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Sep. 16th, 2016 11:37 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeThe vet visit happened. Surgery did not happen, as the boy predicted, what did happen was that we were given steroids to hopefully shrink the tumor/fatty mass/pseudotumor/whatever the fuck it is and told to continue the antibiotics and keep the cone of shame on to hopefully let it heal. Heh. The vet tech called it a cone of horror. That fits with Mikey's face every time we come at him with it on. Poor thing's going to be a lot more accustomed to the vet given how often we stick him in, drag him to an office, and then he sits there for thirty minutes while humans talk over him and eventually stuff him back in a box and drag him back home.
And then I got donuts because if I have to be woken up in the middle of the night by the cats being unsettled by Mikey's cone, followed by getting up early to deal with vets, dammit I deserve donuts.
Sincelireavue is a bad influence I'm starting yet another knitting project at work, because today was so frazzled and I didn't remember to bring a project in. It's just a simple kerchief, but still. Bad influence, I tell you. Still, it'll feel good if I can manage to get and stay on top of things. Then I can knit without it being almost pure stress relief.
I'm waffling back and forth on whether or not I've even done a good job keeping up with things. I've kept writing on drafts that I wanted to finish, so there's that, and I've kept up with capoeira and about half my languages. And it's been a chaotic week with Trump, flu shots, vet visits, cat worrying, and so on. But I haven't kept up with the other half of my languages and I still need to do Helix which, at this rate, will probably get done tonight and not posted until tomorrow, which is not what I wanted. And on the other hand: Trump and the resultant migraine that knocked me out from about 4pm on, flu shots, vet and cat. And. I don't even know. I think I've done pretty good at rebuilding my routines in the face of life trying to fuck me over? I also keep expecting the brainweedles to start chewing on the wires again and they haven't. Thus I keep compensating for something that isn't there. How unfuckingconsiderate of them.
But Sandborn is done. I had to actually confirm that with Editrix because it feels so weird to have it be actually done by this the, what, fourth deadline? I've set myself. Sandborn is done and if the print copy isn't quite ready at the same time as the Kindle one, so be it. The next major deadline is White Lightning, I think, which is next Samhain. I've got projects I'm working on consistently, Murderboarding is ... well, it's still there, and I'm still working on Helix. Things are progressing. I'm waiting on the Golem submissions to open, and I'm being as good a professional writer as I can be. So... yeah, no. Things aren't that bad. I can do this.
And i didn't even get as much sleep last night as I wanted!
ETA: And while she's noting it I will remind everyone that I am on Imzy and currently using it as a way to connect with other writers sometimes and as a means of keeping track specifically of what I've done writing-wise daily. So if you want to follow along you can and I'll give you the link and if you want invites I have invites, just don't expect me to be that active. I'm not that talky even with the connecting with other writers.
And then I got donuts because if I have to be woken up in the middle of the night by the cats being unsettled by Mikey's cone, followed by getting up early to deal with vets, dammit I deserve donuts.
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lireavue is a bad influence I'm starting yet another knitting project at work, because today was so frazzled and I didn't remember to bring a project in. It's just a simple kerchief, but still. Bad influence, I tell you. Still, it'll feel good if I can manage to get and stay on top of things. Then I can knit without it being almost pure stress relief.I'm waffling back and forth on whether or not I've even done a good job keeping up with things. I've kept writing on drafts that I wanted to finish, so there's that, and I've kept up with capoeira and about half my languages. And it's been a chaotic week with Trump, flu shots, vet visits, cat worrying, and so on. But I haven't kept up with the other half of my languages and I still need to do Helix which, at this rate, will probably get done tonight and not posted until tomorrow, which is not what I wanted. And on the other hand: Trump and the resultant migraine that knocked me out from about 4pm on, flu shots, vet and cat. And. I don't even know. I think I've done pretty good at rebuilding my routines in the face of life trying to fuck me over? I also keep expecting the brainweedles to start chewing on the wires again and they haven't. Thus I keep compensating for something that isn't there. How unfuckingconsiderate of them.
But Sandborn is done. I had to actually confirm that with Editrix because it feels so weird to have it be actually done by this the, what, fourth deadline? I've set myself. Sandborn is done and if the print copy isn't quite ready at the same time as the Kindle one, so be it. The next major deadline is White Lightning, I think, which is next Samhain. I've got projects I'm working on consistently, Murderboarding is ... well, it's still there, and I'm still working on Helix. Things are progressing. I'm waiting on the Golem submissions to open, and I'm being as good a professional writer as I can be. So... yeah, no. Things aren't that bad. I can do this.
And i didn't even get as much sleep last night as I wanted!
ETA: And while she's noting it I will remind everyone that I am on Imzy and currently using it as a way to connect with other writers sometimes and as a means of keeping track specifically of what I've done writing-wise daily. So if you want to follow along you can and I'll give you the link and if you want invites I have invites, just don't expect me to be that active. I'm not that talky even with the connecting with other writers.