as of yesterday I’ve made 6666 posts (under wordpress)

Yesterday’s word count is 930 words – Concento is the name of the chapter, which means Harmony. Feeling very lazy today BECAUSE REVENUE CANADA pooped, yeah, even unto thousands of dollars it hath poopèd. In consequence I have YEAH booked a dinner at the steakhouse for me and Jeff, and we are going to NOMMMMM

Katie is much better. She took me to breakfast. She is taking this as a wakeup call that she needs to enjoy the good health she normally enjoys a little more.

Paul’s car went home

Katie is quite ill, but not dying. Those who know her should contact her directly for more details, I’m not putting it on my blog.

Make sure you drink enough fluids, people.

current chapter now 9250 words. I need to wrap this up and get to the next big weirdness.

My first tax refund is in my account already. Happy sigh. I’m hoping to take Jeff out to Timmy Ho’s if he can pry himself away from work – he’s very work oriented this morning.

stole Paul’s car

Well I do have keys and he’s in transit from Australia right now. I am not inclined to forgive him FOR LEAVING FOR AUSTRALIA FOR TWO WEEKS WITHOUT TELLING ME I mean what the fuck dude, but I stole his car, so I have had my revenge.

Took Alex to daycare yesterday – his momma was embracing the porcelain rather too frequently to drive – and I tried to sneak out without saying goodbye and he was NOT
So I ran back and gave him a mini kiss with my fingers and the excuse “I wanted to see if you’d notice”


Saw video of a red winged blackbird pecking at a great blue heron’s ass and it was good.

Three kinds of writers

Plotters = 3 x 5s save lives! Every scene, every major interaction, is depicted before the first word is written and it will all connect to an elaborate colour schema and vexillology plus excuse me but you can’t pants a thriller or a detective novel so fuck off haters. Pro: isn’t it obvious? Con: Prone to internet ratholes about Roman weaponry.
Pantsers= There are only so many stories and my characters will tell me which one we’re in, if we’re only sticking to one that is, and that seems unlikely. Pro: those fuckers write some extremely wild, poetic shit, once you free them from plot or character detail consistency. Con: A lot of the rest of it is unreadable, because you catch continuity errors more than you catch the wild weird shit.
Plantsers=I will do extremely detailed backgrounds on all characters so I don’t do any newbie shit like green eyes grey eyes, I have my plot points and my last line, time to let the characters do the work:
Pro: Works pretty much all the time if consistently applied
Con: Your characters will back you into corners and mug you.

not too many waordz

I wrote about 370 words yesterday but it wasn’t on the main project, or even a side project, I just had to write Slider and Jesse putting their friendship back together on different terms, none of it will end up in the final novel.
Brekky with Katie this morning. Keith may come if he’s conscious but I doubt it.

Lovely brekky with the kids. Alex is with his pop.

the thing is

With fanfic (and your own fiction, but for that one must make worlds) you get the fun without the plot.
The plot – the metaplot that holds it all together – is the dyad. If all you care about is the dyad, you can strip away all the standard elements of plot and just have people living.
Doing what people do when there’s no plot happening.

“David, Wizardry won’t boot!”

Allegra’s food foibles part 1

Allegra’s food foibles, all of which will just seem like entitled craziness 20 years from now.
(background noise of Good Omens, which is a love letter to foodies everywhere)
Commencé 6 juillet 2019

Hot drinks should be just shy of damaging. Cold drinks should be as cold as possible. Water should be drunk at whatever temp it comes out of the tap.

The mouth-feel of butterfat is one of my favourite things.

A juicy beef steak also.

I love chicken eggs. I found duck eggs too rubbery to enjoy, when I tried them.

Cheese is my accommodating and tasty friend.

Chicken feet in Chinese restaurants make me anxious. There’s more than one mode of the anxiety. One, they’re scary reminders that we’re all made out of meat. Two, they are scary looking. Three, I tried to eat one once and telling myself that it was a preserved dinosaur foot didn’t help. I could not find anything to consume on it. Four, being made anxious by them makes me look racist, which makes me anxious. Five, being more concerned with how I look than not actually doing and saying racist things also, no surprise, makes me anxious.

Getting a boss to pay for alcohol is always on my bingo card.

When will climate change make it possible to grow cacao in Canada.

I enjoy virtually any format of peas.

Carrots eaten straight out of the garden are your absolute best source of h. pylori, wash your veggies, you clod.

Raw cookie dough keeps you strong.

