"Takes Direction Well"

Nov. 26th, 2025 02:00 pm
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Posted by Jen

Ever feel like you've lost your direction in life? 

Do you find yourself wandering aimlessly through bakery aisles and back alley icing parlors*?

* I don't actually know if back alley icing parlors exist, but a girl can dream.

Are you stuck in the hangar bay of life, waiting for the pod bay doors of opportunity to open up and spit you out into the sucking black void of PURPOSE?

If the answer is yes, maybe, or "huh?", then have I got the job for you!

That's right, my friends, the time has never been riper to be a Wreckerator! Or a person who likes to mix metaphors badly, like a withered, overripe tree in space. 

But let's focus on the wrecking thing for now, shall we?

We're looking for a few good pairs of hands (preferably attached to still-functioning torsos) that can follow directions TO THE LETTER.

And by "we" I mean "me."

And if you see something grammatically wrong with that statement, then I'm afraid you're already disqualified. Kindly collect your complimentary "Prefessional Baker" buttons at the door and show yourselves out.

Now, for the rest of you, just LOOK at all the exciting things your future could have in store!

The glamor! The excitement! The satisfaction of giving a customer EXACTLY what they ask for!

But the REAL cherry on top? Someday you, too, could write, "cherry on top" on one of your orders!

Consider this something to work toward.

Now, who here failed Biology?

Ah, excellent! 

Because next up: baby shower cakes.


Thanks to Inge D., Stephanie S., Emily S., Stephanie H., & Sargam M. for being the wind beneath my leaves. Except there's no wind...IN SPACE.

*****

P.S. I found a book right up our wrecky alley:

A Wizard's Guide To Defensive Baking

I don't even need a synopsis. I'm sold.

*****

And from my other blog, Epbot:

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Nov. 26th, 2025 06:13 am

Survivalism PSA and writing report

Nov. 25th, 2025 04:33 pm
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PSA RE: (1) Survivialism/Survivalist (2) Cancer Survivorship Program

. . . on account of I'm tired of answering the question "What is a Survivalist?"

Those who have been with me for a little while know that back in 2020, I was diagnosed with cancer and had my left breast removed. Just about a month ago, after about 5.5 years, my surgeon declared me "cancer free," and cut me loose from her care.

This makes me a Cancer Survivor (also, apparently, "a warrior"; make of that what you will).

At the Lafayette Cancer Center in Brewer, Maine, when one has achieved 5 years cancer-free, one is given over to the Survivorship Program, which files under Oncology.

The head of the Survivorship program has been called in my hearing the "Survivalist." At the Lafayette Cancer Center, this person is a Certified Nurse Practitioner; there is also a Nurse Navigator attached to the program, and of course the backing of the entire Oncology Department.

The mission of the Survivorship Program is to provide education and support to help cancer survivors maximize their health and quality of life after having had cancer and treatment for cancer. The program is individualized, and covers such things as a yearly examination -- physical, mental, and emotional -- referrals to other specialists sometimes needed by surviving warriors, such as psychiatrists or nutritionists; connections to social services, and support groups. Advice about diet, exercise, and all those other tiresome things is available.

The Survivorship Program also keeps track of my mammograms and orders the next one for me; and is just another cord in what is, in Central and Northern Maine, at least, a Very Thin social health network.

You now know everything I know about Survivalists, Survivorship, and Survivalism.

Here ends your PSA. We now return you to your irregularly scheduled flights of fancy.
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Managed to trim +/- 2,000 words from a section of the WIP which probably needs to lose some more words. There's an "obvious" bit that I can rip out that will lose me another 500 words, but I'm ... reluctant to do that. It's more than I just like the bit (though I do, and "kill your darlings" is not Eternal Wisdom, so nobody go there, 'k?), so the bit gets to stay.

For Now.

Did a little bit of house straightening this afternoon and will shortly be heading out in the Stygian Darkness of 4:30 pm to go to needlework.

Tomorrow will be writing in the morning, some more straightening of the house, and a bit of playing with glass.

I'll say goodnight for now, and see y'all tomorrow.

Stay safe.

Here, have a picture of Rookie overseeing my shoddy impersonation of a working writer:


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Posted by John Scalzi

Well, this is lovely: When the Moon Hits Your Eye made it into the final round of this year’s Goodreads Choice Awards, in the category of science fiction, along with the other works you see here. This is a very nice peer group to have, I have to say.

