kittydesade: A cup of tea sits on an open book with perhaps some poetry written in it and singing around the edges (books and cleverness)
So, last night I go to swab Cassius and he was hissing at Barton, which I'm not sure what to make of that. Any time Barton came close to Cassius on the perch he was hissed or yowled at. My hindbrain is screeching rabies this is a sign of rabies unnatural behavior unnatural behavior but Cassius would also let me pet him and snuggle him and kiss his forehead and doctor his foot with no problem, although he didn't want to eat the treats (I think he did later). So... pfff. But he did eat with an appetite this morning. I'm not sure, maybe they had a fight? (Since it happened on Valentine's Day Anna decided it was a lover's quarrel.) They've always been cozy and bumped heads and nuzzled, though. It makes me a bit worried. But Cassius remains friendly and free of other symptoms, and I'm not entirely even sure it is a bite and not just a really bad gouge or abrasion, so my hindbrain can just shut up.

I have solved the mystery of the weirdass oranges the boy got me, which were too light colored for blood oranges and did not taste like grapefruit in an orange shell. Turns out they're Cara Cara oranges, which are hardy and nutritious and tasty. And container growable, and hardy to zone 8 which, oranges, what? I'm sorely tempted to get a plant and try growing it. They're pink. It's very weird. But they taste very good.

Last night's lecture turned out to be more of a lecture plus singing, which is fine it was on the murder death love ballads so we got some good singing. I took notes that were mostly names and keywords, but I also learned that the two sisters song I've always had a weird fascination for dates back to the Viking invasions of England. There's no reason I should be surprised by that, but I kind of was.

Despite complaining that I had no idea how to get between the major beats of the short story I'm working on I somehow accidentally a foreshadowing and provided myself with what might be enough material to get between the major beats and tie it all in to the characters' first appearance in a novel already draft. So. Go me? As per usual I'm trying to get this all written and sorted or at least all of the ticky boxes on my Habitica checked off except maybe evening stretches, before I go to capoeira. Which I will be surprised if I get through that and manage to stay awake long enough to stuff food in my gob before I pass out. I've been really tired at least since Friday. I'm not sure if it's insufficient recovery time or spell backlash from Sunday or all the cleaning I did Sunday or the political stress or IDEK there are so many stressors. How do I choose some. This weekend I am once again curling up in my damn house and not leaving it (aside from capoeira) and reading and sleeping. A lot. Outside world be damned.

I have little else oh. I did read all three of Stephen Blackmoore's Eric Carter books last weekend, and by last weekend I mean mostly last Saturday. Because yes they are that good to keep my attention and have me shrieking at them for an entire day. Highly recommend. And now I'm on Delilah Devlin's urban fantasy Shattered Souls which is not bad so far. I'm on a mission for 100 books mainly from my backlog this year. So far so good!
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I did finally get my prescriptions. Both of them, the birth control (no problem, I just had to poke the doc for a refill over the website) and the Qvar which required insurance shenanigans. The Qvar is 70 for two months, which is still irritating and more than $7/month or /inhaler which would be more reasonable, but is also still within the realm of I can do this. I'll just grumble about it as part of my grumbling about the generally ridiculous nature of US health care.

Did manage to get an astounding lot of stuff done last night, including chicken cut and languages entirely done for the first time in a good long time, gave myself a nice home manicure after I got the chicken cut. Copied over some physics notes.

Discovered I had about 80 pages of notes to copy. Holy shit. I didn't realize I'd been that long at it.

Also discovered that I didn't actually have a central antagonist or conflict, although a Twitter conversation seems to have shaken me out of it. Or at least given me a direction, I'm not entirely sure how it'll manifest yet. That part's easier, though. Follow the character actions and decisions, keep the conflict in mind and keep steering them to their side of it, etc. Choices and consequences.

Capoeira tonight, and the hope that I get all my writing and some of the edits on Sandborn done before then. Which I should be able to do, it's relatively quiet here. I also need to, and I have no idea how to, get over the nervousness of having a book so close to ready to be published that I can just do the damn edits on it already. Which I think was half my problem with Sandborn. (The other half was tooth pain and back pain and ugh.) And after capoeira, copying over more physics notes will be nice and restful.

