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[kittydesade]

Change these definite statements into statements of probability.
Mar shampla: Tiocfaidh sí amárach. -- Is dóigh liom go dtiocfaidh sí amárach.
Tá an ceart agat. -- Is dóigh liom go ceart agat.
Beidh sé ann. -- Is dóigh liom go mbeidh sé ann.
Ní beidh Síle in ann teacht. -- Ní dóigh liom go mbeidh Síle in ann teacht.
Chuaigh sí go Nua Eabhrac an mhí seo caite. -- Is dóigh liom go chuaigh sí go Nua Eabhrac an mhí seo caite.

Buailfidh mé leat ag am lóin... más maith leat.
Ná déan é... más feidir.
Tabhair do Pheadar é... má fheiceann tú é.
Déanfaidh mé é sin duit... má tá tú tinn.
Déanfaidh mé é sin duit... má bhíonn tú ró-ghnóthach.
Téigh abhaile... má tá tú tinn.
Téigh abhaile... má tá tuirse ort.
Fan sa leaba... má tá tú tinn.
Fan sa leaba... má tá tuirse ort.


Got chicken and two kinds of beans made last night, plus extra cheese sauce from the mac and cheese, and if I find a bag of baby carrots today that ought to be enough. Either that or the green beans I have can go in the rest of the dip? Dunno. Maybe I can go up to the market and find some celery and wash and bag that. Anyway, that ought to be good to keep me for the rest of the weekend.

Stripped most of the edits out of Black Ice yesterday. Or, well, okay, I got about halfway done? Done with most of the smaller things, and I have to finish one larger story and then the main novella and then it'll be ready for formatting and publication. Which is a terrifying thought. Well, e-publication, formatting for print is much harder, but but but book! Even if just the ebook, coming out at the end of Dragon*Con! I will celebrate by getting good and drunk and trying not to think about it. Seriously, the process is terrifying enough and thinking about having this thing out there made me sick to my stomach yesterday. Not that it stopped me from doing things about it. I've somehow over the last several years managed to train myself apparently that well, where the nerves don't stop me from doing things. So that's good? Still terrifying.

I also put up my dress form last night! I love this dress form so much I cannot even tell you guys oh my god. How the hell did I ever do anything before I got one of these. I have to finish putting stuff up on it and pinning it eventually, but that's not much of a bother. You guys, this is the shit. It's an adjustable one so I can adjust it to my measurements, I was good and smart and didn't get the one that I would have to adjust to its largest setting; this one is one that goes up and down around my measurements. And sure, it doesn't adjust too much down, but I think I've come to terms with the fact that my torso isn't going to get much narrower. The waist is the only part of me that's likely to, and the dress form goes down to 29, which is about as small a waist as I'm ever likely to get barring a corset. And ow. In short, DRESS FORM. OF AWESOME. She needs a name. Something suitable, like Anne or Catherine or Marie.

Today's things: finish up Gods and Monsters and post that. I have a few bracket notes to fill in, but other than that. And then draft the next one. Stripping edits from Black Ice, and fucking around with Scrivener, GoodReads, Smashwords. Not panicking. I can do that, right? The not panicking part? Of course right.