Frell and broad beans
Frell and damnation, it’s already the middle of the night and I still have a blog post to yank out of aetherwhere. I’ve shipped off a lot of photos to Blogmom so that she can start creating the masterwork that will be this auction. I was just saying to her that I take some comfort in the thought that my bells will not need serious restoration work again for another century or two.
Meanwhile I’m very pleased that people on the forum are expressing interest and enthusiasm. I feel my neck is sticking out pretty far. I will be glad if this auction is a relative success not only for my bells’ sake but for mine, so I don’t look like an utter drooling prat. So thank you all once already, and please keep those bid-button-pressing fingers limber.
Gonetotervs: Another suggestion to raise money — if you still own the e-rights to any of your earliest short stories, put them individually on Amazon for $2.99 and see how many of us will buy them…..
Merrilee and I have a Cunning Plan—although probably not in time for the auction. Watch this space.
Texturedknitter: Lots of attractive things in your auction list. I’ve never cared about collecting autographs, but regret now that I didn’t get one at Balticon, lo those many *mumble* years ago.
Nothing to regret! I’m still writing my name on things! (I’ve still got the Balticon 1898 mug somewhere, holding pencils or paperclips or dragon baby teeth or rose petals or something. The date on it is a little startling, I agree.)
Also, maybe offer a little bat doodle thank you, alternate to the bells doodle thank you? I’m kind of unreasonably fond of the bats (distance helps with this, I expect).
I’m fond of the little frellers myself. I like hearing them enjoying themselves in the accommodations provided . . . just not so much at 5 a.m. I’m not quite sure how we’re going to arrange this, but doodle-buyers will be allowed some say in what the doodle will be. Certainly anything that appeared in last night’s extravaganza is fair game. Although doodles evolve, as anyone who doodles knows. Last night’s Hermione or spider or running hellhound may not be next week’s Hermione or spider or running hellhound. The map of Damar will probably stay fairly constant however.
librarykat: once things get going, I’ll see what I can bid on, or simply donate (depends on how crazy bidding gets)
Donations are good*—but you can at least buy a doodle! (Or three!) I’m hoping to offer both $5 and $10 doodles (there is also going to have to be some add-on for postage, but I haven’t faced this yet), but I’m dependent on what Blogmom tells me about the tactical technology of all this. I’m also hoping that there is some clever way I can say/offer that if any biddable item is particularly hot, if it’s something I’ve still got spare copies of, I’ll make available extra copies at top bid price.
Diane in MN: Which we are going to be expected to sell tickets to. We’ve already had one pep talk, not to say exhortation, from Vicky about this.
Oh gods. I spent four years in high school having to sell things as part of fund drives, and made a solemn vow that I would NEVER SELL ANYTHING AGAIN. Which has meant, on more than one occasion, buying a lot of raffle tickets that I wasn’t about to try to unload on my friends and acquaintances. You have my very sincere sympathy for this. Do you suppose Vicky would let you off if your auction brings in a pile of cash?
THIS IS EXACTLY THE PLAN. THIS. IS. THE. PLAN. I am totally hoping to lay a startling cheque in Vicky’s lap and add ‘and I’m not selling any frelling tickets.’ So, listen, everyone, not only are you contributing to the bell fund, you’re contributing to GETTING ME A REPRIEVE FROM TICKET SELLING. Going around confronting people with stuff you want them to buy is the worst. You know all those studies that say that public speaking is the majority number one fear? I can do public speaking. But selling things? The mere idea makes me feel slightly ill. Brrrrrrr. So, bid in the auction. Buy doodles. Please. I’ll stay up late drawing portraits of your Aunt Fanny and setting Chesterton’s Lepanto to music. Anything. Just don’t make me sell tickets.
CathyR: Can’t wait for the auction! *so excited* !!
This is the right attitude. We support and encourage this attitude.
AJLR: *sits poised on edge of computer chair, with finger flexed over the PayPal button*
B_twin: I’m eyeing off that copy of ROWAN and SUNSHINE…
AJLR: OK, BIDDING WAR in prospect! And if R and I have to live on bread and dripping for a week in aid of Robin’s bells, well, I’m sure he won’t mind…
Someone married to a bellringer has to understand. (Please quote me.)
Glinda: I’d go for a bell doodle. Or a bat doodle. Or how about both together, for a bit more money?
This is the idea behind the $5 and $10 options. Or two doodles.
Black Bear: Hey all, eyes off that copy of Rowan!!!
AJLR: Gonna make me, huh, huh?
*squares up to Black Bear*
Umm . . . ROWAN is one of the ones I have extra copies of . . . ::whistles nonchalantly::
Amyrose: What about just selling autographed copies of various books? I would gladly pay $10-$20 in addition to the price of the book, especially since it’s for such a good cause.
I’d consider this. Anyone else out there interested?
Of course, then who would ship them out? And who would order the necessary books? I suppose that would be a logistics nightmare.
Well, me. That’s who’s doing all the grunt work anyway.** But I wouldn’t expect the demand to be all that overwhelming. Famous last words, I suppose.
But – *wistfully* – it would be nice to get a copy of Spindle’s End with a signature. And maybe a doodle of a spider… or a fox..
I could do that. Oh, fox! I could do a fox.
PamAdams: I would certainly buy a doodle or maybe two. (Plus I’m hoping for some Peter books–any chance for King and Joker or Skeleton-in-Waiting?)
Another thing about an auction list is you probably can’t let it get too long and overwhelming or people will take one look and go back to reruns of THE WEST WING. Unless you’re Sotheby’s, which I am not. And I think KING and SKELETON don’t appear because we haven’t got spare copies. Peter had this appalling habit of giving ALL his copies away and neglecting to order more. And then the book goes OP and that’s that.
AnguaLupin: …Now I really have to find money in the budget to bid on the Serious Doodle.
Oh good. Yes please.
Mrs Redboots: Is there anything the Hellgoddess can’t do????
Write books that sell millions of copies. Knit like you can. Ring a touch of Stedman Triples. Ring even a plain frelling course of Cambridge minor in hand. Stop my roses from getting blackspot. Convince my hellhounds to eat every day. Sing like Beverly Sills/Marilyn Horne/Janet Baker/Joyce DiDonato/Bryn Terfel. Fly like a pegasus. End world hunger. . . .
I love the doodles!
Oh good. Thank you! Thank all of you!
Meanwhile . . . you won’t remember this, but a couple of months ago I made reference to a Secret Gardening Project. Look.
My very first edible crop . . . of anything but apples off my predecessor’s tree, and my little patio peach and nectarine trees (this year’s harvest are ripening nicely, thank you). Peter used to grow our vegetables but his back has not been cooperating this year with the basic gardening concept of lots of bending over. I saw a tray of six-inch broad-bean seedlings out in front of the florist’s and thought oh . . . feh . . . nothing ventured. And they take up a huge amount of room, demand to be watered all the time, and totally refuse to be staked in any way I understand staking*** . . . and then you get this weeny handful of pods after all that, which are mostly pod.†
But then you bite into a broad bean that was still on the plant an hour ago and you say ‘oh. Wow. Yes. This is why.’ So I probably will do it again next year. Maybe I’ll try a few more plants. Maybe . . .
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* I’m also thinking that after all of this I will have to figure out how to get a recording of us ringing our newly cleaned, pressed and mended bells. I’m the one going CLANK.
** And Fiona, of course.
*** Note to self: broad beans are not dahlias.
† I should get about this much again, I think, unless the next lot of pods decide they’re not having a good time and decamp to the Bahamas.
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