day in the corps is like a day on the farm. A-men.