There should be Wednesday Reads but it won't be a very extensive post. I read the Nadia Tesla series (The Boy From Reactor 4, The Boy Who Stole From The Dead, The Boy Who Glowed In The Dark) and enjoyed it quite much even if it did leave me in kind of a weird familiar/past headspace. Orest Stelmach is the author. Lots of Bratva and Russian government and Russian-Ukranian tension/discussion/etc and some northern Russia native populations and. Gulags! Religion. And radiation. Which one might expect given the title of the first book. They're mystery thrillers, for the genre. Definitely recommend, though.

And then I'm now reading a book on Blackwater, which is predictably horrifying, and haven't yet decided what fiction I'm going to pick up next.
kittydesade: A stack of old, slightly tattered cloth-bound hardbacks next to a porcelain cup of tea on a saucer (quiet day of reading)
Well, that was one of the dumber things I've done in a while. Capoeira today was Groot has become lamed by his own ridiculousness, which is to say he broke his foot trying to get logging done (as he's in the middle of a bunch of work projects, and his work is metal sculpture as tall as he is, and there's a REASON I call him Groot), I was inexplicably dizzy and I still have not accounted for it and I am SO CRANKY that I'm still having to be this careful. And then there was Puck, who was actually healthy but said I looked like he felt last night so, um. And then there was a new guy. So we only did movement exercises for about forty five minutes, so I figured eh it's just forty five, I'll take it easy, I'll be FINE.

If any of you are ever in my vicinity, physically, when I'm at a capoeira practice or doing exercise, and I tell you I'll take it easy? Do me a favor and sit on my legs until I agree to take a couple pre-emptive puffs on my inhaler.

So, you can guess what happened. Full on coughing wheezing coughing up goop because when I wheeze hard enough my body mistakes it for dry heaves asthma attack. So, yes. That was one of the dumber things I've done in a while. Four inhaler puffs and end of class later I'm fine again. Except for the vertigo, which, what the fuck, and also ARRRGH.

ANYWAY. So I guess this is a combination Wednesday Reads/bitch about my malfunctioning body post.

[personal profile] lizcommotion kindly reminded me that Manners and Mutiny, the last of the Finishing School series was out, so I grabbed and devoured that. And now I have to go back and read her read on it. I'm... something. I'm not sure if it's been so long since I've read the rest that the enthusiasm doesn't have the first churn through the series momentum, or if it really was as disjointed in some aspects as it seemed? I'm trying to figure out how to describe what nagged at me, but I'm not sure how to except, the transitions between major scenes seemed either too long or too jarring in tone. Despite that, though, I did enjoy it quite a bit.

And then, having found my missing book I sorted out all the Phrynes, and read through 3-5 in short order. (Murder on the Ballarat Train, Death at Victoria Dock, The Green Mill Murder). They're murder mysteries, so obviously they're samey samey in the way of genre series with strict convention, I add this caveat mostly because in the last couple years I ran into a friend who *gasp, clutch pearls* doesn't like police procedurals. Look, I watched Criminal Minds up through season five? six? Whenever the bizarre Irish Mafia plotline started getting going, so I LOVE procedurals. So in our conversations about television I ended up saying a lot, well, I liked this, but probably BECAUSE it was a procedural so you probably wouldn't. So here I say, it is a murder mystery, with all of the prerequisites of murder mysteries checked off, and that tends to be a very identical checklist from book to book.

That said, I do like Kerry Greenwood's style of writing, the books are different from the TV show but I like them almost as much. (Look, I'm a sucker for the Nathan Page-Essie Davis chemistry, that's pretty much the big thing in the TV show's favor.) I did, coming to it from the TV show, have one moment of realization of holy shit these books are way darker and several people are way more hateful than they were in the show. Like, there's unexpected incest and a whole plot that was mostly about a family misunderstanding each other in the TV show turns out to be an evil mother trying to play her sons against each other so she inherits everything holy shit. Wow. But again, not detracting from the enjoyment! Just a surprise.

