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Fucking goddamn Sorcerers.

And see, this is why I do rewatch things. 'cause then I notice things. Like how Gold was pointing a gun at someone. Or how I'm pretty sure half the pictures on the wall behind him where he stands are of either his old village or other people's old villages. Or how Gold's limp makes no sense, although that I kind of expected. Actually what it reminds me of is weakness in the leg, in the muscles controlling the knee and so on. Sometimes he holds it stiff because that's the only way he can manage to swing it over things. Like tree branches. And sometimes he just sort of lurches on it because he can't put too much weight on it without it buckling under him. Anyway. Things like that. Like noticing how Rumplestiltskin is spinning on a wheel that we sell in the store and giggling like a madwoman because I know that wheel. (Of course, and then I dig up fan art and they've got him all wrong at the wheel but, well. Spinning wheels aren't exactly common knowledge I suppose.)

Of course, rewatching piles of Robert Carlyle apparently leads to dreams about Rush. Although how it led to a dream about a character from a TV show I've never actually seen I don't know, but I've seen clips of him in that travesty. Also, River innabox was in it. I have no idea but suddenly I'm rather amused by the idea of Rush poking at River nekkid innabox and then Mal threatening to shoot him between the eyes. Rush is, as I understand it, kind of a dick.

Okay, something that doesn't involve Robert Carlyle. Didn't get as much writing done over the weekend as I wanted to but I did get some done, started on the Rumple courting his lady fic and the Plunkett and Macleane sequel and did get a chunk of Long Road pounded out. I am now at the point where almost all my projects on needles are hope chest projects! Which is only a little bit silly. I did some actual resting, too, which was much, much needed and I feel much more energized. I really, really would like to not start off the weekend with my tank that low, though. Please. Is there some way I can get to a point where I'm not constantly catching up only to get piled on with a bunch of things I need to do and collapse at the end of the week again? I'd love that.

Right. One thing after another, setting them up, knocking them down, etc. I have things to do on my organization list and thigns to strike off and things to add, so let's get to it. And for extra badass points, wearing all the guitar picks ever.

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HALP HALP IT'S A HEFFALUMP. And by Heffalump I mean it's a bank appointment tomorrow with the third and hopefully final bank to talk about loans, pre-approvals, things, stuff, blargh. The first bank was toooooo slow. The second bank was tooooo fast. The third bank hopefully was just right? It's Goldilocks and the Three Banks! And you can tell how nervy I am about this by how utterly cracktastic that whole paragraph was. Fear my hyperactive nervousness.

At least I'm getting stuff done. Slowly but surely. Getting stuff done, I have a to-do list and I'm working on that. Slowly pounding stuff out, but getting more and more used to actually separating the work like it's supposed to be separated, which is a little more productive. I'm getting my spreadsheet tools and some essays up, slowly but surely. Hopefully I can have that done by the end of the week so I have a resources post. Black Ice seems to keep churning out ideas pretty quick, too, which amuses me.

And, you know. All of this is probably pretty good because it gives me things to do for All The Sorcery Monday. Because Skin Deep is going to, unless I'm much mistaken, rip me and my watching partner down one side and up the other. And then we're going to hide behind Robert Carlyle in a red thong.

Anyway, things are happening. Things are happening very fast. But I think I'm juggling all of the things with a fair amount of success. I just hope I can keep juggling till I can set some of this crap down.

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And now I know I need never, ever, ever read Cassandra Clare. Unless she develops a style that I'm more inclined to enjoy. Goddamn. I read the excerpt and twitched away automatically. It's a very, very rare occurrence that I'll go out of my way to read something quite that purple. Usually these days it involves authors named Jacqueline Carey, and I haven't quite figured out why.

... wait, she's a Clarion Workshop Teacher?? There went all my enthusiasm for going to that Clarion thing, right out the window. Perfect swandive down to the pavement and an inevitably messy death at a stock angle, with the requisite noir rain streaming down in a ragged circle around the vague body of my hopes and no, not really. I'd heard of Clarion and I'd heard it was good but, um. No. I refuse to take lessons from Cassandra Clare.

Anyway. This is supposed to be my writing meditation, not my writing ranting.

Long Road still feels far too internal, although I might just need to be a little more vivid and varied in my descriptions (which is a later problem) and next chapter I deal with them and the outside world anyway, which should solve a lot of my initial problems. So, we'll work that one out and see where it lands me. Triumvirate I'm having to juggle far too many guns, but I think I can manage to organize it maybe in list form so that I have them all lined up and ready to fire at the right time. I think.

The rest of it is coming along fabulously. Black Ice needs to stop writing itself when I'm not looking and/or when I don't need to write that part of it. But all of my fanfics are coming along too! Specifically J3 and the utter pile of everything Robert Carlyle related. But I don't have an obsession. Not at all. I swear.