Well, that happened

IMG_2206Today has been a singularly ridiculous day.  It started out well, with several cups of coffee from my new Prostetnic Publications mug, but I didn’t manage to get dressed and showered until nearly 4:00, having spent most of the previous four or five hours struggling profanely with Microsoft Word and trying to get the manuscript for BA Vol. 2 beaten into sufficient shape to be able to send it to my alpha readers without shame.  Once I accomplished that task and sent it off, I then broke my own rules and went right back to editing, and sent them another version of the document about an hour ago.  Part of this revision included eliminating every single semicolon in the entire book.  That took a while.

This is especially entertaining to me because the “How to Launch your New Book” post has seen a bit of a resurgence in interest in the last couple of days; I apparently got shared out by someone influential.   So, yeah, guys; follow as much of that as you see fit, because clearly don’t take my own advice.

Then, just now, it hit me that in order to send something somewhere I would have to sign a letter with my pen name’s name, rather than my own.  I have completely lost the skill of cursive handwriting other than my own name, so I needed nearly three pages of practice sheets much like the one above to get my “L. Siler” signature in a point where I didn’t feel like it looked like it was written by a two-year-old with a motor control deficiency.  I won’t tell you whether that’s one of the early sheets or a later one.  God help me if I ever really do a signing.

I have one more task to complete before I can leave this computer, so I’m going to go get to it so that I can spend at least a little time hanging out with my wife before this Sunday is completely wasted, and that one’s not a writing task, so hopefully I’ll be able to knock it out quickly.

Did you put pants on today?  How long did it take you?

Oh.  One more thing.  It’s connected to the book, but I’m not telling you how:


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Luther M. Siler

Teacher, writer of words, and local curmudgeon. Enthusiastically profane. Occasionally hostile.

13 thoughts on “Well, that happened

  1. I put my pants on around 9.30am yesterday, because I had to go to work at 10.30. Luckily I live just a 6 minute walk away from the job so that was a positive. Gotta count them blessings 😉


  2. Not sure if you’ve discussed this at length before — and feel free to point me to that post if you have — but what are the benefits for you to use a pen name? I’ve been tossing the idea around, and I even have a unique name in mind should I choose to go that route for publication. Part of me falls in the camp of “I want to take responsibility for my writing by putting own my name on it,” but I also understand why authors may want to shield their real names (family, work, controversial writing, etc.). Just interested in your thoughts.


    1. The tl;dr reason is that I don’t want my students Googling my real name and finding my blog, because no good can come of that. I’m under no illusions that I have any “real” anonymity or that someone determined can’t figure out who I am if they want, but my identity is outside of the reach of your average 8th grader, and that’s good enough.

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      1. I totally would have gone for Bumplehammer. It sounds like the name of an old-timey tinkerer from Yorkshire. Or, perhaps, the namesake of an embarrassing venereal disease. It stands out nonetheless 🙂


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