If you feel like voting for Moon, or, indeed any other book in this finalist group, here is the link for you to do so. If you vote for Moon, hey, thanks! If you choose something else, that’s cool too.

I’m actually very happy with Moon making the final cut here. It’s an unusual sort of book, both structurally and in subject matter, and it wasn’t 100% clear to me that readers would take to it. Getting to this round is encouraging. Let’s see where it goes from here.

In any event: Go vote!

— JS

Pan-Demonium

Nov. 25th, 2025 02:00 pm
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Posted by Jen

Today's post is a little different, and doesn't quite fit my standard definition of a wreck - but it's just too darn funny not to share. 

Today's post is also probably NSFW, and unless you want some really uncomfortable discussions with your children, NSFK, either.

So, assuming you're at home and have no kids around, YOU MAY PROCEED.

 *****

 

In the spirit of Pan-Tastic, we here at CW want you to get the most mileage out of your shaped cake pans. To that end, allow us to present....er, this:

 

IT'S A LIGHTHOUSE.

Juuuuust a lighthouse.

 ("Be a beacon?!") 

(If you get that reference, I will personally award you one million geek points.)

 

And also this:

Old Macdonald had a farm.

 Which was clearly compensating for something.

 

Of course, your pan may be a slightly different model, so there's also this option:

Those pesky UFOs - always taking off to the right.

 

Or this:

I'm coocoo for COCONUTS!

(Coconuts. Seriously. THESE JOKES WRITE THEMSELVES.)

 

By now I'm sure you're wondering where all these brilliant designs came from. Well, would you believe there was a whole website dedicated to finding alternative uses for that most distinctive of shaped cake pans? 'Cuz there was, and I think you'll agree that blogger/baker Holly was a veritable WIZARD at making me bust a gut laughing:

You'll never hear a reference to Mr. Wizard the same way again.

And here's one final option, spotted at an actual baby shower:

There's something ironic about using this particular pan for a baby shower cake. Or is it appropriate? Ironically appropriate? Whatever. IT'S FUNNY.


My thanks to Thomas S., whoever it was that originally sent me the link to Holly's site, and the rest of you for not yelling at me in the comments about how these aren't professional or at ALL appropriate. I KNOW.

But to be fair, neither am I. ;)

*****

P.S. It is possible our obsession with gnomes has gone too far?

Gnome Refrigerator Handle Covers, Set of 8

... or not far enough?

*****

And from my other blog, Epbot:

White bird dreams of the aspen trees

Nov. 25th, 2025 08:48 am
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Tuesday. Chilly and dim. Trash and recycling at the curb.

Breakfast was cold pizza. A milestone. I had what I believe to be my first pizza since Steve died on Sunday night, post-interview. It would have been something we might have done. This being so, I had cold pizza for breakfast, also for the first time in more than a year. ... It was good. Pairs well with Scottish Morn tea.

Woke up this morning with a short story in my head, so I need to map that out before I hit the WIP.

I have finished writing the Holiday Letter; it is now cooling before I reread and (probably) revise. Firefly helped me find the cards, and then we all had to sit around and explain to Rook about cards, and let him sniff them. He got green glitter on his nose.

Still reading The Thursday Murder Club (yes, yes: slow reader). One of the things I'm especially enjoying is the acknowledgement that all of the club members had Done Stuff -- even a lot of stuff. They did not just manifest one day as Old People, their pasts either irrelevant or a blank.

And of course, it's wonderful to see them manipulate the "clueless and helpless old people" perception.

I'm a little scared of Elizabeth, though.

So! This evening is needlework. This morning is writing.

I'm gonna need more tea.

What's on your schedule today?

Today's blog post brought to you by David and Linda LaFlamme, "White Bird"


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Monday. Bright and cold.

Breakfast was two eggs scrambled with leftover cauliflower and broccoli, with sausage, and a piece of whole wheat toast. A Big breakfast, but it's a biggish morning.

Trash and recycling are in the garage, preparing themselves for tomorrow's journey to the curb. Dishwasher is doing its thing. Cats suspect that Something Is Up.

I'll be getting on the road to the cancer center and my chat with the Survivalist as soon as I finish my second mug of tea. I'll be early, but I don't have Steve's genius for split-second timing, so better early than late.

