Buildings

When I was 10 years old, my parents build a new house on the farm, we moved in, and tore the old place down. So, while I lived on the same farm until I graduated high school, I didn't live in the same house.

That means this place, Casa Testerman, is the place I've lived in longer than any other place in my life, by a fair margin. 14 years, almost to the day.

I love our new place, both what it is and what it potentially can become, but I'm not going to lie: walking through the empty rooms in the old place really, really hurts.

 

RIP, Sir Terry Pratchett

66 years old. Far, far too soon.

One of the few authors for whom Kate and I have tried to maintain a complete collection. We've never quite been able to keep up, because this brilliant, funny, angry man was simply so prolific.

He is one of my favorite authors to read; I did so in small doses because even the lightest-seeming book contained themes that deserved weeks or months of reflection.

He was a giant, and he will be missed.

Pratchett Himself
Terry Pratchett kindly posed with his hat for us.

Hit the dog park this morning with Kate. Spent most of the walk getting her reaction(s) to the new book, so it's already a pretty good day

It's difficult, I've found, to figure out what you've got when you finish a big story (and this one is big) – it's like working as a blind sculptor: you know the shape of the thing as you perceive it, but really have no idea if it scans as intended for anyone else.

Kate's approach to reading something new is always as a reader, first and foremost – for the enjoyment of it – and after having put parts of this thing through so many technical feedback loops and workshops, getting a "reader reaction" from someone was so incredibly helpful (and gets me past the post-completion "I suspect this thing I made is terrible" funk.)

The upshot of the conversation was "the story is doing all the things I want it to do," so I'm happy.