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Sep. 25th, 2014 01:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeI actually almost typed out the cut text for my Irish when I started this post. Old habits, I guess. At any rate, there is no cut text and nothing to show for it here but I did do my Japanese this morning, and I did my Russian in the afternoon and I'm now on page 135. It's funny how it is getting easier, and at the same time my vocabulary isn't significantly larger than it was. It's just getting easier. Or at least, easier to string the words together without even some part of my backbrain going "and this is genitive" "and this is a verbal noun" "and this is plural because the subject is Viteslav and Edgar"... or what have you.
Anyway.
Almost done with White Lightning! Seriously, two more scenes to go, which led to the horrible realization that I don't have anything other than the core novel planned out and drafted and, well fuck. So I guess I know what I'm doing for the next umpteen ever and this is so not getting out by Samhain. Maybe by the end of the year. It would have if I'd been at all able to work last winter and spring, but not so much. The good news is stuff is churning along at a decent clip, so everything else should be fine, it's just, that? Ugh. Ugh ugh ugh. I now feel like I am a Bad Writer and ... something. Bad Writer, No Biscuit.
Other than that, though, the writing seems to be chugging along. The electricians were in... have I seriously not updated all week? Bad Jag. And it turns out they think the house is fine, doesn't need to be rewired, which is about the third opinion out of three that we've had that thinks so, all of them professionals, two electricians and one house inspector. So I at least have that to bludgeon my weasel pack with when it starts up with the but your house is so old it will have an electrical fire and you will all burn. No. Shut up weasels. I'm pretty sure this also has to do with an electric fire that shut down a bar/bat mitzvah when I was a kid. No memory of who it was for or much beyond awkward standing around and dancing at the party! Lots of memory of the awkward standing around after we were all evacuated.
So, yeah, the house has been worked on, at some point towards this week or the end of this week we're going to hit up Home Depot for a doornob and fix ... or I could actually just order from House of Antique Hardware. Ponder. Anyway, fix the damn bathroom door. I still need to find a mason to come out and fix the chimney, who the hell knew masons were so thin on the ground out here. Maybe I can dig up phone numbers tonight and make phone calls tomorrow. I also still need to put the tomato beds to bed, that may happen this weekend. All herbs that can be transplanted have been transplanted, and I need to pick the last of the peppers, the carrots, and put that to bed too at this rate. Oogh. I'm going to have my work cut out for me this weekend.
And on the other hand, the boy and I are sort of slowly getting into better clean/tidy habits, inexplicably, but maybe just winter, so. That's a plus, too? Or, hell, maybe I'm finally feeling better after both the winter of my uber discontent and then the run up to Dragon*Con. Oh, hell if I know. But things are going somewhat better on the domestic housekeeping front. Is good.
Word Count: fuckifIknow
Anyway.
Almost done with White Lightning! Seriously, two more scenes to go, which led to the horrible realization that I don't have anything other than the core novel planned out and drafted and, well fuck. So I guess I know what I'm doing for the next umpteen ever and this is so not getting out by Samhain. Maybe by the end of the year. It would have if I'd been at all able to work last winter and spring, but not so much. The good news is stuff is churning along at a decent clip, so everything else should be fine, it's just, that? Ugh. Ugh ugh ugh. I now feel like I am a Bad Writer and ... something. Bad Writer, No Biscuit.
Other than that, though, the writing seems to be chugging along. The electricians were in... have I seriously not updated all week? Bad Jag. And it turns out they think the house is fine, doesn't need to be rewired, which is about the third opinion out of three that we've had that thinks so, all of them professionals, two electricians and one house inspector. So I at least have that to bludgeon my weasel pack with when it starts up with the but your house is so old it will have an electrical fire and you will all burn. No. Shut up weasels. I'm pretty sure this also has to do with an electric fire that shut down a bar/bat mitzvah when I was a kid. No memory of who it was for or much beyond awkward standing around and dancing at the party! Lots of memory of the awkward standing around after we were all evacuated.
So, yeah, the house has been worked on, at some point towards this week or the end of this week we're going to hit up Home Depot for a doornob and fix ... or I could actually just order from House of Antique Hardware. Ponder. Anyway, fix the damn bathroom door. I still need to find a mason to come out and fix the chimney, who the hell knew masons were so thin on the ground out here. Maybe I can dig up phone numbers tonight and make phone calls tomorrow. I also still need to put the tomato beds to bed, that may happen this weekend. All herbs that can be transplanted have been transplanted, and I need to pick the last of the peppers, the carrots, and put that to bed too at this rate. Oogh. I'm going to have my work cut out for me this weekend.
And on the other hand, the boy and I are sort of slowly getting into better clean/tidy habits, inexplicably, but maybe just winter, so. That's a plus, too? Or, hell, maybe I'm finally feeling better after both the winter of my uber discontent and then the run up to Dragon*Con. Oh, hell if I know. But things are going somewhat better on the domestic housekeeping front. Is good.
Word Count: fuckifIknow
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Date: 2014-09-25 06:03 pm (UTC)(*flappy hands* No actual word count here. Working on stuff, though. Still picking up protag's face - it's a toss-up between three options, and they're very different races/backgrounds - but I already know about her mother, which I guess. Is something. And I've got a hint of an outline. So, progress!)