So, here we are at the end of September, and I’ve written all of one thing in the past month. Depression, unseemly heat, and a server deciding to take up an exciting new career as a brick have combined to do a real number on my creativity.
Thank you all for bearing with me through these times of crisis and literary drought. Hopefully October will suck slightly less. Or maybe COVID will come back strong and kill us all. Either way.
In the meantime, here’s one of those little fine distinctions that creeps its way into spacer slang:
topside: In a starship context, on the hull. (An EVA topside is thus distinguished from an EVA outside, which implies leaving the immediate vicinity of the ship.)
– A Star Traveler’s Dictionary
Sorry, no G on schedule today, due to great, squandrin’, orgulous, hours-long headache.
Will do tomorrow at best speed.
Sorry, no fiction today.
This is because of the release of KSP 1.1 preview, and consequently my spending the entire day testing out its new many-parts and many-mod 64-bit support by resurrecting working versions of my Behemoth, Megalodon, and Surprise Eclipse! 10m-parts-as-liquid-fuel-boosters-for-an-Orion heavy-lifters.
I’d apologize, but honestly, I regret nothing and you wouldn’t believe me if I told you otherwise.
My apologies, fic-a-day followers, but due to a bad case of mental fatigue involving many, many missing hours of sleep, today’s fic-a-day will be delayed until tomorrow. (And, no, tomorrow’s won’t be delayed; you’ll just get two then.)
Sorry ’bout that, but I’m guessing you’d rather have “late” than “crap”, right?