You know when that friend you love stops talking to you, or moves away? When you lose touch and can’t seem to get back in contact?
That’s how I feel about the Chronicles right now. Jo is MIA, and the only one talking to me is Priss. And she talks a lot! Elf is more than making up for the lack of attention from the others, but it just doesn’t help that much.
So, for now, there is no news on the Conn-Mann front. I REALLY hope that changes soon…I miss the gang.
It’s been a couple of months since the last update, and I am still waiting on some of my feedback for Fred’s book. We were watching an episode of New Girl where Nick is looking for feedback on his manuscript and not getting any notes from anyone. I could relate.
But…last night, in my dreams, I felt the first stirrings of Jo’s presence in a LONG time. She may be ready to resume work on The Grieving Groom’s Gambit. I know I am. I am missing the little minx. She’s been silent way too long.
(Does anyone else talk about their favorite characters as if they really exist, or is that just me…?)
Ordered some more convention furniture and a few new books for the table this week. I am hoping we get to use them soon. I’ve had my first dose of vaccine. How about you?
The takeaway from this post is–don’t give up hope. The Chronicles are not dead, merely resting, and the nap may be nearly over!
I’ve been given an opportunity to have the Chronicles for sale in a lovely little indie bookstore in Canada, Dragon’s Lair Artist Emporium. I just mailed off copies today for her to look at, and hopefully they will be onboard soon. (And I didn’t forget to send along tins of the teas to see if she’s interested in pairing those too, Tea Punk Teas.)
It will mean exposing a whole new market to Jo and friends, and I am quite excited about it. We’ll see how it goes.
Aside from that, things are still stalled here as we try to get Fred’s book whipped into shape. Don’t give up on us, though! You know Jo–you can’t keep her down forever!
Here’s a poetical venture from our heroine herself–
*If you ask me where I’m going I might tell you where I’ve been ‘Cause my life’s so topsy-turvy that my head is in a Spin!
I’m Josephine Mann and I do what I can to take care of myself and my cat.
When all hope was gone, I met Alistair Conn and things turned around just like that!
With a good deal of pluck and a fair bit of luck We manage to get through the day…
On land or in air We make quite a pair, though he swears I will turn his hair gray!
Whether Alistair is too busy in his workshop or Jo decided they would have the rest of their Honeymoon Progress alone, I haven’t had any ideas for them in ages.
I even tried to write short stories for NaNoWriMo this year to prime the pump and get things going again. No luck.
I am still working on Fred’s book. Finally getting some specific feedback, and there appears to be a HUGE hole in the plot, so it’s still got a ways to go. It will be done…eventually. After all, it has a Brad Fraunfelter cover already done!
Still, I haven’t given up hope for more adventures in my favorite universe. There are plans. I just need Jo to cooperate!
In the meantime, here is the ONE piece I got finished in November. It is a look at that fateful first meeting from Alistair’s POV. Enjoy.
The Other Side of the Equation
“Is that you, Perfessor?”
“Yes, Ma. Sorry, I didn’t let you know, but I’ve already had something for lunch.”
“Yes…it was the most peculiar thing. I believe I have hired a research assistant.”
“Good fer you! You work far too hard. It will do ya good t’ have someone to share the work.”
“I suppose so. I’m just not sure how it happened.”
“Well, sit down and tell me all about it. I am sure ya have room fer a spot of tea and a piece of pie.”
Alistair Conn pulled out his chair at the boarding house table and sank into it with a sigh. “Thank you, Ma. It has been a most unusual day.”
Ma Stark set a steaming cup of tea and a large slab of pie before him and then pulled out a chair across from him and sat down. “Tell me about it, dear.”
“I’ve been planning to hire someone for some time now, but I still hadn’t taken any steps to pursue it. Aunt Emily has been nudging me to get on with it, so I promised her to go to the newspaper and place an advertisement this morning.” Needing to collect his thoughts, Alistair took a large bite of the pie. It was his favorite–cherry. Ma spoiled her tenants so…
“Is the young gentleman going to need a place to stay?”
He swallowed hastily. “That’s just it…it isn’t a young gentleman. I seem to have hired a young lady for the position. She rather steamrolled me into it, but she seems to have a sharp wit and pleasant manner. I’m sure it will be fine.”
“A young lady? Alistair Conn–I didn’t know you had it in ya.”
He could feel the tips of his ears growing hot. “It isn’t anything like that at all, Ma. She just happened to be in the right place at the right time to intercept my advertisement. I don’t even know if she will prove satisfactory to the job. But she is most persuasive, I will give her that.”
“Well, tell me about her. What’s her name?”