Um. What else. I am further into Karen Memory than a couple of pages! And while Elizabeth Bear's dialect for the book is incredibly strong (was Blood and Iron like this? I didn't get very far into it because the Kindle formatting for it at the time SUCKED and was very hard to read) I'm finding it kind of intriguing. There are a few phrases here and there that, I don't know if it's the narrating character's attitude that throws me out or the turn of phrase or both. It's not as relaxing rest sit back and devour as, say, a Phryne mystery, but it's fun. I'm enjoying it, I'm looking forward to reading the whole thing. If it helps, so far it reminds me of a lighthearted steampunk Deadwood. Yes, I just said a lighthearted Deadwood.

Oh, and I read Saga vol 5, which I think is the most recent volume so I think I'm current on that. Still enjoying it! Rather cranky about one character death, though. I liked her, dammit. ... actually that volume made me cranky in a couple of BUT YOU WERE DOING SO WELL/I LIKED HER DAMMIT ways. Still going to keep reading though, still enjoying.

I may, however, have to give up on Trailer Park Fae. The whole thing is ornate as hell without having any kind of underlying structure to support the ornateness, not in terms of overall plot so much as in terms of meat on the bones of each scene. Or maybe I mean tendons. There's actions, and there's ornate words to describe it, but it's hard to find the connection between the two. Plus I find myself just entirely apathetic about everyone and everything that's going on in it, which, usually urban fantasy is my thing. This, not so much. I may go back and finish it later, but right now I'm glad I only paid 2$ for this.

In the meantime I have a bunch of Trigun to read, Karen Memory to finish. and then either more Kerry Greenwood to get or other people's Wednesday Reads lists to peruse to look for recs. Either one. Oh, and I'm looking at reading Borderline and Company Town next, anyone have anything to say about those?
kittydesade: A stack of old, slightly tattered cloth-bound hardbacks next to a porcelain cup of tea on a saucer (quiet day of reading)
I am so, so proud of myself for not getting into a screaming fight with any of the comics writers on my twitter feed, who normally I enjoy, who are defending the stupidass decision of Marvel comics to make Captain America a big fat frikkin Nazi. I did not yell. I barely even subtweeted given that I didn't say anything more pointed than what everyone else was saying.

So, Wednesday Reads. I keep meaning to do this and it keeps not happening. What have I read in the meantime.

I managed to charge through all of Oliver Potzsch's Hangman's Daughter books published to date. I'd actually read the first one a while ago, remembered I liked it, and picked them up again and devoured them partly as a means of amusing myself while my body fucked with me. They're originally in German as I understand it, and they're historical mysteries based on his genealogical research. And being mysteries they are kind of samey samey if you're not into that kind of thing; I am, and there was enough overall development of the characters to keep me entertained too.

I started Karen Memory, not far enough into it yet to get a good impression, and read a couple chapters of Flying Too High (Kerry Greenwood, the Phryne Fisher books) before I realized I'd actually finished this before, so I need to find the next one now. I know where the fourth and fifth books are on my Kindle! Can't find the third and may need to re-upload.

Graphic Novels! I think I've worked my way through Saga as far as it's been published in trade paperback form, and while I'm not sure how much I like all of the decisions (a couple of the deaths, some of the character choices) I'm definitely sure I'm enjoying the series. Also Lying Cat is the best. I love Lying Cat. I think I want to be Lying Cat.

Bitch Planet was amazing and I need more. I don't know if there's going to be more, but I need more. I love everyone. There was capoeira, which was hilarious and unexpected and excellent. Basically it is based on exploitation/blaxsploitation? specifically? flicks, so there's some of that going on, the caricaturization and exaggeration. and yet, not exaggerated that much, which is the scary part. But as a wish fulfillment comic it was amazing.

I picked up Black Magic collected #1 and Copperhead collected #1, both of which featured no-nonsense clever and badass cop women of their own type, the first being also a witch and the second being a western planet type one. Both good! Neither of them stand out particularly much other than if you're looking for chick-centered action comics in either genre I definitely recommend them. I enjoyed them and do not regret, and will get more if/when they come out.

And. No, I actually think that's it, because I still haven't managed to get Hawkeye or Megalopolis or any of those. Bollocks. But still, there you go. Wednesday reads, things I have been enjoying. Also a lot of what I've been "reading" these days is drawing texts.
kittydesade: A cup of tea sits on an open book with perhaps some poetry written in it and singing around the edges (books and cleverness)
Wednesday Reads! Finally.

