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( Русский язык )

Fuck it, I'm starting the Watch books. I didn't get a chance to do Russian on Tuesday because of fuckmuppetry, I'm doing the Watch books to make up for it.

... And now that I've done the first sentence holy shit it is so much easier. Oh my god you guys, the only thing I needed was a damn dictionary. And the rest of it just happened. Holy shit I can read Russian. Give me some writing practice and I can write Russian and you guys I am so excited about this I can't even tell you. This is fucking awesome.

Ahem. So, yeah, I'm a language dork, what of it?

I think at this point I really, really need to make some time (HAH) in my schedule, maybe an hour or two on weekend evenings, to write rosetta drabbles. Maybe not 100 words in every language particularly since translating the spirit of the thing to 100 words would take a whole lot more than an hour, but translating 100 word drabbles into other languages. Or short stories. I could slowly translate some of my short stories, come to think of it. Yeah, I can make that a project. Into French, Spanish, and Russian, and that way I maintain all of those and don't completely fuck myself over by just replacing one language with another. Although it'd be harder to lose my Spanish now that I'm actually using it regularly. Fluent in four languages. What the fuck. Conversant in, um. Three others. Yeah, fear my linguistic might.

And at this point I really, really... need to get organized, partly, because I can't remember what I was going to say. There's probably a lot of things I could do but until Old Hotness becomes a more definite thing, probably best just to concentrate on knitting and writing. I need to finish the stupid armwarmers and get those off needles, and I need to do the red earflaps and then that'll be entirely finished. And then I can start filling my hope chest. Because for all that I'm woman who embodies all kinds of non-traditionally-womanly virtues like suitably timed aggressiveness, strength of purpose, sense of self and independence and saying 'fuck' a lot, I am filling a fucking hope chest. Because it's a hilariawesome idea. And useful.

And tomorrow there will be bank stuff, and all the house stuff is collected in one binder so I have that already done and don't have to worry about it. And I think that's it for outside-my-routine obligations for the rest of the week. Apart from, you know, work stuff. Which happens.

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( Deutsch )

So, not only did I finally get the goddamn hat off needles (in possibly the most awkward, clumsy, and unworkable way ever I really need to learn how to finish hats) but I also finished the stupid Sherlock fic that's been sitting petulantly in my to-do list for a few weeks now. At least ever since A Scandal in Belgravia aired. Take that, scatterbrainedness! And yes, my rings were exactly where I left them when I thought I'd lost them somewhere and was now cursed like a ravenless Tower. Seriously, these rings do not leave my fingers except when I'm either handling fiber (in which case they go into my pocket) or playing guitar (when they go into my skull or onto my amplifier). Only I didn't have them for two days and I know I've been scatterbrained lately and suddenly it was a world-ending disaster and a bad omen and I was doomed for all time in a big James Earl Jones voice. No, a Don LaFontaine voice.

Then I got home and they were in my skull, so I beat the brainweasels off with a baseball bat and went and restored faith in my competence on the guitar by picking out some more Pink Floyd. And scribbling all over the tabs because that's what you do when they're wrong.

Oof. Let's see how much of my to-do list I can knock off tonight. I'm not feeling quite at my most coherent.

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( 日本語 )

And then just like that, like a puppet with her strings cut, suddenly I'm exhausted.

I don't mind so much. It's been a productive day! One story finally finished, edited, smoothed out and posted, and another story finished and posted actually on time, for once. And then in the interests of vaguely keeping to a schedule as far as the whole self-publishing thing goes I worked some on my outline for Triumvirate.

It's funny; I don't write sci-fi very easily or by preference. I'm more than happy to read it, and I should do more of reading it (anyone have any good sci-fi books to recommend?) since I'm planning on at least sort of writing it pretty soon, but I don't write it very easily. Maybe that's because it's been a while since I've actually read any amount of it, and what I've consistently read a lot of is urban fantasy and mystery, with fantasy a close second. Or maybe it's the sheer amount of research involved. I have books on my Skull (as opposed to the skull I keep my rings in, this is Bob the Skull) like Bioinformatics for Dummies, even for me and even for dummies that's rough reading. I picked up that and some other books for purposes of Sci-Fi Big Bang.

I feel like I should write more, but I have no idea where to start, and I don't want to write more sprawling epics. And no, this isn't in the sense of I feel I should write more because I want to be a This kind of writer, just that I feel like there are stories in my head that are science fiction and I can't tell them right now. Do you know how irritating that is? (I'm sure a lot of you do.)

And no, no one should feel they have to write a certain kind of story because they want to be a certain kind of writer. They should feel they have to write a story because that's the story that's in there kicking at the brainpan to get out. Otherwise we'd have a lot of very miserable writers, and no one wants that. Not for that easily fixable reason anyway.

Tomorrow, oof, I still have so many things I want to get done this week. Tomorrow, I guess, will be outlining and finishing up that process in Black Ice so that that is done. It's almost finished anyway. And then some more padding out on Triumvirate to get at least to the middle section, and Long Road in the evening, assuming work is as not-busy as it was today. If not, then just the outlining that I can get done during the day and working on Long Road for a couple hours tonight, with breaks for outlining. I don't think I have any more fanfic to do, but I should poke the NYR prompts spreadsheet anyway.