I cannot be coherent...

[dancinghorse]

...but since I also cannot sleep, here I am.

Shattered Dance is drafted--after more 18-hour days than I can count. Sometimes it just works that way. Printed hardcopy today, to send to publisher tomorrow. E-copy will go to Ye Ed in the morning.

The last bit went as usual: Run through previous ms., proof, line edit, then write final couple of chapters while the rest prints out. I hoped to print it off OldPuter in its new incarnation as printer terminal, but printer and puter were not speaking. I had to haul out the desktop instead. OldPuter really needs a visit from the Dell geek. Printer drivers are not yet on NewPuter (I ran out of geek juice setting it up as a wireless network which has made for some very spiffy zappage of novel files over to OldPuter for backup) but will be soon.

In any case we have achieved Ms., three weeks late (alas) but better than never by all accounts. The next one will by god go in early--I hate late mss.

While finishing this, I had some Schadenfreude reading sartorias' objections to much of what I did therein, including the word "shattered" in the title, and various plot points and character types. What can I say? It's the market.

The horses are in Our Mom Is A Bad Horse Mom mode, aka Crying Neglect, but not too bad--we had a clinic-let last week and there will be neep of great quality and complexity, but not tonight. I can barely type this, let alone make sense about the tao of riding. (Also, new ramifications of seat, and in-hand work that needs further consultation with Teacher before I can be sure of it).

Pook is barefoot--reinjury of the coronary band is serious and we are waiting for vet and shoer to get together and figure out what to do. Shoer thinks leave the shoes off and keep the bell boots on and see what happens. Which is happening by default. He is, as a consequence, unridable until further notice. Pandora may got to the Dallas clinic after all. He's not lame, mind you, and his feet are excellent except where he whacked himself But Good right where the hoof grows out from the pastern, causing a crack that is not healing and may need Yet Another resection. Crack on other foot (caused by same form of injury--he went through a spell of hitting his front feet with his hinds a whole lot last summer) is healing well.

Spot-the-dog has a lumbar back injury, is crated strictly for at least another two weeks (my new weight regimen: carry 26lb dog outside and down steps then back up again after peeage and poopage, six times a day), and is on major meds. I am praying she doesn't need surgery. She seems to be improving, but it's slow and I hope I'm not delusional about the level or possibility of improvement.

Three-leggedy cat is having problems (he's old and has had a hard life and seems to be on life number 9), which I am hoping will not involve yet further vet bills.

Mentoring victims, er, clients will be glad to know that now the book blitz is over, the Doctor is back In and I'll start addressing the backlog of mss. this week.

And that's all the brain cells can squeeze out tonight.

Except the bit about the green flash--by all means, woj, do stay, but it only took me 14 years to see one....

Comments

[wyldflamingo.livejournal.com]

Poor critters! Goodness, I hope they all are on the mend, or will be shortly, sans helpful, but often expensive vet help.

As a mentoring client (never a victim) I sleep better knowing my mentor is taking care of her critters!

[dancinghorse.livejournal.com]

Why, thank you kindly, dear victim. ;>