It's not nearly as exciting as the degree to which I've been putting it off makes it sound. I've come to the conclusion that Kevin Hearne, while he is an adorable man, is not as good at writing immortals as I would want him to be. Or at least at writing immortals who make what I consider smart decisions, which is not always the same thing. But the number of times I have screeched at the book because yes you had relations with the Morrigan in what realm did you think that would end well or yes in fact there are people who are trying to kill you, the [redacted description] is also, in fact, a target, are you so bad at emotions that you didn't figure this out?. And so on. But I'm picking up Hammered, which is the third book in the series, and I don't regret spending the money, so eh. That's a win for books.

Meanwhile I mainlined both Chuck Wendig's Atlanta Burns and The Hunt because she's in a way like me in that I gravitated towards the ones who didn't quite fit in. Inasmuch as you had those at my school. And also because she hits me at a point in my life where "But why can't I just punch it" is something I at least feel often, even if I don't say it because I know the answer.

And Seanan McGuire's Indexing and Reflections, which was a hell of a lot of fun for not so strangely similar reasons. Sloane is a woman after my own heart. I, too, would like to scream at story until it goes away. Also with all the makeup I've been putting on I kind of feel like a goth princess, except that her wardrobe is probably not my wardrobe. And, ironically, I'm wearing almost no makeup today. Tinted moisturizer but.

Currently I'm starting Hammered, I really need to start Karen Memory because I keep meaning to, and I really really need to get through Skull Wars because it's due back at the library in a few weeks and I've already renewed it once. So that'll be a thing I probably do tonight, go to bed shortly after I get home so I can both crash the hell out after capoeira and spend what time I have before that reading Skull Wars. And then tomorrow getting up into bed an hour early for more Skull Wars, and then maybe I can finish it over the weekend. After Skull Wars I need to mainline the NSA Codebreakers book so I can send that up to the next reader (after which one of the uncles is interested in reading it what have I done) and after that... I have no idea.
kittydesade: Stippled light shining through curtains onto a couch or bed bracketed by white pillows. (hideaway)
Today is that day when I have to carefully list everything I want to do, break everything down into smaller tasks and smaller bits, and do it in order because otherwise my brain will leak out of my head and nothing will get done. Or just add things to the list of 'I want to try to get this done today' because see above about brains leaking out of head. I did get a fair amount of sleep last night! I got 7 hours and woke up and mostly rolled around in bed doing language study until I absolutely had to get up and shower. This is either the cause of me being half asleep or the side effect of it.

And there is capoeira tonight, which is good. And having a stand mixer is all well and good but I cannot begin to tell you how my figure has changed from having a couple months of eating way too many sugary buttery baked goods ... I don't even think it's a lack of exercise because I've been doing capoeira regularly, I think it's just I haven't been watching what I eat nearly as much as I should. Or upping my exercise, I guess, yes, to deal with all the extra calories, but that's way way way more effort than I want to go to. At least right now and possibly ever.

I blame winter. I want to carb binge and not move, I do move less in winter than any other time because it's fucking cold and I don't want to get out from under the blankets. I think in this case though I just need to realize that oh hey, it's getting warmer, this won't last, and also to stop fucking binging on delicious baked goods. You don't need all the cookies, you need a few cookies and then the rest can get put away.

(Come on, brain, function. There is no reason you should be this slow to start. Don't make me find a pair of jumper cables.)

(I don't know today what brain jumper cables look like. I wonder if they look like a three minute exercise set. Let's try that.)

(Surprisingly, that worked.)

So, let's have some Wednesday Reads since there's not much to speak of. I'm still reading Kevin Hearne's Hexed after having done the first Iron Druid book Hounded. Which is sort of a combination of me not taking time out to read and me not... really wanting to that much? I mean, don't get me wrong the books are enjoyable, good popcorn fun, but not the kind of thing that's grabbing me and sitting me down and going "Hi do this before ANYTHING ELSE EVER" But they are fun. I'm enjoying screaming at the Druid for being a dumbass, which is equal parts he is in fact a dumbass and me being over-educated. Over-aware? Over-something. More paranoid than a 2100 year old druid?

