a good start

[realthog]

Not so much a start as a herald, to be precise, since we're still a few hours away from the dawn of '09.

Well, I hope it's a herald . . .

I just heard this morning from the publisher of my books Discarded Science and Corrupted Science that the Russian rights in both have sold -- to the company Izdatelstvo Martin.

The advances aren't such that I'll be agonizing any time soon over whether to buy a Ferrari or a Bentley, but at least I'm a few grand better off than I thought I was when I went to bed last night.

A few grand less insolvent, anyway.

Comments

[sci-o-biscuits.livejournal.com]

It'll be fun to see your cover. I'm glad the book is selling overseas. Like I said, it never hurts to get some extra income. Being a writer usually means getting an income in the range of nothing to almost nothing.

Hope you're feeling a bit better.

[realthog.livejournal.com]

"Like I said, it never hurts to get some extra income. Being a writer usually means getting an income in the range of nothing to almost nothing."

You're preaching to the choir here! I keep meaning to try to get some better overseas representation, but I don't really know where to start.

"Hope you're feeling a bit better."

Sort of. How're you, o quiet one?

[sci-o-biscuits.livejournal.com]

"Sort of" ? Sounds like a reasonable way to put things - it's what I say when people ask me how I'm doing.

Physical therapist says I'm permanently injured - that my spine twisted a bit when I fell in May and broke two bones, that I will be in pain for the rest of my life. Sobering. I can still swim, thank heavens, but am supposed to limit my walking (which I probably will refuse to do) and not sit for more than 15 minutes at a time (yeah, right - not gonna happen). Whatever. We live with things, right? Not the end of life - there are much worse things in this world.

That's what my "sort of" means !

What's your "sort of" mean?

[realthog.livejournal.com]

Sorry it's taken me a while to respond. I'm so terribly sorry to hear the problem is going to be a permanent one. Wish I could say cheety things but, as you point out, the best any of us can do is learn to live with these things . . . and comfort ourselves with the knowledge that this is usually a bit easier to do than we anticipate.

(You've gotta love the way the medical profession blithely issue instructions to do things like never sit for more than 15 mins without thinking for even 15 nanoseconds how completely im****ingpossible that demand is.)

What's your "sort of" mean?

Kind of similar in a way. The aftermath of the ops seems to have left me permanently a bit short of breath, despite the use of (ludicrously expensive) inhalers. I'm finding this somewhat more disabling than the description might imply.