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Referring to future time
There are two ways of referring to future events: the future progressive and the simple future tense.

The future progressive of a verb is formed by using the verbal noun with beidh (will be). It refers to an event in progress in the future. The Irish sentences below and their English translations correspond closely in both form and use:

Beidh mé ag obair amárach. I'll be working tomorrow.
Beidh tú ag bualadh leo. You'll be meeting them.
Beidh mé ag scríobh chuige. I'll be writing to him.
An mbeidh tú ag teacht ar ais? Will you be coming back?
Beidh muid ag éirí ar a hocht. We'll be getting up at eight.

Remember that the verbal noun doesn't always correspond closely to the verb, as in the case of ag teacht (coming) (tagann - comes). Some verbal nouns have no corresponding verbs, for instance:

Beidh mé ag caint leat arís. I'll be talking to you again.

The simple future just states that something will happen, without any indication of whether it is momentary or lengthy. It has special endings - -f(a)idh for Type 1, -(e)oidh for Type 2 - which are attached directly to the verb.

Ní oibreoidh sé. It won't work.
Buailfidh mé leat ar a hocht. I'll meet you at eight.
Scríobhfaidh mé chugat. I'll write to you.
Tiocfaidh mé ar ais. I'll come bac.
Éireoidh muid ar a hocht. We'll get up at eight.


No Russian yesterday, too much random nausea and feeling faintish about the brainpan. Not much of anything yesterday, though there was a fair chunk of edits and drafting of Gods and Monsters. Shit keeps going sideways of my outline. It irks me. It's irksome. I do have ideas for Kink Bingo at least. And maybe I'll get some of that written today or through the weekend.

And I have lost another half a pound or so somewhere! I seem to be in one of those downward slides that will probably end another pound or two later and result in me yoyoing around whatever point I settle at. That seems to be the sequence of events, drop three to five pounds, yoyo around that point, drop another two or three. Which is... weird. I mean, I can live with it, at least I know what's going on, but it's weird. I don't think I've been changing my diet any? I mean, I have cereal for breakfast, nibble on nuts or dark chocolate through the day, have some decent amount of something (usually a sandwich, I think) for lunch, and then whatever the fuck I want for dinner because dinner, healthy, good big meal. Maybe it really is the muscles I've been attempting to build? I hear those chew through food more than just losing weight by eating less and not adding muscle mass. (I like muscle mass. It makes me look all solid and toned and helps me impress people by enabling me to lift heavy things. Yes, I'm shallow.)

Anyway. I still have no idea what the boy's talking about, or, well, what he was talking about. Because he started talking about keys and coins, and all I could think of were the Coins of Zakynthos and the Grimm knights' keys. Because this is what watching and analyzing Grimm has done to me. I guess the alternative would be pirate Aztec coins and the key to Davy Jones' chest? Which I actually did have on my key ring for a bit! He's still on the phone. I want to know what the fuck was with the coins and the keys. Argh.

Today's intent: morning, sorting through Gods and Monsters and making a miniboard for that, outlined for each of the cases now that I've lost track of who knows what. I think. I trust my backbrain about most of the way to keep track of it, but I'd like to be sure. Afternoon: doing another chunk of Blood in the Gutters editing. Between all that if time permits there will be some handsewing on my Huntress costume, which would have been finished except apparently I can't lay out fabric in a straight line, and writing of Kink Bingo. Which may or may not turn out porny. I'm really not sure yet. I am, however, amused by the GUY in the scene being the virgin.

ETA: He's finally off the phone. Apparently I was RIGHT about the Grimm thing, which .... I did not expect that. Or is the phrase 'well, that was unexpected.' Anyway, so apparently soon (for a relative and very 80s value of soon) I will be the proud owner of my very own Grimm knight key and a Coin of Zakynthos. I promise not to turn into Gollum. Or a Ringwraith.