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( Gaeilge )

So, Once Upon A Time is not offering any contradictory spoilers to the whole Stranger-is-Bae theory, which makes me rather happy in my secret little shippy soul. Who am I kidding, it isn't that secret. Kiki also came up with the theory that Bae's helping his Daddy with manipulating the curse and Emma, and I'm not sure if I like that better or if I like the idea of a surprised, tearful angsty reunion between father and son better. Because obviously Gold knows exactly what's going on. Various commentary and snide backhand remarks and so on, he knows what's going on. And furthermore he might damn well still have his powers because I am still convinced that he put the whammy on Charming. So. Nyah.

Still being a responsible adult even though I'm now in a holding pattern until Friday, which is annoying, but oh well. Trying very hard not to jitter all over everything. At this point it seems like we've hit the stage where, if things go well, we'll need a month to month lease and we'll be out of here end of March. If things go poorly, we'll be here another six months. Don' wanna! It's hard. And annoying. And hard.

Deep breaths. I need to check in today, and then I seriously need to check in more than once every two weeks, argh. I think I'm slowly recovering from being somewhat scattered, but like I said yesterday, this isn't even blatant scattered. Blatant scattered I could at least deal with by making all kinds of lists and keeping them on my person. This is subtle scattered, with nerves being all over the place and only figuring out why a chunk of time after I normally would have figured it out and compensated for it. I dislike this. A lot. On the other hand, I think I'm developing the proper coping mechanisms. Well see.

State of the Union happened, I didn't watch any feeds or anything but I'm sure it was very stirring. Talking with Anna, suddenly I'm very glad that my Real Grown-up Name and my Jaguar self stayed as two separate e-mail accounts on Googlemail because I'm properly paranoid lazy. I mean, it sucks that Google is insisting on everyone being who they say they are and no one having anonymity but for a little while there I was freaked out that they were going to merge my two selves. Not that I have anything to hide one from the other, but it'd be really weird. But, no. Two separate email accounts. Apparently that's all it takes? Good.

I hate responsible adulthood. I don't want to file my taxes. I should at least file my various paperworks into the binder this weekend, and I don't want to do that either. I want to curl up in my fictional worlds and wave a magic wand and everything will file itself. Whine whine bitch. No, I will take my Irish language victory and run with it, because that's more energizing than whining.

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Fandom: Once Upon A Time
Characters: Mary Margaret, Mr. Gold
Word Count: 798
Rating: PG
Prompt: Cuddle meme!

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Fandom: Once Upon A Time
Characters: Emma Swan, the Stranger
Word Count: 952
Rating: PG unless you look close
( The Courtship of Emma Swan )

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( Deutsch )

For a second there I thought I scrolled past an article that said SOPA and PIPA need your help and I was about to unleash a torrent of fury at someone who was Wrong On The Internet. I think I realized that I'd misread before I realized the futility of that.

I had about an hour, hour and a half of feeling like the only reason anyone gave a damn what I had to anything was because of what I write, the patterns I can extrapolate and spit out, the voices in my head, whichever you like to call it. Then I managed to kick it in the teeth and make it shut the hell up, but it's still an interesting question. Dilemma. Something. At what point does it stop being healthy to hold these patterns separate from yourself and treat them as other people? When you stop being able to function? When you do it at all? (Fuck that.) When you can't tell the difference between yourself and the voices in your head, your Also-Me's, anymore? I don't know. I'm just glad I got that kicked in the teeth.

And then again, it's hard to be depressed when [redacted] calls you up from the other end of the earth about a ginormous weaving yarn order for fucking [redacted]. Obviously I can't say anything about it right now, but let me tell you guys this is fucking exciting. Okay, a couple of you do know because I couldn't resist bouncing privately, but I'm trying not to bounce this all over the internet, as minuscule a detail as this is. I mean, it's probably not going to be something anyone but the family would notice. But I will know. And I will be able to point and squeal and go HI I TOUCHED THAT THAT WAS IN MY HOT LITTLE HANDS AND I SENT IT OUT AND MADE THAT ABLE TO HAPPEN.

So, yeah. No one can harsh my groove over that. I'll be over here, grooving and waiting for the follow up call.

Also, I just did that Google Ads Preferences manager thing? AHAHAHAHAHA Google thinks I'm an 18-24 year old male. Oh Google. You are so very far behind the times.

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( 日本語 )

Okay, that was better. That was much easier and better, albeit interrupted a little of the way through to do some thrashing of spreadsheets. But tomorrow it'll be easier still (I hope) and I'll get more written. I actually wrote, according to my word counter, about twice as much today in Long Road as I did yesterday. I definitely wrote twice as much in general. Two Once Upon A Time fics, one for the cuddle meme and one that I drabbled because I still ship Emma/Stranger-as-adult-Bae.

This does sort of help. Both flossing my brain with short fanfic and setting down my thoughts on writing before bed, except that today my thoughts are "damn, that was way easier" and that's about it. But, Nameless came easier today. Yes, I may have phrased that on purpose.

So tomorrow there will be Triumvirate outline expanding and some more written on Long Road and hey, I got my publishing schedule laid out through the end of February! Up to and including building up my website, which I'd started to neglect. Which is all very well when you have actual content there but when it amounts to a holder page with a few broken graphics, not so much. What I really should start doing is I should start transporting the Arcana stuff over, because that's the stuff everyone links to and talks about. Even after they're years past talking to me like a person or at all, which actually kind of amuses the shit outta me. Apparently I have good ideas. Who knew.

And of course some fanfic mental floss tomorrow. Probably the Sherlock Mrs. Hudson fic that I have yet to finish, fix up, and toss out there. Juke Joint Jezebel can wait for the next section till Friday night or Saturday day, I don't anticipate doing anything this weekend. Other than chewing on my desk because of Old Hotness.

To sum up tomorrow's tasks:
1. Triumvirate outline expand and add
2. Long Road
3. Sherlock Mrs. Hudson fic