kittydesade | Apr. 12th, 2013

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So, yes. No Russian or German yesterday because the second I said "Oh, I think it'll be a quiet day" just about everything that could have piled on did pile on and I ended up sitting in my computer chair in a soggy heap for the last hour or so of the day. Ow.

On the plus side, writing went along smoothly, even if it still wasn't quite what I expected or intended. And right now I have no idea if I'm making good groundwork to establish characters or if I'm just drawing this out longer than it needs to be. I think the former, since a lot of these people do a lot of questionable things and have a lot of issues and this at least makes it clear that they do care and do mean well, etc. I also managed to pick up another project. I swear, if it turns out that I can do this full time, I really will be putting 40 hour or more weeks and earning my whatever. Because oi. Right now let's take a tally of the projects I'm working on.

1. White Lightning Draft
2. Black Ice edits
3. Serial writing
4. Sandborn edits (soonish)
5. The occasional short story for submission.

Three of these, usually, on any given day, but still yeesh. At this rate it looks like I might turn into Seanan McGuire.

My weeping cherry is turned out to be a mutant. It's actually a hybrid of cherry and apple by the look of it, I'll post pictures at some point but for the moment there's a serious element of WTF that's an apple tree growing out of my cherry tree. I don't get it. I really don't. But all the flowers on my amaryllis have popped out, and my other amayrllis is pregnant. I'm calling it Astrid because parthenogenesis. Um. Plants seem to be going along well, if I can remind the boy that keeping the patio door closed is good because the cats like to chew on the plants. And hopefully this afternoon we can turn the soil on the bed, then fill it with mulch, and transplant tomorrow! WOOT. FOOD FROM THE GROUND. Whaaat. I like having a garden.

Also need to clean the house this weekend during my usual blogging time. It's not that messy but it could use some tidying, and then I can unpack some more stuff and mess it all up again. Yay!

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One of these days I will stop freaking out when people with little blue check-marks next to their names tweet me back. Or even people without them who I find awesome and on some bizarre higher plane than me. Today is not that day. As always, tomorrow's not looking good for it either.

I should have done a statement of intent this morning, but as it turns out there is a high chance of no time to sit down and write, so today during the day is for the short story submission and for the serial thing I'm working on. That seriously needs an overall title and some kind of titling theme. And not more late-in-the-run things, and endings. Because that's all that was coming in yesterday, late-in-the-run things and endings, brain, shape the fuck up and work on what you're supposed to.

I seriously don't even know what I'm doing anymore. My focus today is shot. Not sure why.

Right. Those two things during the day, and when I get home first turning up the soil in the raised beds and then dinner, which should be easy, it's just stir fry, and then White Lightning for a while. At least it's Friday. I like a Friday. And no Grimm tonight means reposting on Twitter the link to the episode, whatever it turns out to be (I think I know what it is, that Mia episode) and then fucking around with domestic stuff and other writing projects all over the weekend. Yeah, I can do this. I swear.

Some days I wonder about my ability to schedule myself on projects and things, and how the fuck I keep this many balls in the air at any given time. I really wonder.