Stream Shenanigans

So here's the dealio...

• The ISBN's are bought and paid for
• I am still using RTFM as a test case
• I have a LOT of ePubs downloaded to extract, fix, and rejigger into the format that Ingram prefers
• I am still waiting for RTFM to go through so I know all this horseshit works

Meanwhile, I'm going to try the ePub-to-ZIP trick and see if that streamlines what I am calling The Process. Because somewhere between Smashwords and Draft2Digital, the formatting of my work got massively fucked the hell up.

So not only to I have to rebugger all of my cover art to the correct size (fuck these assholes), I also have to delve through all of my text to make certain it's all (a) the correct font (b) the correct size and (3) the correct formatting and emphasis. FUCK these assholes.

OTOH if Draft had never done anything stupid, I'd have never realised that my work had been fucked up.

So part of my daily schedule now is going to be unfucking a work. Possibly alternating between Years of Instants and actual novels with maybe a short as a "quick and easy" fix. But I am going to run out of those in due course.

I think I'll start with my first Year of Instants to test the ZIP method, keep it as also-work on the side.

Update: The ZIP method works, for interesting definitions of 'work'. Each chapter is its own separate file. Yay.

I am definitely going to have to make a template in LibreOffice because THIS promises to be a whole new can of arseholes. And I still have to copy/paste everything. Fingers crossed, it's in better shape than doing it through the ePub editor.

I think I managed to create a template. I shall see how I go henceforth. Later. For now, I concentrate on getting as much of today's story done as I can before I need to be Mod.

Wheeeee....

At least my internet is back up and running. My biggest current issue is that my Trezor wallet is currently dysfunctional.

YAY. Not.

I have a couple of weeks' worth of money that I can access in other places. It's not time to panic yet. The time to panic is next fucking week. I am already figuring out alternative transfer methods so that I can remain financial.

I can wrangle this. I just... need a moment.

Who knows? Maybe the forces of

I'm starting to think my stupid fucking ankle is healed. I shall see how it fares during this week. Next week? I could be at parkrun again. At long dingdang last. I'm not setting anything in stone until I'm SURE and that's going to take a long shopping trip with minimal cane use to find out.

That's going to be next week. In a few days. Whatever. I find out when I find out.

In a few short hours, I will be

Yesterday's bed rest seems to have paid off. I have a bit more mobility than yesterday and the theory is that if I keep the problem leg wiggling, then I can maintain that mobility.

Either way, I can hope that full recovery is in sight.

Firefox has decided to devour memory, so I had to prune my tab hoard. Fingers crossed, I have established equilibrium.

Seems I can either watch videos OR edit something. FUN. Not.

Am now working on reducing the

Got some further bullshit happening with the drains, but literally boiling hot water seems to be doing something to solve it. I have another trip to Bunnings in my future. Sigh.

We will get this thing unfucked for good.

But I don't need extra expense because I also have had to pay for my car and my license this week.

One last shot from the Chapter Thirteen Curse, I guess.

Fuck.

Can life stop shitting on me and my loved ones for

The Promptcast will be on air shortly, I'm baking the last of my bread in the midst.

The story shall happen sometime after that, but I have written a farewell to the Archive that I'll air in the next backup read.

I fully expect to get kicked off the server.

It'll hurt, but that's what clean breaks do.

And that's only slightly better than watching the Archive die of self-made starvation in the middle of a metaphorical food warehouse.

Or a slow

I did the "egg salad" gag where I collected all the fun-sized Easter eggs into a bowl for communal snacking.

Mayhem had some. I had a sampler. Miss Chaos has yet to awaken and scoff. So I'm holding back.

The Archive is streaming as I type and the Promptcast will be streaming today. So most of my time will be absorbed in stream stuff.

I may or may not be working on writing while stuff goes on.

Thanks to holidays, we won't

It's shopping day tomorrow. It's also the day of the backup writing group and I need to make bread.

It's going to be a busy day.

Today is busy in an entirely different direction because I have been blessed with the power of the Mods and I need to use it responsibly as I monitor the chat for the Promptcast.

I mean, I could start bread today, but that also means double bread tomorrow. And starting it on Tuesday means at least

I didn't get around to doing the Archive stuff I was planning to do yesterday. Fortunately the Archive is taking a sabattical for a week. UNfortunately, that's because the host is having a bad time.

I aim to be working on those stories today.

I'm moderating the promptcast again so we'll see how well that goes.

Story whenever story happens.

The Archive is doing its thing. Soon, the Promptcast will be doing theirs and I shall be working as moderator on their chat.

And probably also working on the prompt from the Archive as well. Maybe even working on today's story. Going hog wild over here [/sarcasm]

I shall have money enough to start paying the bills again tomorrow. I'm going to leave it one more week before I call the Mower in to tame the yard. Insulation against disaster and all.

I have the third loaf in the incubator. I have the Promptcast revealing everyone tomorrow. Or at least everyone who feels comfortable with being revealed. I know that one writer is calling themself HashtagNineteen.

We'll winkle them out of their shell in the fullness of time.

Confidence is an elusive beast when you're a writer. You spend a majority of time inside your own head and then start wondering if other heads will even appreciate it.

And when the feedback is minimal

As I type, I'm listening to the Archive reading the selected entries for the prompt, Problem Child. In a few more moments, the Promptcast will be reading the anonymous entries from the assembled maniacs including my good self.

The prompt for next week is "Love Bites" so Compte Dragomyr is reappearing in the Archive. He has a type and it's looking like an Operatic Primadonna and thinking like Machiavelli.

I dunno if he's ever going to get a whole story. Time, as

I had to beg off doing a query letter because backache, headache, and what eventually revealed itself to be a fever.

I'm making myself some super lazy ginger garlic chicken soup, just in case I have full-on Lurgi. The super lazy part is that I am using things I already have at home, and doing as little as possible in the prep department.

Hello slow cooker, my old friend.

An absolute blessing when you're out of spoons.

I'll get that going after

The Archive is reading stories, and soon the PromptCast will be reading stories. I have new sandals (yay) and some half-baked PLNs to alter the old ones.

And I have reverted to writing just a little of ADT first thing on waking up. It keeps things moving forward. And increases my chances of having a chapter complete for my Patrons.

My story shall happen in between paying attention to the streams.

The good news is that there is now a fix to