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ellarienAn Amazon package arrived today: the latest of Cherryh's Foreigner series, a new historical novel by Barbara Hambly, an interesting book about Irwin Allen's TV series, and three assorted movies about submarines, one of them with a young David Hedison in it.
On the other hand, I have goofed on my Amazon UK ordering. I was planning to get the hardcover version of the third Temeraire book, but it's already out of stock after barely a month. (I do have the mass-market version: two copies, in fact, but I lent one of them to my boss for his latest trip.) I keep forgetting how small and tenuous the UK hardcover market is these days. (Of course, it might be healthier if they'd print the books on acid-free paper.)
The weather had been gorgeous, with the high temperature on campus squeaking past 80. Sadly, the amount of brown, frost-killed vegetation around makes the campus less pleasant than it usually is at this time of year. It's interesting to see what suffered and what didn't: the hibiscus and bougainvillea were badly hit, and the yellow oleanders and orchid trees, but strangely enough the bottle-brush trees -- an Australian import -- seem completely unphased, and the magnolias also seem fine. (It wasn't the snow that did the damage so much as the hard frosts the week before.)
Ambassador is at 17,759 words, and right now I hate them all. This may have something to do with trying to keep up 500 words a day while the plot is in pieces on the floor waiting to be reassembled; I hope it's temporary. I think I'll save the Cherryh as a treat for when I finish the thing. (My most generous/pessimistic projection of the final length is now 30K, so it should be done by the end of the month at the latest!)
Oh, and one of my boss's cats has revealed a hitherto unsuspected taste for green olives.
On the other hand, I have goofed on my Amazon UK ordering. I was planning to get the hardcover version of the third Temeraire book, but it's already out of stock after barely a month. (I do have the mass-market version: two copies, in fact, but I lent one of them to my boss for his latest trip.) I keep forgetting how small and tenuous the UK hardcover market is these days. (Of course, it might be healthier if they'd print the books on acid-free paper.)
The weather had been gorgeous, with the high temperature on campus squeaking past 80. Sadly, the amount of brown, frost-killed vegetation around makes the campus less pleasant than it usually is at this time of year. It's interesting to see what suffered and what didn't: the hibiscus and bougainvillea were badly hit, and the yellow oleanders and orchid trees, but strangely enough the bottle-brush trees -- an Australian import -- seem completely unphased, and the magnolias also seem fine. (It wasn't the snow that did the damage so much as the hard frosts the week before.)
Ambassador is at 17,759 words, and right now I hate them all. This may have something to do with trying to keep up 500 words a day while the plot is in pieces on the floor waiting to be reassembled; I hope it's temporary. I think I'll save the Cherryh as a treat for when I finish the thing. (My most generous/pessimistic projection of the final length is now 30K, so it should be done by the end of the month at the latest!)
Oh, and one of my boss's cats has revealed a hitherto unsuspected taste for green olives.