I also finished Tanya Huff's Enchantment Emporium books to date, The Wild Ways and The Future Falls which had surprisingly less head-hopping than I'm used to from her books and were also quite fun. And also deeply amused me in that within ten pages I was all AH-HAH. SELKIES. Before the selkies or their skins had put in an appearance. And the last one kicked in some bizarre imminent doom angst, I don't know why apart from the subject matter which has never bothered me before. But the whole thing was hilarious fun. I wish for more. I may ask her if she has plans for more.

At any rate. So, yes, that is today's state of the me. Kind of sleepy, prone to finding all kinds of randomass things to do, inexplicably panicking about all the things I need to buy when what I should do is, same as usual, write them down and get them slowly one paycheck at a time. Looking forward to capoeira which may mean my mindset has shifted back into this is a thing I do rather than oh god I don't wanna it takes forever why do I have to. Although right now it's very much I don't wanna oh god so tired why everything. But that's everything, not capoeira. I vote we go back to bed, who's with me.
kittydesade: A cup of tea sits on an open book with perhaps some poetry written in it and singing around the edges (books and cleverness)
Welp. Because getting lightly (not grabbed, just circled) accosted by a random person on the street a block from work and outside of a police station and yelled abuse at was exactly what the day needed.

I have taken aspirin for the headache, I was going to report it to the police but there were no police in the station, presumably out on patrol (it's a very small, sort of satellite office thing) and having reported it to the garage security worker who was there, and since I have no major day jobligations I am going to do my Wednesday Reads posts before I start writing because that's what I want to do.

Pretty much I only read two (three) authors, Tanya Huff's Fifth Quarter and No Quarter, which were enjoyable even if I did want to punch some people. And even if I think one of the characters in the book got off relatively lightly. Still enjoyable! And towards the end some of the characters in the first book made an appearance too, so that was fun.

And then, because Amazon had the other two books for $2 and I wanted to see if I wanted them, I started Angelfall by Susan Ee and it is first person present tense, which is jarring sometimes, and her writing grace fails her sometimes, but ahahahahah oh god the story and the characters are engaging and fun. It's a YA trilogy, the second and third are World After and End of Days and there's some fast and loose with the mythology in ways that don't entirely hang together/seem like they're fast and loose so the plot can move along and the characters can do cool shit, and I don't care because the whole thing amused me. The two main characters spend their entire courtship insulting each other in the insecure annoyed I'm-cranky-and-rattled-and-nitpicking ways. It's awesome. I enjoyed it.

The third author is Eric Foner because I'm still reading Gateway to Freedom: The Hidden History of the Underground Railroad only I'm reading it in chunks before bed.

And I've started on Kevin Hearne's Iron Druid series, which is not bad! I do not at all regret buying them, although oh my god the first book does suffer from beginning novelist syndrome don't put your entire exposition within the space of ten fucking pages dude. I don't care how much you spackle it over with "but tell me how you" no! No no no. You are not good enough to do ten solid pages of straight exposition. No. Bad. Other than that though, I'm enjoying. And I need to finish Kate Elliott's Jaran, but I haven't been taking as much straight time out for reading lately. Should fix that.
kittydesade: A small stack of books tied together with string, a blue book is the top book with a card with a blue heart on top. (always something to be read)
So a Thursday Reads post instead of a Wednesday Reads. Despite me taking on way too much work to do, of course, I've been trying to read more this year. Working on 100 books in the year, which averages out to a little more than 8 books a month. This used to be way more doable than it is now. Ah well.

I picked up Kate Elliott's Black Wolves because I went in to the local to buy a calendar and ended up buying a calendar and a book oops. I didn't realize at first (you'd think I would have, I've only followed her on Twitter since she started writing the damn thing) that this was set in the same world as Spirit Gate, and now I have to go get those books from the library again and re-read them. I very much enjoyed it, as much as I did the last series which, perversely, I didn't finish because I enjoyed it so much. Which is to say that I got so attached to one of the characters that I skipped ahead to make sure she had a happy ending, and then when I found out she didn't I very nearly threw the book across the room. Never could bring myself to finish it. Even aside from that, though, Black Wolves stands well enough on its own. Very wonderful epic fantasy.

