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Okay, the solution to having a massive ... I don't know if that was a panic attack or a depressive fit, it involved tears, a massive drop of self-worth, and a whole lot of flight urge. But apparently the solution is curling up and crying for five, then focusing on playing guitar. There's something really comforting about the weight of the guitar on my lap. Then cooking and doing other tangible things I can do that have visible results. And then, of course, life- and sanity-saving help from Syn. We love you Syn. How so awesome. And now I have a much calmer frame of mind, copious notes, and feel much more ready to face the day and this whole home-buying process.

I suppose the good part of this is, I know the area, I lived here off and on as a kid and I've lived here for a few years, people know my family even if they don't know me, although a fair number of them know me by now. Relatively speaking. It's a smallish town.

Right. Today... Hell, I didn't get any writing done last night, fictionwise, so today there will be all the fiction writing and probably not all of the checking stuff in, I see, since there's very little incoming. Possibly equally little outgoing, which means I find something I can do at my desk and get a fuckton of writing done. Something nice, mindless, and comforting for preference. Possibly do a scene in the Mechathingie first, then poke at what I started in Nano and see if it limps to an ending, then oh. I know what the ending is. Then work on the random medieval thing of random and the Janet Carter fic. There. That's sort of like a plan. Knitting in between.

God I could use a day off. Just to get my shit together.

Organization

It is so very time for an organizational post. This one slightly more long term because there is no way I'm going to cram this all into the coming week.

1. Get. Credit. Report. Honestly, Jag.
2. Get safe deposit box for the Sparrow folder.
2a. Use that opportunity to talk to a banker there about pre-approval?
2b. And to deposit the family check.
3. Christmas presents for Dye Giant and Lurking Bandit
4. Clothes Inventory
4a. Pack up summer clothes
5. Personal Style discussion
6. Make list of 10 houses with the boy to contemplate, 5 of which we should be ready to look at.
7. Find local lawyer for the legal crap (starting 12/12)
8. Check with [as yet unnicknamed] aunt and see if she knows local good inspectors
9. Call bank and find out where the fuck the debit card is. (And no, there's no weird activity on my account, I've been checking)
10. Finish boy's arm-warmer
11. Music theory final exam, such as it is
12. 3 scenes at least on untitled Mecha story
12a. Which needs a title.
13. Shop the Music store for Gig bags
14. Chop some of the damn onions already!
15. Pre-cook chicken.
16. Re-read Swordspoint
17. Go over Spanish

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And then it suddenly got cold. Very cold. It snowed last night, or rather, it blizzarded for about 20 minutes. The 20 minutes we drove home, of course. If the roads had been colder that would have been quite an accumulation, but fortunately it hasn't been that cold for very long. It's just been cold long enough that I'm annoyed by my inability to remember my hat and gloves when I go out. And possibly my winter coat. And my under-layers. And it's supposed to get back up to warmish this weekend.

I didn't get as much writing done today as I wanted to, but I did get a fair bit of filing, and some writing happened, so there's that. I have so many writing projects going right now it's unbelievable, but thankfully there's only a couple that have deadlines. Tonight: Japanese/dinner/guitar/music theory review, then finishing this section in Juke Joint Jezebel, finishing up both Yuletide fics and posting them and getting them out of the way because they are beta'd and DONE DONE DONE AHAHAHAHA. EARLY. VICTORY IS MINE. And then trying to wrap up the Nanonovel that keeps trickling and then at least one more scene in the Mecha thing that needs a title, so I can get that finished in... maybe a week? Drafted, at least, and off to the mixer for review.

I've started up an organizational post again of things I need to do. Logistical crap. I think, once again, I just need to get in the habit of getting up, looking at that list, and figuring out the next few items on it. I may even make it top sticky so it's easier to find.

There's a spinning wheel debacle going on that makes me want to chew people's livers out, honestly, I wish I had that kind of disposable income. I just want to go home and curl up and be warm and sleepy and do things in a leisurely time, but I can't. I suppose the good thing here is, though, that the house isn't that dirty, I've been reasonably good at keeping on top of it, there's no more major out of town stuff and I have ideas for Christmas things.

I also have a pile of Ridiculous Robert Carlyle stuff as a hedge against any Once Upon A Time episode with too much Sorcery, so fuck you, writers. And stop making him giggle like that, it's excessive. I have spinning and knitting to do, I need to do some beans this weekend, and now that I'm calmer everything looks a lot more manageable. But, god, I could use a weekend or three.