Category: Writing

middle of the day

Katie took a break in the middle of the work day yesterday to take my phone call because I think it’s safe to say that I’m concerned for her mental welfare at the moment and we had a rudely long call (as far as her employers are concerned) but she was already in an office so there weren’t any big ears and we could just hang.

Some parts of the conversation were incredibly painful, the stuff that you just don’t put on social media because of how it plays out over time, because of who might be affected adversely, because of who might cruelly take advantage of it. But I have to say that overall, given her circumstances, Katie is doing the correct things in the correct order and Keith and Paul are being supportive and (relatively) non-judgemental. Things aren’t great but they aren’t critical, and the baby is fine as far as any of us know. And now I’m going to post this before I say something I shouldn’t.

I’m spending an awful lot of time thinking about Honey on the Moon/Best Roommate in the World without actually writing and now I’m thinking I want to rewrite it so it’s a much slower slow burn.

incoming

We’re supposed to get wildfire smoke within the next few hours as the heat dome continues.

Delta variant continues to be scary as hell. Somebody overlaid July 2020 over July 2021 and this bump will be worse, going through the unvaccinated. Realizing how easy it is for the vaccinated to carry and transmit the variant is terrifying to me. I am going to start masking again on the trails in Fraser Foreshore. I know Paul won’t (and he is HOPELESS at staying 6 feet away, although now we know it’s like cigarette smoke what use is that anyway).

I am in an okay mood, I just can’t move, think or act.

very tiny bit of editing on two stories

no practicing

no training Buster

 

an ordinary day

called Peggy, found out that Tom is not having a great time, but he’s alive and kicking, so there’s that, and ran two loads of laundry including my new favourite cloth masks, and emptied and refilled the dishwasher, and found out there is another rat in the wall and the rat Buster caught didn’t help, and practiced and possibly wrote another instrumental on the ukelele, and watched some TV, and ate the Burger Den Mushroom burger Jeff got me, and now I’m wrassling with my bedding, since I washed my bedding like a sensible person.

I am still thinking about best roommate, there’s a scene I keep writing and rewriting in my brain but it’s really heavy in terms of the power relationship between our two knuckleheads and I want it to be incredibly light and airy and delicately emotional and I haven’t felt my way to it yet.

I even broshed my toofs

Expanse rewatch

I really wish I could get mOm and pOp to watch the Expanse. It has so many superior moments in sci-fi -stuff where the physics and inertia of situations are really dealt with in visually amazing and reasonably accurate ways – and politically it’s as astute and observant as any adult TV can expect to be.

I just rewatched season four for the first time. There are so many things about it I didn’t get the first time (and I read the books…) and many of the things that annoyed me about it the first time really spun me up on rewatch. Now I’m seeing the desolation of the Martian Republic after the Ring gate opens  against the collapse of the American Empire, which we are now watching in real time. Can you not see senior American army logistics people selling off American tech to the highest bidder as soon as a civil war breaks out or there’s a disaster which destroys the chain of command, however briefly? I know I can. This is the pointy, gritty, dying end of the collapse. it’s horrifying. And it’s completely normal and predictable. The Russians and the Chinese do not even have to plot it! all they have to do is prepare for it. To have the suitcase of cash ready when the materials become available.

The Marco Inaros terrorist/ belter leader /character is annoying af but people like that always are. The speechifying. The visions ‘of our people’, the psychopathic willingness to sacrifice anything in its path.

450 words on ‘best roommate’.

I’m trying to keep my mood good but it’s literally minute by minute. No shrimp curry last night, they only had beef instead, but damn it was good. Really good.

editing continues

I’ve been working quite hard on editing the best roommate in the world. I haven’t been practicing; since donating blood I feel quite devoid of energy; normally I get a sort of high after I donate, a burst of energy, and it really did not happen this time. I’ll donate once more when it’s appropriate and if I feel like this again I’ll stop entirely.

It’s a drag, but there you go.

I daren’t talk about lists; I don’t have the energy. I couldn’t even walk halfway through our usual walk at the Foreshore yesterday. We got to feed crows (I took the last of the peanuts, I’m not feeding crows here at the house anymore) and listened to a great blue heron arguing with a bald eagle (the noise was bloodcurdling) and got into a whistling contest with a small warbler, not identified. There’s always something at the Park.

In the meantime almost every day I get kudos for the stories I put on AO3 and that’s a little bit of validation that keeps me going. It’s never the same stories; people find one and then read all of them. Very satisfying.

With respect to the more public work, I really like Slider as a character. They’re fussy and weird and kind and gentle and I wish I knew them in real life. Same for Jesse obviously but Slider’s more of an accomplishment.

I have a toof

FINALLY got the crown installed. My fucking credit card barfed (after I was assured by TD that it worked fine) and my daily limit wasn’t enough to pay on the debit so I have to go back today and pay the rest. The tooth itself is fantastic and they were so embarrassed they gave me a 10 percent discount. Given that I’ve been given money by my parents to pay for this let me assure you both I will spend the difference foolishly on Keith’s BirthDay Prezzies.

I have quite a shopping expedition to do today. Keith wants cooking stuff and I am requiring a few items here and there.

2400 words of fanfic yesterday. I have literally not felt like writing in ages and boom, there it was. I’ve also been editing the Roommate section of Honey on the Moon.

Pizza for breakfast, gotta make more ice tea for Jeff… maybe breakfast?

feeling somewhat better

Jeff went out yesterday and came back with Iced Caps from Timmy Ho’s and IT WAS GOOD. They taste a little chemically when you’re done with them but they are a tasty treat in hot weather, I’ll tell you.

Current temp outside is 21ºC, a welcome improvement.

shown is the King of Sweden yelling at a footie game LOOOOOOK AT his wife’s face, look at the face of the woman in front of him LOL

so freaking hot

I forgot my on line appointment with my doc so of course I’m sitting in my room crying about how stupid I am. WHY WOULD I MISS THAT APPOINTMENT.

I’m so fucking stupid.

House is really hot from yesterday. It will be a while before it cools down.

Jeff’s off at a dentist consult. I’m waiting another week for my crown. Very bored with this.

content warnings all the way down

CW murdered children.
 
The next time I notice a white person say ‘our Native’ or ‘our Indigenous’ people, I’m going to go cold as a fucking mackerel and say, “The dead children in the ground are yours as well?” Just to watch them turn that colour, you know the one.
CW sex workers
I am now to the point in my deliberations about my love life when I’m glad that sex workers exist. I could add many other things, but my mOm is reading this.
CW automotive nostalgia
Me and my twitter buddy in Georgia this morning exchanged pictures of the red two seater sportsters our daddies owned when we were young. Ours was a Honda S600 (1966) and his was an Austin Healey. This man is half my age and honestly he’s one of the people I’ve found on the internet that I agree with about 87 percent of the time, and when we disagree, it’s usually for the entertainment of others.
CW whelp we’re hoobled
You can predict 49 degrees C in Kelowna but however fucking hot it gets we’re definitely going to be thinking about the future of air conditioning. Also, Jeff had a post to nail up about how we completely fucked up climate change, per European scientists, and we can’t actually push the peanut back into the shell, but he decided not to. Great grandchildren get a terrible world.
and the folks it’s aimed at