It has been a rough day so here is a kitten

In which Amazon is still being assholes, and I try to read a book and fail

So Amazon’s still fucking with me.  I don’t really want to generate another 6000-word post right now but the latest is that they’ve pushed back the delivery to Friday the 23rd– another two entire weeks— and that 1) their Twitter help team promised me a phone call within 24 hours that never happened, then 2) I got back on online help and actually got someone who seemed to know what KDP was who promised I’d get a different response within 24 hours, and then two days later I got a response that was in such broken English that I can barely comprehend it that basically boiled down to “it says they’re getting delivered the 23rd, what’s the problem?”

None of these fuckers know what KDP is.  It’s their service.  They are literally the people printing the books.  There’s no way it takes this long.  And most of the time the people I’m corresponding with don’t even seem to know what the service is.  Clearly I need to move my entire production over to Ingram Spark, because I can’t have this happen again.  Redoing all the files is going to take a lot of time and cost an obnoxious amount of money so I’m not looking forward to it.  Hell, at this point I don’t even know who to gripe to at Amazon.  I need a motherfucker who lives in America, speaks English, and knows what the hell KDP is to get my shit moving, and hell if I know how to get ahold of that person right now.


91mF49yIKmLYou ever feel like you’re being unfair to a book because of your timing while reading it?  I loved The Traitor Baru Cormorant, ordered its sequel on the day it came out, and started reading it almost immediately, only to hit a massive goddamn wall when I realized that 1) I didn’t remember the first book all that well, what with having read it three years and probably 280 books ago; and 2) I just have not had the brain space for the last couple of weeks to read something with the complexity of a Seth Dickinson book.

So I’m like 100 pages from the end of Monster, and I can barely tell you what it’s been about, and I should have just put it back on the shelf a week and a half ago until I had the time and the headspace to reread the first book and then go straight into this one.  It’s not a bad book, but it’s going to prove unreviewable because I can’t trust my own impressions of it.  Trying to read this thing the same month as the election has just completely undone me.  I’ll probably finish it this weekend and four-star it just for the hell of it, and I need to reread it cover-to-cover before the (I assume) next book in the series comes out.  And then I need to spend some time reading, I dunno, picture books until I get my brainmeats back.  Because right now, I’m not reading this book.  I’m just looking at the words.  It’s a shame.


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Someone has decided I’m done blogging for the night, so … yeah.  Have a good evening.

In which awwwww

I came home from work, played Spider-Man for a bit, ate dinner, and since then I’ve been staring at the wall with a kitten sleeping on my stomach.

The kitten had a vet visit today.  She has ear mites and kitty lice.  Her parents were both feral and we got her from a farm, so none of this is terribly surprising, and yes, we’re still isolating her from the Great Old One until all of the various parasites are taken care of.  Apparently other than that she’s in stellar health and, luckily for us, apparently ear mites and kitty lice aren’t especially prone to being transferred to hoomanz.

I did not take her to the vet today– my wife took care of that– but she was apparently the unhappiest kitty in the universe after her ear treatment today.  Look at how pathetic and sad she looks:

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Here, these two are cuter:

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44509525_10156972018439066_5871417823472910336_oThat’s what I got.  How was your Monday?

Have I mentioned we got a kitten?

Her name might be Fizzgig and not Sushi.  I think it’s still Sushi, but stand by.

Post with words still coming later tonight.  🙂

Meet Sushi

Sushi Princesswhiskers Hazel, if you’re listening to my son. Nothing has happened to the Great Old One, but a friend of my wife needed to get her a home and Bek saw it on Facebook and now we’re a two-cat household again, pending any issues with integrating her with the existing cat or anyone’s allergies being aggravated or anything like that.

Expect a surge in cat pictures around here, assuming she ever sits still long enough to photograph again.

Oh well, whatever, nevermind

If I let even a single syllable of what’s been running through my head the past couple of days out and onto a screen, I’mma have the fucking Secret Service at my door, and I don’t need that kind of aggravation right now.  So instead all of my books are free this weekend— including Balremesh and other stories, for the first time–and here’s a picture of a kitten.

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(Also, if you’ve read any of my books, especially Balremesh, I am explicitly and openly begging for reviews right now.  Seriously.  Please.)

Do not do any Google searches based on this post

In fact, have a fluffy kitten from my Instagram account:

Screen Shot 2016-08-22 at 9.05.42 PM.pngThis adorable kitteh has adopted my parents and we’re trying to decide who’s taking him for real.  I really really want to except for the part where I already have an elderly cat and an elderly dog and I’m really not sure how kindly either of them will take to a new younger cat.  So maybe we won’t make him ours.  Or maybe we will.  I dunno.

So my middle toe on my right foot is rotting off.  I clipped my toenails last Sunday and managed to fuck it up on my middle toe and it bled a little bit.  Monday night the sky exploded and my basement filled with water or at least part of it did and I spent who knows how long wading in Ebola water barefoot.  Then my toe started changing colors and shit and the doctor I went to see yesterday got to say things to me like “Oh, yeah, you’re gonna lose all the skin there” and “it’s probably not MRSA,” only she spelled MRSA out, like emm-arr-ess-ay, and who the hell does that?

And then she gave me a broad-spectrum antibiotic to take, and explained carefully that there was only a little chance that my penicillin allergy meant that I was also allergic to this drug also, and even if I was well I just had a rash the last time I had penicillin, when I was five, so I probably won’t die if I have something like penicillin today.  

On the plus side, I know how to field dress a middle toe now, but I’d rather not know that and still have ten toes and none of them rotting.  Instead I have nine good toes and one rotting one and it’s not fun.  I walked fifteen thousand steps today, by the way.

Yeah.

Argh blargle grumble grunt

So… Friday was awesome, what with finishing the book and absolutely massive writing output and all.  And I actually went to a party Saturday night, which really is not a Thing that I Do any longer.  And I made dinner tonight.  So I can’t reasonably make a claim that this was anything other than a good four-day weekend.  But I apparently used all my words and all my thinkytimes for the rest of January on Friday, because holy hell have I been brainless since then.

I sent money to the cover artist for the new book today, too.  I’m using Yvonne from Diverse Pixel again, who did the cover for the first Benevolence Archives book.  We’ve talked about a design that I’m pretty excited about, and I’m looking forward to seeing what the end result looks like.  I’ll share it here when I have something to share.

And… uh… that’s it.  I’ll try and have something interesting to say this week.

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