kittydesade | Aug. 20th, 2013

( Gaeilge )

Still needing way more sleep than I'm happy with, but at least today is better. The boy is home, we went out for dinner last night and had good italian food and I got mousse. Mmmm mousse. And finished the Tetsuo costume completely, with the addition of tackbacks and hook and bars on the cloak. So there's that. Can't be bothered with the arm this year, which is to say that I completely forgot I was building it until a couple weeks ago. Still, it wasn't meant to be a high-maintenance costume in the first place, so maybe that's for the best.

Dragh. And the house is all over laundry and crap again. Admittedly this is at least partly because the boy came home and neither of us had the energy to put it away last night. Maybe I can get him to do some of that picking up today, since he doesn't have to go back to work till tomorrow night. And the bathroom and office are still mostly clean. Bed's got clean sheets on it. But still dyaugh. Though, really, this place would probably be neater if I'd had any energy to finish the picking up over the weekend. Fucking illnesses.

Today! Finish up Gods and Monsters this week, which is only tidy up the conclusion of the last scene and add on the coda, and start next week's. Dear god, it might even happen. Tonight, finish up Huntress costume with the cloak and the hems and maybe start compiling Black Ice into things. Also, caps for the blog. And that ought to be enough to be going on with; if I finish that I can do some knitting or read over the other two things I mean to attempt to publish as e-novellas. Or something. Augh. What is this madness. This is not Sparta. I am lost.

AUGH WHAT NO WHAT BAD NO NOOOooooooooo... :(

( Russsssssian )

So, okay, that didn't quite work out as planned, on account of most of the afternoon was spent trying to do work and not throw up. But tonight there can be hand sewing and writing Gods and Monsters for next week. And in the meantime I can spend the rest of the afternoon editing stories to, help, put up for sale for 99 cents or so. Maybe 1.99, considering. .99 for 5000 words, 1.99 for 10,000. That seems about right, yes? Ulp. And then if things can get bundled together, periodically releasing anthologies of the short stories. I can't believe I'm even doing this. I need to revamp my fiction section, too, for various and sundry stuff. I think I'll start that, though, after I figure out how this whole Lulu thing works.

And in the meantime I'm going on fun other adventures, like Dragon*Con, and figuring out how to knit cables, and indigo dyeing. And after knitting cables there will be Fair Isle knitting, or at least stranded colorwork, and all kinds of other projects. So many projects do I have, you people! And I'm starting to, thinking of it all, have that feeling of what the hell why am I juggling all this shit how is this even possible. Bit by bit, self. Calm down.

And, you know, make a schedule. I think I need to do scheduling. I think I also need to do batch cooking again, only this weekend it needs to be batch cooking of the kind that can freeze easily, because we can just stick it in the deep freeze and have it there when I recover from Dragon*Con. Quesadillas and things, maybe. Spaghetti sauce. Actually, that sounds like an excellent plan. Note to self: Tell the boy to get more chicken for freezer meat for quesadillas. And. Okay, yes. I can do this. No sweat. Just one task after another.

(Am I starting to panic yet? No, but I am starting to come apart at the organization.)

And for all those of you who get by with a little help from your girlfriends, here's one woman's essay celebrating the ladies in her life. Warning: It does involve child illness/death/impending death, too, so keep that in mind.