Asides

I want your money.

This is a generally true statement, but I have this thing about providing value in exchange for payment, so I spend a good bit of time writing stories and creating voicework so that you’ll have something to make you feel a bit better about turning your money over to me. The rest? The rest is just to keep you interested until I have something ready to convince you to turn your money over to me.

Today is a little different.

Oh, I still want your money, I just don’t want you to turn it over to me. I want you to hand it over to someone else.

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Another busy week here at Swimming Cat Central. Home improvement continues to be a major theme here. With the ceiling repairs complete, out next step was to prepare the living room for the rest of the carpeting to be removed and a new subfloor put down. That meant packing up all the loose stuff that was still in the living room so that the workers could play furniture Tetris.

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Today I get to be part of a momentous event that has been years in the making. Up until now, my role has been solely as a spectator, so I’m pleased to be offered the chance to add “presenter” to my name tag. It all started many years ago with a story of magic and madness set in the distant shores of New Zealand. A story, told ably by a native daughter of the land, one Philippa Ballantine. Pip podcast this story back in the day, and it was met with great enthusiasm and demands for print copies. Only one problem: publishers in the big markets (read the U.S. of A.) didn’t think that anyone would buy a book set in New Zealand. This was no doubt because they couldn’t find it on the map, and their ideas of what the reading public would like to buy were works of fiction in themselves. Many years went by…

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It has been a while since my last post. To say the least, the days have been packed. In some ways, I wished they could have been unpacked a little.

I won’t go into everything… but let me tell you about last week.

On Monday, I went back to work and had to slog through some of the email backlog that had built up over the holidays… and deal with all the new stuff that came flying because everyone else was back to work. I made special arrangements to stay late to cover a meeting… and they canceled it ten minutes before it was supposed to start. Pretty typical day at work, actually. Monday night it was burning up in the house and I tossed and turned all night. I couldn’t sleep, so I called in on Tuesday.

Tuesday, it got cold in the house during the day… and that was when we discovered that the furnace had blown a fuse. This led to a trip out to Home Depot to get a replacement. With the furnace in operation again, we went to bed and I had another sleepless night, just tossing and turning. So I called in sick on Wednesday.

And then the waters came…

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It rained.

I stood in a disused corner of a furnace room and put on a pleated shirt, a vest, and a bow tie. I felt ridiculous putting on fine clothes in the dirtiest room in the building, with only an aging folding chair as my only piece of furniture. I pulled the pants on over my boots and fastened them about my waist. I put on my coat and smoothed the lapels. Then I had nothing to do but wait.

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In my previous post, I talked about my experiences on Friday night at Capclave. In today’s installment, I’m going to talk about what happened Saturday.

The first panel I wanted to attend on Saturday started at 10 AM. That didn’t happen. Well, actually it did happen, it just happened without me. After such a long day on Friday, I was too tired to get up early. It was after noon before I finally dragged my carcass out the door and headed to the con. When I got there I did not like what I found. Or rather, what I didn’t find.

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Rough times at home

by Doc Coleman on October 23, 2013 · 8 comments

in Asides

Things have been a little rough on the home front, and that has made it a little hard to concentrate. My mother in law has gone into the hospital, and my wife has gone to see her to lend what support she can, and make sure that my mother in law’s cat is properly taken care of. I am happy to say that as of the time that I started writing this, the prognosis is looking better, although it wasn’t always that way.

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As I mentioned in last week’s #WriterWednesday post, this past weekend was my first experience with Capclave. I wasn’t at all sure what to expect, but I figured that I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to attend a con in my own back yard. I expected the con to be small, but in its own way, it was bigger than usual. I guess having George R. R. Martin as your Guest of Honor will do that to your tiny literary con. This had both good and bad consequences.

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Instead of looking back on the week that was, for this week’s #WriterWednesday post, I’m going to look forward. This is probably just as well, because as everyone knows, this past week has pretty much been a gall stone of a week. It will pass, but not easily. Instead, I’m looking forward, and finding a new experience on my horizon for this weekend: Capclave! Despite the fact that Capclave is pretty much in our back yard, this year will be the first year for us to attend.

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This post is partly inspired by a post from P.C. Haring. P.C. has had a very bad September. The theme of his post is “Why do we fall, sir?” The answer, of course, is so we can learn to get back up. But that got me thinking… There are many reasons why we fall. Some trip. Some will leap for greatness and fail to catch themselves. And some… are pushed.

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