Concerning SquirrelTerror
It appears that if I want to resurrect the SquirrelTerror chronicles, I’m going to have to go on the Wayback Machine or something. *sigh* I’m not sure I can, or will, do all that. I don’t have the time to go combing through and copy-pasting them, though I would like to put them together in an ebook or even a slim paper volume.
Ugh.
It’s sad because I lost sooooo much when my site was hacked. It’s upsetting. I thought I could resurrect some things–like the Pyrrhic Victory of Pelennor Sunroom–from a SQL dump, but no dice. This is me banging my head on a keyboard and cursing the fact that some people are jackasses whose only joy is destruction.
Truth be told I’m thinking of retiring Squirrel!Terror stories for good. Napoleon is a hysterical little beast, and I like chronicling his ongoing adventures–and his, ahem, passion for his Josephine. I dislike having lost previous tales, though–and the pressure to write them more, harder, faster just makes me want to dig in my heels, despite being pleased at the obvious enjoyment of said adventures. I chronicle the Kingdom of Backyard for fun and to share, but to have people pressuring me or acting as if they’re entitled to have me produce the stories on their schedule is…well, it makes me contrary.
Still, I may eventually have to use the Wayback or something, and resurrect Neo’s adventures. If only for my own amusement. If I manage to get all the books I have on my docket done by the end of the year, that might be my Yule present to myself. My reward for working=more work! Hooray!
In any case, today I’m closing the castle, raising the drawbridge, and settling in to brush up and lay out Jeremy Gallow–that’s the trailer-park fae novel. He needs some attention if he’s going to go anywhere, and the work will stop him eating a hole in my head and complaining that his story has waited quite long enough, thank you.
Over and out.
photo by:
PhillipC
