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July 29th, 2012

Daywander

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Today is Aero's sixth birthday. We've given the Pack (and their forebears, Mr. Byte and Chewy) cake and lemon bars on their various birthdays down through the years, with good results. Dash, however, is peculiar in that he simply doesn't like sweet things. So this time we took a quarter pound of good burger and divided it four ways. (L-R: Jack, Aero, QBit, and Dash.) We were out of birthday candles, so I took a plumber's candle and stuck it in Aero's portion.

It's a testament to the quality of Carol's training that even after she placed the plates of burger in front of them, saying "Leave it!" was enough to keep them seated patiently on the bench behind the table. Once the photos were taken, saying "Take it!" ensured that the burger was gone in two heartbeats. Maybe one. (Carol yanked the candle first.)

It's also been two weeks since I last posted here, which is well beyond my usual threshold of pain. Insiders know what's going on: I have a novel to finish. And I'm not trying to finish it just to get it off my do-it list. No sirree: An editor at a significant press has asked for the full manuscript.

Boy. Nothing like a little request like that to light a fire under a guy.

I have a pair of hard deadlines now: Finished manuscript by 8/31. Polished manuscript ready to ship by 9/15. Today was a milestone: I hurtled past 53,700 words, which was the finished length of Drumlin Circus. That means that Ten Gentle Opportunities is the longest piece of fiction I've written since The Cunning Blood crossed the finish line on Good Friday 1999.

It is also the strangest. At my Clarion workshop in 1973, Lloyd Biggle, Jr said during a guest lecture that you can't mix SF and fantasy. I've had it in my head ever since then that when Biggle's words reached my ears, it was like swearing on the Runestaff: I knew I would damned well do it someday.

Sorry, Lloyd. I offer you: Dancing zombies. Well-dressed AIs. Object-oriented magic. Virtual universes, virtual doughnuts, virtual Frisbees, virtual stomach acid. Romance. A cannon that fires machine instructions. Heavily networked kitchen appliances. Total war waged inside a robotic copier factory. (Did I miss anything? I've heard there's a sink shortage locally.)

I admit it. The romance has been hard. Reading romance novels to see how the pros do it was not especially helpful. Worse, I have no real-world experience engaging in screaming matches with significant others, of whom there have been exactly four, anyway. The romance may thus seem less real than the magic, which might be described as Supernatural Pascal.

What's been harder than the romance has been maintaining the mood for 53,000 words. Humor is just, well, hard, which is a topic worthy of one or more entries all by itself. I think it works, but it's hard to know until the whole thing's done. I suspect my beta testers will tell me. If they don't, my editor will.

53,800 words down. 26,200 words to go. Three weeks. Watch me.

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