I like Shirley Temples, and I especially like how different they are from place to place.

I usually order salads in restaurants without dressing and either eat as is or put a tiny bit of salt and pepper on them.

I love brown rice and gravy. I could probably live on it.

7300 words

I haven’t even got to the good part yet.

Made pear pancakes this morning at Jeff’s request.

mOm called looking for Jeff and I distracted her with “I sent you more” for a while.

Lunch bunch today. I think I’ll just take cheese. Cheese is often welcome.

guilt and oh well

only a couple of hundred words yesterday, not enough to send along, but very satisfying.

Katie and Alex called wanting to go swimming last night. I said I was having an indoor day. I went upstairs to lie down and had an extremely visually interesting (briefly, I had scintillating scotoma for about half an hour) migraine precursor and then PAIN PAIN PAIN. Now, because I have really weird migraines I lay there with my eyes squeezed shut and the top right chunk of my skull coming off and said to it YOU HAVE NO POWER HERE and I thought about fun things and cookie dough and after about half an hour the pain lifted. First time I’ve had a pain migraine in ages but I managed to chase it off.

Yesterday I fired up the eye mask I made a year or so ago and it really helped, the heat treatment made my right eye less dry.

Still LOVING MY BLANKIE. I wish the cover wasn’t pink but hey I DIDN’T PAY FOR IT.

All my taxes are in.

I’m obsessing about my new arrangement of the Gelis song. It just stays in my mind all the time, it’s there when I wake up. Being a songwriter is occasionally not all that great. But don’t pay attention to that, you know I mostly love it. “I want no sympathy for a pain I would trade for nothing”.

Back to RED HOT SCIENCE FICTION ACTION which in this case, since Nereus is doing a controlled fall from orbit while dodging Russian fighters, is actually a sound call.

many many thanks

Many thanks to Jeff for getting my taxes dealt with. Other good things have come out of it, but the biggest one is that I’m getting enough back to cover me and my expenses for at least half a year, maybe longer if I do something radical like budget.

For his service he shall receive a really nice dinner at Atlas, or someplace else that has really good fish.

The chapter called Detour is now up to 5500 6000 words and no sign of stopping. There’s going to be a huge action sequence in about two hundred words, after I’ve done establishing this new character.

Ten years on

About this time ten years ago I was thinking about Gelis a lot, from the Niccolo series, about how the two of them tried to inhabit each other’s minds, and how it ended up in a huge betrayal. I had a three song day, and this was one of the songs (I should look it up, I’m probably wrong hey Jeff.) The magic that allows him to find her and her to trick him by moving her wedding band around is integral to the books; the song lyrics are pure fanfic, except for the last verse, newly added, which is a condensation of that part of the plot that pertains to their marriage.

between skin and flesh

Did you go straight to a shrine
When you got off the boat
And did you say my name
Did you pray for something special
Maybe self-restraint
God’s own grace to hide your shame

I am not the kind of person
that these things happen to
and these things happen
because of you

You wrote down my name on parchment

Then set it ablaze

I know when you did it and it

Stayed in me for days

I am not the kind of person
that these things happen to
and these things happen
because of you

To the world that may be watching
We appear at war
But it is a game we’re playing
Though our son might ask what for

I am not the kind of person
that these things happen to
and these things happen
because of you


My apologies

Hosting service is being oddly unresponsive and unpleasantly disingenuous. So may change providers. In meantime, please accept my apoplectic apologies for how slow and absent my site is.

breakfast with Jeff and Katie this morning

Jeff’s off to a client, I’m going to go back to writing adjacent activities

Weighted blanket and other news

Well, my bed is even more attractive to me than it used to be! With the cover on (the kids bought me TWO spare covers to go with it) I am deliciously cool and yet weighed down into the bed. It’s really preventing the restless leg syndrome so I’m sleeeeeeeping.

I’ve had my coffee, it’s time to crack my knuckles and write.

Bud Light Canada put an ad in my twitter feed.  My response:

I ended up with two of the grapefruit raddlers in my fridge and they’re so disgusting that this tweet reminded me to go put them down the sink and recycle the cans, ’cause by Api, that’s all they’re good for. Keep the ads coming, twitter, I can do this all day.

Some shitheel gave grief to an ER nurse. My response: 

Just a reminder from an internet rando that ER nurses are among some of the best people on earth and that I hold you in the highest esteem, whatever that lousy slur of a fart off of a dumpster fire said.

Dreamhost is being dick-adjacent so I’m transferring my hosting.