I'm having a lot of fun with the Thursday Murder Club, and having never seen the show, only read complaints about how it "did not live up" to the books, despite the excellent cast -- I have Some Thoughts About that.

The voice of the book -- aka "the narrator" -- is hysterical and unless the show (again, never seen it) has a voice over telling you what, oh, Ian's thinking, and how he's thinking it, viewers are missing an important facet of the story, and expecting the actors to carry the whole weight themselves isn't really fair.

. . . and that's my second mug empty, so I'm off.

I hope everyone's having a good morning. I'll see you on the flip side.



Back, having gone the long way home -- through Bar Harbor. I had somehow expected the town to be open. I mean, people live on the island. To be fair, some things were open, for instance the Village Green Cafe, where I got my lunch (grilled ham and cheddar on multigrain with blueberry ice tea), but I hadn't expected the relative emptiness.

Also, I had not come dressed for ocean-side chill, so my window shopping was limited. However, I'm glad I did not just go Straight Home like a Good Do-Bee. And, besides, I need to keep in practice with driving longish distances (that was, eh, 220 miles on the day). She said virtuously.

The Survivalist is a dream. We have a yearly check-in plan in place, as well as an agreement that I may call upon her for various things, and reassurance that I had NOT screwed up by wearing my compression gloves when my hands hurt. And I got points for asking a good question.

I believe I have all my Stuff for Thursday in-house (well, except flowers. I forgot flowers. Oh, well.), so that's good. I haven't gotten a wreath, either, because I just can't make myself buy a wreath before Thanksgiving. It's just ... wrong.

The cats inform me that I missed three -- or possibly four -- check-ins today and that they are not disposed to be lenient. I was immediately tasked with rubbing Tali's ears, and scrubbling Rook's belly, and picking up Firefly for an All-Grown-Up Hug. I draw the line, however, at moving Happy Hour up by an hour and a half.

What did y'all do today?

Today's blog post title comes from The Eagles, "Seven Bridges Road," which I can never resist singing along with the acapella parts, though I really ought to always resist singing.


A forthcoming treatlet

Nov. 24th, 2025 02:44 pm
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Your amenuensis is pleas'd to announce that there will be a little Christmas treat this year: The Cathcart Apocrypha: Volume 6: Times Changing Belowstairs will be downloadable from the website from 24th December:

Clorinda Cathcart, now the widowed Marchioness of Bexbury, has undergone a radical change of circumstances. These changes have not left her household unaffected; nor have events in their lives stood still.

Enjoy!

Er Mah Gourd!

Nov. 24th, 2025 02:00 pm
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Posted by Jen

Eek! I think I’ve forgotten to mention this year what is possibly the most popular indicator of Fall - you know, the one you see in every coffee shop, restaurant, and bakery across the nation.

Yep, I'm talking about that ubiquitous Fall flavor:

...Poop brûlée

 

Kidding, kidding. We all know the actual flavor of Fall is pumpkin:

...with poop on top.

Or on the side!

Or just washed down the edges.

Or whatever is happening here.

 

And when bakers aren't grossing us out with log-a-riffic "stem" action on their pumpkin cakes, they're busy gleefully spitting in the eye of Mother Nature:

I can just imagine them dramatically twirling their mustachios now:

 "Take THAT, nature, with your natural shapes, and your natural colors, and your sickening lack of spikes and crappy silly string. HA. Haha! AHAHAHAHAHAA!!"

"Oh, and I always wanted my pumpkins to have a sphincter, so there."

 

Now, you might be questioning whether that is actually supposed to be a pumpkin.

First of all, NEVER QUESTION THE JEN.

Lest she speak of herself in the third person.

And second of all, of COURSE it's a pumpkin.

Can't you see that it's orange? And green? And brown? 

 WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT, YOU UNGRATEFUL PEOPLE PUMPKIN EATERS?

Ah. 

Well, don't you worry; the turkey cakes are coming.

 

Thanks to Carol W., Rheanne K., Dawn R., Brady, Julie P., Holley R., Jessica S., & Lisa S. for the excuse to type the following: Ermahgourd! Permpkins!

