Category: Writing

So I went out with Katie and Alex yesterday. He got this from me and immediately insisted on wearing it. We took the seabus to Lonsdale Quay and got him a haircut (it’s a very special kids cut place) and I pointed to a stack of die cast cars and said whichever of these babies you want….

and he got a school bus

Because he’s GOING TO SCHOOL IN TWO WEEKS. The school bus has a hood that opens, a door that slides, and a stop sign that comes out. I think he chose wisely.

Then we parted at Waterfront St & I went to the Wicklow and we SPITTED (Dunnett group meeting name) and I FINALLY GAVE JAN her books back, it’s only been since November 2017 and also I was all unhappy back then about nobody paying attention re my novels and this time people did (all I wanted was to provide the link?!!) AND I drank a Fat Tug because it was a stinking hot day and I also had chickn tacos. MUCH WALKING. Ingrid, lord bless her, gave me a lift to City hall so I could grab the 123 from there. Her mama is in hospital and we’re hoping she gets out of her health jam soon. Home again and then I collapsed after about 7:30. Up again at one to realize that we’d gone to bed without closing and locking the back door which likely explains why my ankles are mosquito bitten this morning.

Checked my email and had a simply lovely newsy letter from Anne, including a babysitting story that had me on the edge of my seat.

Katie is not having a fabulous time these days so anybody who feels like being nice to her would be appreciated by yours truly.

Part of the reason I’m sad is because even if I’d stirred my stumps to go to WorldCon in Dublin, I’d be hating every minute of it – you should Hear What People Are Whining about – the lines, the endless screwups, how there’s no place to sit, how the site is terrible for people who are disabled or easily tired, etc. etc. I’m seeing grown men and women talking about crying from frustration on twitter.

My fan fic is going extremely poorly. I did come up with one of the best ideas I’ve ever come up with for romance fiction, seriously it’s like WHY HAS NO ONE EVER THOUGHT OF THIS BEFORE but it’s still going very sticky and hard and I just want it to be over.

I’m killing a character in HOTM redux, and I hate it.

Jeff says he’ll be done SOTW editing by the beginning of September.

Cora’s for breakfast this morning. It was not very fantastic.

We’re watching season 2 of Mindhunter and we’re rewatching season 1 of Black Spot. We’re almost at the end of season 3 Lucifer, and we’re loving Hudson and Rex – that dog is a better actor than a lot of people.

and then I got old.

Bailed on walking today, it’s just going to be too goldinged hot.

I HAVE A FAMILY SECRET AND I can’t tell nobody. But it’s a beautiful happy secret and all will be revealed in TIME!!! ha ha ha ha.

Lovely time singing and playing yesterday afternoon on the deck with Paul. He’s learned a Metric tune called “Anticipate” and I’m going to put together a mando track to go with. We’re walking in Deer Lake Park today.

I’m now review April 2005 and I’m not really liking the person I was then. I mean, I gave a good impression of being self-satisfied but from this perspective I most sincerely am not.

Went to see Keith at Lucent yesterday and started arranging new glasses MY PRESCRIPTION HAS CHANGED 1.5 IN 18 MONTHS. But everything I was worried about with respect to my eyes has turned out to be bogus – I was smart to go get my blood pressure dealt with early. My eye health is, according to Doc Yee, about as good as it possibly could be given my age. I decided not to bother with progressives, since I’ll just get reading glasses with a coating instead.

Keith was ever so professional and helpful. It was (apart from taking for bloody ever) really awesome, especially since I didn’t have to have the Dreaded Eyedrops.

Then Mike called; I gave him his new tiedye shirt (Jeff got TWO) and I walked again yesterday, this time to the Twisted pub, so I really did get exercise yesterday. He walked me home and then walked himself back home.

I have to stop napping during the day, apparently I’m now officially getting enough sleep.

MAN I was writing songs like a ring tailed dilly in March of 2005!

blargh

feeling much better today. I’m wearing my all day everywhere jammies and words which apply include comfy, haymish, cozy. I had a hot bath, my sovereign remedy for everything that’s wrong with me.

To keep my mOm happy, I shall reduce my internet trawl to a simmer and go back to working on ‘my beloved child’ the current chapter in HOTM Reducks

fell asleep around four, slept through my pill taking

I now have to wait until morning to take em

BLARGH

Missed the writers meetup

BLARGH

I really hate this heat, but at least Jeff and I got out yesterday, and  I have cactus soil and replaced the upstairs toilet seat, which was a horrible patchy pain in the butt.

On to the wilds of 2005!!!

It’s inspirational. Everybody’s writing different genre stuff.

1400 words on HOTM yesterday. I broke down and got beautiful salty Indian food for dinner because it was hot as balls yesterday and I did not want to cook but I wanted something tasty.

Heard from Mike, he’s doing okay. Party planning for Paul’s birthday continues apace.

Twenty minute walk just now. There was no milk in the house and I got cream because I think I’m going to make coffee.

I DIDN’T GO I LITERALLY FELL ASLEEP AND I FEEL REALLY WEIRD AND OVER HOT

But I don’t necessarily say it.

Found a love letter I wrote to a friend ten years ago. I never gave it to them for reasons that make sense to me, and didn’t give it after because our friendship altered, many times. I don’t know how appropriate it would be to give it over now, but it’s quite a piece of writing, so I’m transcribing it.

Almost finished reposting September 2004 into this WordPress blog. Lots of amazing pictures. Note to self, more pictures.

I bought art supplies, pens and paper yesterday, thanks to Paul. We went on an expotition. Also I helped him with some government paperwork. It was a papery day. Also got a bullet journal. Wrote 850 words on Conversion, the chapter in which Michel, Oddi and Harri kidnap Sissy to take her back to stand trial in Vancouver, and things go wrong three different ways, but not entirely. Wrote another thousand words on a fic that is going so poorly I think I’d rather work on main projects today.

Time to take biscotti out.

Time to put biscotti in. This will be my last bake for a while. I’m on the Dash diet, apparently. Essentially it is a death diet; there’s nothing worth living for and you quietly starve yourself to the grave while worshipping your dropping BMI and blood pressure.

Time to take biscotti out.

Back to the doc on the ninth August. Still no dementia test – she thought it was better to tell me how I’ve got three times the normal chances of popping my clogs or stroking out. Gee thanks but hey, reality.

Now I shall tell the truth. Couple of days ago I turned the yellow clingstone plums that Peggy gave me into plum sauce AND THAT WAS A WHOLE SCENE because it changed colours four times while I was cooking it. First it was orange and then it was pink and then it was green and then it was, well, plum coloured. It changed colour partly because I put a lot of baking soda in it and it foamed up and turned green I felt like I was at Hogwarts. I cooked pork tenderloin in it and gave it to the folks at planet bachelor because Katie should not be stuck doing the cooking all the time. I RECYCLED THE PLUM SAUCE and cooked Jeff’s birthday dinner of chicken thighs in it. GOD THEY TURNED OUT WELL.  Then I recycled the sauce, I know when to quit. The rest of the plum sauce (there were MANY PLUMS)  I’m going to turn into some kind of low salt dessert, I just haven’t figured out how. OR MAYBE I’LL FREEZE IT I dunno.