I have to take my victories where I can.
Speaking of which! Thanks to Amazon’s UK site, I am now in possession of a TEENY copy of the CoE BCP. It’s legible, it’s got everything I wanted and some things I had no idea about, but it’s itty-bitty. This is not a complaint, merely an observation.
Coverdale Psalter WITH NUMBERS! Yay!
Also, the sequel to ILUMETTH is coming along relatively swimmingly, even if my brain is currently flat and pretty much nothing exciting happens. Well, there are letters, and there’s a shovel talk, and I still have NO idea what the hell is wrong with one of the characters…
I write on a very micro level. Some writers work on a macro level, taking in huge swathes of important things like what the government is doing in their world and remembering things like steam engines and electricity exist. Me, I grab the magnifying glass and ignore all of that other stuff, because apparently it’s far more vital to know that Ezekiel has always had a difficult time not being a smart alec in the face of authority.
Don’t ask me about the status of train transportation in Ezekiel and Justinian’s 19th Century That Never Was–I have no idea. Or other important questions, like gas lamps and electricity and the availability of opium and how much of an empire what amounts to Britain is etc etc etc. I just don’t know. It’s kind of a shame, too, considering how absolutely fascinatingly different life probably is, there.
I may have something new flopping onto the page in the near future, speaking of writing on a micro level. Nanobots and cyberspace and a Seattle that I don’t think I ever want to visit have been kind of bubbling in the back of my head for the last 18 hours, so. We’ll see, though, because sometimes announcing that I’m Going To Do The Thing! leads to The Thing not being Done. Which I hate. A lot.
Not nearly as much as I hate the way my face is randomly aching, at the moment, but until the NSAID I just took kicks in I’ll have to live with it.
I think I may go write Valentine’s day mush, or at least try to–I seem to remember that Valentine’s day was kind of a big deal in the 19th century…
…Because it would probably be a good idea to post more than once a quarter, and to post more than “Uh, still kickin’!”
Some random thoughts/news:
1) I’d just like to say that I really appreciate reviewers who say, basically, “I don’t care for [Title of My Story]–just not my thing–but don’t let that stop you!” Yeah, I wish they’d liked what I wrote, but the ‘read it, you might like it!’ always always always makes me feel a lot better.
2) I can’t remember if I’ve ever mentioned it, but I’ve got this story I’ve been calling The Odd Anglican Thing. After nearly three years, I’ve given up on a name for the antagonist and am almost done with it! Then all I have to do is figure out a title (yay) and where to submit it. It’s got a lot of religiously-based content, but other than some basic good ideas (“take responsibility for your own actions”; “don’t kill people because you can”; etc) it’s not a preaching book.
3) I have something else to mention, but I’m gonna make it a separate post.
The ever-helpful Mr Cute, taking it upon himself to hold me down and give me a bath.
Getting comments–especially positive, ‘I want more!’ kinds of comments–make me all giddy and flaily. Dennis of Michigan, you totally made my weekend with the comment you left, and I’m sorry I didn’t see it sooner.
In other news, I’m still alive! I’ve just been head-down in approximately 40K words of pretty much pure sex, none of which may actually make it into a story. On the one hand, it’s original fiction and I’m writing again! On the other… I’d really love to finish something rather than write bits and bobs of related stories.
…And in writing up my “so how’s the market for [description of what I’ve been writing]” question, I just realized precisely how odd this universe is. I really need to sit down and figure out how the world works before I try cleaning it up (formatting/editorially speaking, heh) and submitting it anywhere.
One of the side effects of my medication is—honest to promise—“vivid dreams”.
The manufacturer/FDA/whoever isn’t kidding, either. Fortunately for me, I don’t normally have nightmares - my dreams are straight-up bizarre, but not bad.
As a result of falling medication prices, at my last meds check, I asked my doctor if I could switch from the tablet form to the extended release version. Doc said ‘okay’, made the swap, and (after convincing the software that *yes*, there *are* 2 scrips for the same medication in 2 differing strengths) sent it off.
I’ve taken the new pills for two nights, now, and both nights I’ve had seriously *weird* dreams. Last night/this morning, I dreamed that I was best friends with Lydia …Martin? Lydia from Teen Wolf, anyway, and we went to a rather collegiate-feeling high school. Instead of lacrosse, hockey was the big sport; there was some injustice that resulted in me angrily deciding to dye my hair pink; and for some reason, my wardrobe included a pair of jeans with half-peeled bananas printed on them and bright orange shoes.
The night before last, I dreamed that I took Mr Cute to a mall, which naturally led to him freaking out, running off, getting lost… And then turning into a hummingbird when I found him again.
This Is A Formal Post.
It’s wearing a ballgown made to resemble a tuxedo. Because it can.
Clearly, I have been spending entirely too much time on Tumblr–That’s beside the point. Point is this: I’m here to make an announcement regarding my upcoming travel schedule:
I’m not going to be going to GRL this year. However! The reasons for my absence this year are all based very much on relatively rational things like ‘interest levels’ and ‘the presence of east-coast friends’ and ‘money’, and not on totally irrational fear, so there’s that.
Basically, I decided against going because I don’t really have the money (*sadface*), my friends weren’t going to be able to go due to a combination of time/work/edits, I myself don’t have anything new out which makes me feel kind of blah (and disappointed in myself, seriously), so. Fear didn’t have anything to do with it!
Instead, I’m gonna see if I can find a concert or a con or something in my neighborhood(s) and see about visiting my dad & his family for a while longer than I did last year. (And if there IS a con somewhere nearby, I have a cosplay idea that I really really want to try.)
The work of archivists is fasten-ating. Alan Walker, archivist at the National Archives, shared some of his favorite fastener moments (thorns!) with us on the Prologue blog.
You know, if the Doctor came by and asked me when and where I wanted to go, I’d ask him to take me back in time to decree that no US government agency anywhere would staple anything to carbons. Because, in 20/30/40 years, someone (read: me) is going to have to go through those files and make copies, and getting staples out of carbons without tearing the carbon is a pain and a half.
Those paper clips are seriously cool, though — I had no idea there were so many different varieties!
Things my cat does that I wish I could do:
- fall sound asleep pretty much anywhere
- hide under the bed
- get treated sympathetically for hissing at and scratching annoying people
I wrote this story. You’d think I would remember A) how the names of the siblings of one of the protagonists were capitalized and B) whether they were shortened or not.
(Edited to add: oh! And I’d forgotten that his sister has a (for lack of a better term for reasons that don’t need exploring at this juncture) husband who has a name and everything.) (Good thing I decided to check.)
To make a long story short, I had this Idea on Easter morning: 40 40-word ficlets about Dean Winchester, based on/around the Lenten themes of preparation and penance, culminating in the resurrection/redemption of Easter…
That’s what I wrote in my notebook, anyway. I don’t know how closely I’ll hew to the whole Lent prep/penance and redemption parts, though — I really like the idea of redemption, and I really want to explore all the different ways one can be redeemed/can find redemption, so.
I’m open to prompts/suggestions, too, since I have two done so far… And I only like the first one.