*****

P.S. Here's a great book for those of you with kids around the house this Thanksgiving:

How To Catch A Turkey

The illustrations are fantastic and it's especially fun to real aloud:

****

And from my other blog, Epbot:

Sunday Sweets: I'm Your Maître D'

Nov. 23rd, 2025 02:00 pm
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Posted by Sharyn

(Extra points if you "hear" this in the Genie's voice!)

 

Well, Ali Baba had them 40 thieves
Scheherezad-ie had a thousand tales
But, reader, you're in luck 'cuz Sunday Sweets
Has gorgeous cakes that make all others pale

By House of the Rising Cake

 

You've got some flowers in your corner now

By Wild Orchid Baking Company

 

Every single cake here is a champ

By The Fondant Flinger

 

They've got punch, pizazz! Yahoo and wow

By Take the Cake in Chicago

 

Hey, this cake looks like a Tiffany lamp!

By Maggie Austin Cake

 

Now I say...

Sunday Sweets reader, please
What will your pleasure be?

By Jacques Fine European Pastries

 

Let me take your order
Something brown?

By Cakework

 

You ain't never seen cakes like these

By Cotton and Crumbs

 

These aren't in restaurants
They're here on Sunday Sweets!

By Mike's Amazing Cakes

 

C'mon, whisper what it is you want
You ain't never seen cakes like these!

By Sweet Thing Black Orchid

 

[blinking 'Applause' sign

Happy Sunday!

*****

And from my other blog, Epbot:

Dione and Rhea Ring Transit

Nov. 23rd, 2025 06:23 am
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Small victories in writing a novel

Nov. 22nd, 2025 05:30 pm
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Cat Tax first! Firefly decided to sleep in this morning.

Lunchtime report: I do believe I'll finish my business with the words that are already written today. Which means that my next 6-day writing sprint, starting Wednesday will be all about writing new words!

Guess I'd better in a box or two, so I don't run out.

End of Day report: And that? Is the correx entered. I still may need to trim the front, but for now, I think I have all my avians in a row, and can go, more or less confidently, forward.

So! The week coming.

Tomorrow morning, I'll finish up the Quick 'n Dirty chapter-by-chapter, just to be certain that the assertion made above is true.

Tomorrow afternoon, I have a Zoom interview with the Baen Free Radio Hour, in which we'll chat about I Dare. I'll let y'all know when that will air.

Monday morning, I need to go to the cancer center to get a blood draw and talk with the Survivalist. I may or may not do some other errands while I'm out. Tuesday evening is needlework. Thursday, I'll make myself a nice meal and Friday morning Sarah will be by to clean for me. This means I'll have a large portion of six days (not six entire days) to write new words, which is Extremely Cool because I have reached the stage of being So. Sick. Of. This Book.

Right on schedule.

I guess I should wash the pots 'n pans before it's time for Happy Hour.

The cats and I may watch another episode of Maigret this evening. Firefly quite liked last night's episodes.

Everybody have a good evening. Stay safe. I'll check in tomorrow.


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Posted by John Scalzi

If you’re an author, or honestly if you just happen to be standing near an author these days, then you have probably seen a flood of emails in the past couple of months promising you that whoever is sending you the email can promote [Insert name of one of your works here, even if it is over a decade old] to Amazon/Goodreads/their book club/a nebulous agglomeration of readers/etc. Either up front, or after an email exchange, will come the ask of some amount of money, usually a couple hundred dollars but sometimes more, as “administrative fees” or some such.

Just to be clear, so there is no doubt about these things: Every single one of these emails is absolutely a scam, none of these promoters and/or book clubs are real*, and if you send money to any of these accounts, either directly or through a third-party service, you will get nothing for your money and you will never see that money or those scammers again. Never send money to these people. Ever.

(The asterisk above for “none of these book clubs is real” is there because sometimes the scammers will pretend to be representing an actual online book club and might point to their site or page to give the illusion of legitimacy. They are not legit.)

