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Not entirely sure what the fuck's going on in my life but I'm rather pleased with the results? But it's still boggling. More attention from published or produced writers, more of the universe hammering into my head that writing is a thing that is going to happen as long as I put the work into it, apparently ... something. I don't know. I'm just going to keep doing what I've been doing and try not to be rocked too much by things, I guess. Get my hopes up too high or let my fears get too loud, either one.

Anyway. The rewrite seems to be coming along, at least, so I'll try working on both that and Subversive mummies today in the Subversive mummies timeslot and we'll see what happens. I need to get the death of Wednesday up and out and do my languages because yesterday there was just too much going on and I was too exhausted to do much of anything. Did get one promised readover done. Not sure what else didn't get done yesterday that needs to get pushed off to today, but looking at things it shouldn't be too hard to catch up.

So, today's statement of intent Subversive Mummies and the Syd/Julien thing. Which still needs a title. Today's Russian words: пройти, ребята in context, and go over the day before's mistakes. This time with the right pronouns. German will hopefully get started back up again. Um. I need to rearrange my schedule too, I forgot about having PoI from Thurs to next Wed. That shouldn't be too hard.

I... really when did this start becoming a thing, where I write and people who have published writing credits and have had things produced for fucking television pay attention? Seriously. I blame my ancestors. Things started getting a bit wacky around the Solstice last year and, well, everyone knows that's when the calendar turned over. The great calendar. So I blame my ancestors. Now someone fetch me a Tardis so I can go back in time and slap the shit out of them.

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Well, the good news is, I don't have much to do today but filing. The bad news is, there's a huge fucking stack of filing. The good/bad news is I have a huge stack of writing yet to do, most of it that I should have done this morning but didn't because I was doing day jobligations? Which, you know, do have to be fulfilled.

So, apparently one of the writers from Angel is following me on Twitter now. So now can I have head explodie over how much my life has turned to WRITING WRITING DO ALL THE WRITING yet? I have no idea when this happened. I have no idea when suddenly writers who have their work actually out there where people can see/hear/read it became interes... no, actually, I had this same freakout when Shannon Butcher started following me. I just got over that sooner because it wasn't a steady string of industry people, it was just her. And she's still following me. So what the fuck. Just, in general what the fuck. No pressure to pull off this self-pub thing, right? Of course right.

(Come on, Jag, dumber/worse/other people than you do this all the time. 50 Shades of Gray got freaking published. Everything's written and half of it's edited. Come on.)

No pressure.

I'm sure one day I'll have something to talk about besides writing. I have all of Sunday afternoon free? Possibly to do cleaning and cooking, I do want to try the damn meat pies I've had the dry ingredients sitting in the fridge for a week now, and I also want to make another batch of sugar cookie dough so I have that sitting around at all times. Seriously, I think I want to keep sugar cookie dough and frosting around at all times just in case. I just need to find a better way of storing it than in a bowl. Or, well, dig out the tupperware. It's supposed to be staying in the 50s up to the 60s for the next 5-10 days, so that's good. And my amaryllis is slowly peeking up, though I bet the cold snap didn't encourage it anyway. So, see. There's stuff going on in my life that isn't writing related.

Now if you'll excuse me, I'll be going and finding that bunker under the bunker now.

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