Eagles Over the Kennebec

My plan, inasmuch as there had been a plan, was to spend some time outside today, gathering snow-trash and dragging downed branches into a pile to be picked up by the ever-able Mr. Stetson and his truck.

It being, as advertised above, rainy, and none too warm, that plan went out the window. Where it very probably developed hypothermia and expired within fifteen minutes.

So, the next plan -- Plan, if you will, B -- involved setting up the spreadsheets for the SRM Fiscal Year 2011, frowning at the Cat Farm Operating Budget, and patching the BN links on the side of this journal -- thank you sleary! Your fix worked a Positive Treat! I still need to relocate the Fictionwise links someone kindly made for me (the note is on this page, somewhere... Found it! Thank you, estara!) and paste them into sharonleewriter.com, and those bits of housekeeping will be taken care of. In these matters of house-and-bookkeeping, I am ably assisted by the Senior Members of the Coon Cat Crack Sleep Squadron.

Zzzzz -- Um?

I still haven't fixed the title of The Cat's Job in the Kindle Store, because Amazon doesn't yet admit that the book is live (and thus available to editing), though they've sold a good dozen already, despite the glitch. Am I a dynamo, or what?

Speaking of sales -- yes, you can now buy the chapbooks on amazon.co.de. Clicking on the Kindle-shop and searching on Pinbeam Books will get you a list of everything there is to have, up to the minute. I wish this trick also worked with Amazon.com, but -- no joy.

Today's mail did bring a long-delayed royalty check, which directly prompted the Frowning Study of the Cat Farm's Operating Budget. We're not positioned well, I fear, for the arrival of Summer, when the day-job hours go to less than half-time, and where the weeks of same can and have been adjusted upward by the Whim of Admin. We'd been very good in past years about setting aside Summer Money out of Winter's Overflowing Purse, but this year the tending upward spiral of everything but my paycheck, plus the surprise! medical expenses, has kinda set us back from where we really ought to be. Hmm. I may have to open my closet and see what falls out in an Ebayward direction. Watch the skies.

And -- last bit of gossip before I leave the Coon Cat Cloud and go down to the kitchen to sample the lunch Steve's got cooking (which smells wonderful!) -- Barnes and Noble is accepting reviews of Ghost Ship. If you've read the eArc and want to review, I would ask you to do two courteous things. First, please try not to post a review that will spoil the book for someone who hasn't read it yet. And second, please note in your comments that you have read an Advanced Reading Copy.

And, now? I'm for lunch!