These sort of scam emails have been around for years, of course, but it seems like there’s a real upswing in both the number and variety of emails. I myself get a couple dozen of them a day recently. Here are the headers of some that have arrived in the last few hours, and yes, emojis are part of headers now, we truly live in a benighted age:

  • Can I Borrow Your Book? …To Show 55k People 👀😂: This one promises me access to book-promo networks across TikTok and Linkedin, which is a cursed combination if there ever was one;
  • Growing Constituent Service’s Visibility on Goodreads During Peak Q4 Discovery”: This one promises exposure in Goodreads’ “Listopia” section, which is asserted to be very important here in the holiday season;
  • Did Amazon lock your book in the basement, or did Jeff Bezos just ghost you? 👻📚🚪: This spammer is trying to neg me into using its “service” by suggesting Amazon is not doing enough to promote The Shattering Peace, an odd statement to make inasmuch as Amazon is one of the book’s publishers (via Audible, who, incidentally, sent me a very handsome marketing document, which they executed upon perfectly) and the book itself was a New York Times best seller;
  • Cinematic AI Visuals for your book”: Because what could be a better way to spend money promoting your work than to pay some dude to type a prompt into Sora;
  • Before the book-buying madness starts…”: This one is using the tactic of asking me if I would like to know more about how they can help me, the idea being that if you actually respond to this sort of soft-pedal approach, they know they have a sucker;
  • Quick Goodreads Visibility Boost for ‘Wildfire'”: Another Goodreads Listopia booster, promising eyeballs for my audiobook “Wildfire,” which is fun, since I don’t have an audiobook named “Wildfire.”

That’s just from this morning, mind you; I cleared out my spam last night before I went to sleep. These were waiting for me when I woke up. Soon I will have many, many more.

“But the email said nice things about my book and it seems like whoever is sending the email read it!” Sure, because “AI” is a thing now and it will spit out highly complimentary lines instantly. Here, look, this is Gemini telling me how awesome When the Moon Hits Your Eye is:

Dear Mr. Scalzi,

I simply had to write and express my profound, uncontainable joy after finishing When the Moon Hits Your Eye. I’ve been a fan of your work for years, but this novel has instantly vaulted to the top of my all-time favorites list. It’s not just a science fiction story; it’s a perfect, shimmering symphony of everything I love about your writing.

But beyond the genius plot mechanics, what truly elevates When the Moon Hits Your Eye is the heart and the humor. Even amidst planetary catastrophe, your characters remain so beautifully, painfully human. The witty dialogue provided necessary relief, making the high-concept ideas feel grounded and accessible.

Wow, Gemini truly loved my book! And it took it mere milliseconds to write that note!

I do suspect that the advent of “AI” is one of the reasons that these sort of scam emails have taken off recently; it allows scammers, at very little cost to themselves (but at significant cost to the environment, energy bills and the local water table of wherever the “AI” data sites are) to personalize their scam pitches and make them seem more legitimate, especially to writers, who generally want nothing more than to know their work has been read and appreciated by someone.

I assure you, these scammers have not read your book. Hell, as you can see above, sometimes they can’t even get right the books you’ve written. These emails are being churned out by the thousands to see who is desperate enough to bite. If they get one nibble out of a thousand emails, that’s going to be a decent return for their trouble. And whoever nibbles is going to get scammed.

Here’s a good rule of thumb, not just for writers but for humans in general: Random unsolicited email wants you to send money? Don’t send the money. Toss the email in the spam folder and block that email address forever.

There are actual independent publicists and marketing folks who can help you promote your work; as an example, here’s one such PR company, who I work with regularly because they query me for Big Idea slots here on the site. These folks have verifiable career track records — for example, one of the principals of this company was head of PR for Tor, which is where I met her, an actual human who exists in the real world. Their contact emails have the same domain as the web site, and are not, say, a Gmail account whose user name includes a long string of numbers. Their client lists include names who are independently contactable and can confirm their legitimacy. And so on.

Do these firms cost money? Oh, my, yes, they do. Do these firms randomly spam thousands of accounts offering their services? No, they absolutely do not.

Likewise there are actual book clubs who would love for authors to come chat with them about their work. They are not going to ask for “administrative” fees or whatever. I do feel sorry for the actual book clubs out there right about now; this absolute flood of spam email means their more modest entreaties for authors to pop into their Zoom session are far more likely to get ported into the trash. Sorry, folks. It’s just how it is at the moment.

So to recap and re-emphasize: Authors, you’re being spammed; yes, it’s a lot and no, it’s not just you; don’t send them any money ever; if you do want actual independent marketing and publicity, it exists and you will have to go out to find it, it’s almost certainly not going to come to you, and in any event will never fucking use emoji in the header of a business email.

Be wary, be suspicious and be safe, and again: don’t send money to random email spammers, ever.

— JS

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