1) The honeymoon phase of book release is here. When one's used to the quick turnaround of posting fic and getting feedback (like, minutes, sometimes *is amazed*), or even the slightly longer pause between sending book chapters to beta readers and getting thoughtful replies, the delay between publishing a book and people actually reading it (and telling you so) seems to last forever, but I had enough early adopters in there to keep me happy, and now it's Christmas (some weeks after actual Christmas, which has a lot to do with people not reading instantly right now what are you waiting for?). I was grateful to get a couple of DW/LJ signal boosts this week, but what's really surprising me is the response among my RL acquaintance, and it is so thrilling to go to a Master Gardener speaker's group preview meeting (which was really good on its own, actually) and not only have three separate people tell me how good my book was (one said she was up to 3:30 am finishing it, which - yeah, it's long, budget your time wisely), but watch two of them keep talking about it while I went out of the room. And then they followed me and kept saying nice stuff and wanting the next one now and asking questions and speculating on plot twists (and, huh. That particular misconception never once occurred to me. Wow). And I may have sold a couple more there, too; I'm glad I had business cards printed. Then home to get FB message from son's girlfriend's mother saying how much she was enjoying it. Harder times to come, I know, but for now, whee!
2) Both cats are sometimes now occupying the same room for periods of time, so progress. Boy, do they have different personalities, though. Should have named them Introvert and Extrovert.
3) Caught up on The Good Wife, and oh, do they keep hitting the gold. Perfect balance of comedy and dramatic tension, all the way through. My only complaint is that they don't quite know what to do with Kalinda this season, though I'm glad she and Cary are reigniting their whatever-it-is.
4) On a related note, I got a pedometer for Christmas, and am using Elsbeth Tascioni as a model for how to use it. 10,000 steps, here I come!
5) Watched the premiere of Intelligence (I like Josh Holloway; what can I say. Also Meghan Ory) but I doubt I'll keep watching, because it switches to its new time tonight - and okay, I will be watching Sleepy Hollow before, so who knows, but I doubt I can deal with another 10 pm show. And it was okay but didn't grab me in a big way. Also, that is so not Rock Creek Park.
6) I suspect this week's POI will be both a relief from the recent tension (in the crisis-of-the-week sense) and a gut-wrenching reminder of it (in the John-Reese-front-and-center sense). I still don't entirely trust the show, but maybe it can win me over again? Amy Acker and Sarah Shahi are so fantastic that I want everything to be written as well as Root and Shaw are, and there are lots of intriguing things going on, just… wish I had time to write fic to make Reese make sense, because I think that might do it. But this week, no. I don't think.
7) Rutabaga curling is a thing that exists. This makes me happy.
For the January posting meme,![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
philomytha wanted to know what was the earliest fiction I'd ever written, and I don't really remember, frankly. I was an early reader and writer, and I'm pretty sure that at age 5 or so I was writing some epic tale of family life that never got anywhere. Also at around that age I read The Hobbit and a couple of years later Lord of the Rings (my comprehension level may not have been ideally high, but I got through it) and I suspect those were the source of my first fanfic, but I didn't write any of it down, just acted it out in my head, and no, I can't recall any of it now. I wrote some short stories in the elementary school years, including at least one time travel tale, and started thinking out a fantasy novel at about 10 (don't think any of it got written down). The only thing I can point to with definition from that era (and may still possess, somewhere) is an age-11 story about a superhero based on my teacher, Mr. Meconi, who predictably became Super Macaroni. It was highly promising satire, I'm sure.
Mostly it was a history of silly class assignments and private false starts until, you know, my late 30s. :) So I was an early bloomer and a late bloomer both, in some botanically unlikely fashion.
2) Both cats are sometimes now occupying the same room for periods of time, so progress. Boy, do they have different personalities, though. Should have named them Introvert and Extrovert.
3) Caught up on The Good Wife, and oh, do they keep hitting the gold. Perfect balance of comedy and dramatic tension, all the way through. My only complaint is that they don't quite know what to do with Kalinda this season, though I'm glad she and Cary are reigniting their whatever-it-is.
4) On a related note, I got a pedometer for Christmas, and am using Elsbeth Tascioni as a model for how to use it. 10,000 steps, here I come!
5) Watched the premiere of Intelligence (I like Josh Holloway; what can I say. Also Meghan Ory) but I doubt I'll keep watching, because it switches to its new time tonight - and okay, I will be watching Sleepy Hollow before, so who knows, but I doubt I can deal with another 10 pm show. And it was okay but didn't grab me in a big way. Also, that is so not Rock Creek Park.
6) I suspect this week's POI will be both a relief from the recent tension (in the crisis-of-the-week sense) and a gut-wrenching reminder of it (in the John-Reese-front-and-center sense). I still don't entirely trust the show, but maybe it can win me over again? Amy Acker and Sarah Shahi are so fantastic that I want everything to be written as well as Root and Shaw are, and there are lots of intriguing things going on, just… wish I had time to write fic to make Reese make sense, because I think that might do it. But this week, no. I don't think.
7) Rutabaga curling is a thing that exists. This makes me happy.
For the January posting meme,
philomytha wanted to know what was the earliest fiction I'd ever written, and I don't really remember, frankly. I was an early reader and writer, and I'm pretty sure that at age 5 or so I was writing some epic tale of family life that never got anywhere. Also at around that age I read The Hobbit and a couple of years later Lord of the Rings (my comprehension level may not have been ideally high, but I got through it) and I suspect those were the source of my first fanfic, but I didn't write any of it down, just acted it out in my head, and no, I can't recall any of it now. I wrote some short stories in the elementary school years, including at least one time travel tale, and started thinking out a fantasy novel at about 10 (don't think any of it got written down). The only thing I can point to with definition from that era (and may still possess, somewhere) is an age-11 story about a superhero based on my teacher, Mr. Meconi, who predictably became Super Macaroni. It was highly promising satire, I'm sure.Mostly it was a history of silly class assignments and private false starts until, you know, my late 30s. :) So I was an early bloomer and a late bloomer both, in some botanically unlikely fashion.