“Josephine Mann. She’s a little thing…her head doesn’t quite reach my shoulder, and she’s got the most incredible hair–red as fire and tumbling down in a mass of curls…”
Ma cocked her head. “Interestin’ thing to notice.”
“Well, it is her most recognizable feature. And you might have occasion to see her going in and out of the place.”
“How did ya meet, exactly?”
“Well, I was stepping into Mr. Greenstreet’s office at the newspaper when she barreled into me, promptly landing herself on her posterior.”
“I was afraid she had hurt herself, but it soon became clear that wasn’t the case. I attempted to complete my business with Mr. Greenstreet, but she convinced me she would be a reasonable candidate for the position, so I agreed to give her a trial period.”
“When do you expect her?”
“Tomorrow morning, actually. I suppose I should do a bit of tidying up before she presents herself.”
“Do you think it is proper t’ have a young female around your premises unchaperoned? I know ya, but not everyone does.”
“It’s too late to do anything about it now. If she doesn’t suit, I am sure I can find some pretext for dismissing her.”
“Don’t you dare! At least not until ya give her a decent chance.”
“I promise to run the experiment to a natural conclusion, Ma. But I make no guarantees that I will continue to employ her past the week.”
“Just be patient. Don’t be hasty. It sounds like she really needs th’ job, and you really need someone to clear up some of that magpie’s nest of yours. I don’t see how ya find a thing in that mess.”
“You do have a point, Ma.” He finished the pie, washing it down with the tea. “Thank you for the refreshments. The pie was lovely. As I say, I expect her bright and early tomorrow.” He rose to his feet. “I gave her the address before we parted.”
“Did you tell her to look for you downstairs?”
He blinked in consternation. “No. I’m so used to dealing with people who know me that I completely forgot to mention it.”
“I’ll keep an ear out for the door in th’ morning and set her straight. Now, go on with ya. You’ve got a lot of work to do before morning. I’ve seen your laboratory.”
Alistair gave her a quick hug. “Yes, ma’am.”
Bounding down the front steps of the boarding house and those leading to his apartment below street level, he entered the laboratory with a light heart. Tomorrow would be the start of something very interesting. He was sure of it.
This year has been a bust for me in so many ways. Not getting to conventions and getting the burst of inspiration and aspiration that comes from meeting new people and talking to fans has really been weighing me down. But we can’t just stay in stasis forever.
It’s time to move forward.
In anticipation that conventions (or at least some sort of show…) will return in some form, I have ordered things for my table next year. A new chair…some promo items for the new series that will hopefully be debuting…appropriate masks…
Miss Priss even approved them.
This year has been like one long vacation as my husband worked from home…but I am ready to get back to work!
How about you? Are you looking forward to seeing Fred and Kevin’s book come out? (My final run-thru edits in process…)
And hopefully, Jo has gotten bored of her vacation too! November is coming…
Fashion in the 1870’s was in a state of flux. (Isn’t fashion always changing?) Skirts were narrowing and the fabric was moving to the back of the skirt instead of the sides.
A fashionable lady–like Leonora or Aunt Emily–would be up on the most current styles, and dress accordingly.
Jo and Fred would not. They are not up on the current styles. They go for comfort. Jo is not one for stays. Fred is much more practical too. They are more likely to be found in a simple bodice and skirt.
Alistair is seldom dressed for the board room either–though, as a professor, he is sure to wear a jacket and tie in classes. In the warehouse, he’s in shirt-sleeves and a lab coat.
Kevin is much more likely to be in a suit, as he is in a professional position. As a detective, he would not be in a uniform, but Sergeant Doyle would be.
It was a busy day, so this will be short. I just thought I would talk a minute about a common thread in many Steampunk properties. In fact, it is what makes some of the media “Steampunk” in the first place–and that is the search for the “next new/coming thing.”
One of the things that makes The Adventures of Brisco County so charming is Brisco’s eager search for the technology just over the horizon. Wickwire’s inventions fascinate him for this reason.
On The Murdoch Mysteries–just now out of the Victorian era and into Edwardian–there is a similar wonder about the next technology on the horizon, though Detective Murdoch is more of a “hands-on” sort, having already invented a stop-action security camera, gears for his bicycle, an ultraviolet light for crime scene investigation and at least a dozen other gadgets. Again, the whimsical wonder as to what will be the next big idea adds a charm and fun to the show.
It’s easier to “show” this mindset on video than “tell” it in the pages of a book, but Jo has referenced Alistair should make some sort of communications device (telephone) and Seamus has a recording mechanism built into one of his mechanicals. So, I do try to get a bit of it in.
What is your favorite example of this trope? Share in the comments! I’d love to hear from you. 🙂