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May. 14th, 2015 01:43 pmUgh. I just did a projected budget for the next couple of months so I have some idea what I'm doing for the rest of my birthday month and now I feel poor and terrible at managing money again. And this time it's entirely because I don't have as much luxury/padding/spending money as I want. Considering I'm still stomping down my credit card balance to zero (some people are blither spirits than I about carrying a balance on their card, it gives me anxieties) and will be for quite some time, this is actually not fucking bad. You are doing fine, self. Murder the damn weasels.
(And then I got entirely distracted on tumblr by a candle that smells like Chris Evans and Richard Armitage and I have no idea who else. Firstly, I'm really curious if this is true and secondly Yankee Candle actually tagged in on the thread. Now Chris Evans and/or Richard Armitage needs to find it.)
I'm using Scrivener for something other than formatting things for publication! Stop the presses! Seriously, I'd gotten as far as printing out my outline so I could cut up all the scenes and re-paste them onto something and then I stopped and realized that's what someone had made Scrivener for. So, the hell with this. I did figure out my beat points and how long it should take me to intro people, so there's that. Tonight seems to be all White Lightning work all the time. Mostly involving restructuring the outline so I can go through the actual text and re-structure that. Which means I guess in the meantime I go through and write in the other stories?
I'm still not sure what to do about Alex's story. I worry all the time about hurting trans* people. Should I focus on her transition? Should I not focus on her transition? Should I make it a big issue in the story? Should I just have it be a story about Alex and let it be relevant at some point? But won't that sound forced? Should I Dumbledore Alex? Fucking argh. And when I remind myself that this is the internet and there are people who would have opinions of personalness on this matter who I could probably ask, I freak out about hurting them by asking.
No other story is giving me this kind of trouble, I fucking swear. In all likelihood I will quietly ask people if I can ask them a question about a story I'm writing about a trans protagonist and try not to hurt anyone, but argh. In more than all likelihood I will save this story for last, because argh. I have anxiousness.
In the meantime I get to write about a fictional version of Bikers Against Child Abuse (sound warning on that site, no one told them autoplaying sound files are out), which on the one hand yay because bikers being awesome, and on the other hand child abuse.
At some point I'm going to just sit down and make a list of all the projects I'm working on so I can stare and feel overwhelmed. I'll do that right now!
That was a bad idea.
I'm going to go curl up under my bed and hide from my obligations now.
(Wednesday Note-taking that I didn't get to yesterday: Last week's word count was 8,241, I'm adding mountain climbers and palm strikes to my workout at the very least and moving my yoga to evenings because apparently 15 minutes of stretches wasn't enough. Go figure. On the other hand I am doing pretty well at it all so far. I have no idea what's next in terms of house stuff, I need to deal with the garden. We need to finish scraping the walls of crappy paint. Ugh. Ugh ugh ugh.
(And then I got entirely distracted on tumblr by a candle that smells like Chris Evans and Richard Armitage and I have no idea who else. Firstly, I'm really curious if this is true and secondly Yankee Candle actually tagged in on the thread. Now Chris Evans and/or Richard Armitage needs to find it.)
I'm using Scrivener for something other than formatting things for publication! Stop the presses! Seriously, I'd gotten as far as printing out my outline so I could cut up all the scenes and re-paste them onto something and then I stopped and realized that's what someone had made Scrivener for. So, the hell with this. I did figure out my beat points and how long it should take me to intro people, so there's that. Tonight seems to be all White Lightning work all the time. Mostly involving restructuring the outline so I can go through the actual text and re-structure that. Which means I guess in the meantime I go through and write in the other stories?
I'm still not sure what to do about Alex's story. I worry all the time about hurting trans* people. Should I focus on her transition? Should I not focus on her transition? Should I make it a big issue in the story? Should I just have it be a story about Alex and let it be relevant at some point? But won't that sound forced? Should I Dumbledore Alex? Fucking argh. And when I remind myself that this is the internet and there are people who would have opinions of personalness on this matter who I could probably ask, I freak out about hurting them by asking.
No other story is giving me this kind of trouble, I fucking swear. In all likelihood I will quietly ask people if I can ask them a question about a story I'm writing about a trans protagonist and try not to hurt anyone, but argh. In more than all likelihood I will save this story for last, because argh. I have anxiousness.
In the meantime I get to write about a fictional version of Bikers Against Child Abuse (sound warning on that site, no one told them autoplaying sound files are out), which on the one hand yay because bikers being awesome, and on the other hand child abuse.
At some point I'm going to just sit down and make a list of all the projects I'm working on so I can stare and feel overwhelmed. I'll do that right now!
That was a bad idea.
I'm going to go curl up under my bed and hide from my obligations now.
(Wednesday Note-taking that I didn't get to yesterday: Last week's word count was 8,241, I'm adding mountain climbers and palm strikes to my workout at the very least and moving my yoga to evenings because apparently 15 minutes of stretches wasn't enough. Go figure. On the other hand I am doing pretty well at it all so far. I have no idea what's next in terms of house stuff, I need to deal with the garden. We need to finish scraping the walls of crappy paint. Ugh. Ugh ugh ugh.