And then it was on to Tanya Huff, much to my annoyance, two first books in the series when I don't have the second ones, but in one case do have the third and fourth. Sing The Four Quarters and The Enchantment Emporium, both of which I enjoyed, they're fairly typical Tanya Huff in tone and in this case this means POV jumping within a scene. Which irritates me, but it's about the only thing in her writing that does, so I put up with it. I was particularly amused by the Enchantment Emporium, which is so many parts of my life all jumbled up together. Mostly the aunts but also the practical approach to magic, even if in my life they aren't in the same lane. Sing The Four Quarters was a lot of fun, I understand the next one isn't about the same group of people. Aww.

After that it was on to Kerry Greenwood's Phryne Fisher series, because I'd started Flying Too High and inexplicably never finished it. They're not too much like the tv show, for one thing my favorite not-quite-romance isn't in it, but I find them enjoyable all on their own merits. Need to pick up the next one at some point.

Kate Elliott passed on a rec for Matt Wallace's Envy of Angels at some point, and I had it, and he was talking it up, so, sure. It's a novella, and I'm not entirely sure it's internally consistent. It's certainly very chaotic and may overload a person on the bizarre. It was on the verge of overloading meon the bizarre, and that takes some doing. And it was clumsy/awkward in a bit of the way that a first book is, but it wasn't bad, I did enjoy it, and at some point will probably read the next one.

And now I'm on Oliver Potzsch's The Hangman's Daughter which is almost distinctively German-In-Translation, and an engaging historical mystery apparently starring the author's own ancestors. I don't know if it's based on a true family legend, oxymoron intended, but it reads like it could have been. And also fun.

After this... I don't know. Maybe start Kate Elliott's Jaran books, my book budget refreshed so maybe more Enchantment Emporium/Four Quarters. Maybe something else.
kittydesade: A small stack of books tied together with string, a blue book is the top book with a card with a blue heart on top. (always something to be read)
I may have committed an evil when I mentioned that there was yarn to be had on the seconds list. More colors of inexpensive Brown Sheep Lanaloft for basically 30% of usual retail cost. Om nom nom. So, yeah, eventually I will have All Of The Yarn coming, some of it to go up north for a late birthday present and some of it to stay with me and keep me warm all winter. Because why not.

I haven't done a Wednesday Reads post in a while, so let's go with that. I don't think I'm going to make my goal of 100 books in a year, but I've definitely topped 50 and I should be able to add some onto that over the next month and a half.

Mad Madame LaLaurie by Victoria Cosner Love and Lorelei Shannon is a very account-based story of Madame LaLaurie of New Orleans infamy, thus it's also a lot dryer than most lurid true crime books. I enjoyed it, though. It cited a lot of source material that might still be available for looking up and researching today, if one were so inclined, and it also referenced a number of legends and traced back possible paths to the source of those legends. So that was fun.

Still working on Women of the Golden Dawn and at the moment I've switched to Return of the Black Death by Susan Scott and Christopher Duncan, because of source material for my Nanonovel. And my Kindle tells me I have three or four other books that I've almost finished, so I can knock those two off my list. At least one of them was a Phryne, not sure why I never finished that. Maybe I got distracted? And a Wild Cards, and I remember not finishing THAT because I was traveling from DragonCon and fell asleep. So. But I think for the next while I'm going to be gnawing through my collection of non-fiction, unless there's some YA/shorter fiction to read.

And knitting. Endless, endless knitting.
kittydesade: (morning ugh)
Okay, that was a semi-productive morning. Day jobligations were met, signups for panels were done for Dragon*Con and now I really do have to watch Sense8. And god knows if I'll get on anything but Haven, given how popular the other shows are. But hey. Amazon Prime sale has been investigated and found deeply wanting, so at least there's that. And some writing was done. Notes were copied over from Stephen Blackmoore's twitter in the event that I end up writing this short story, otherwise I suppose I will quietly let him forget about that.

I still don't understand how this became my life. Being an Authority, however small, on TV shows. Talking casually with authors, some of whom I've read and loved since my youth. What the hell.

Productive morning turned into an exhausting day at work, dear god, one of our usual production weavers called up with an order, which meant hauling down bins and bins of yarn and packing it all up and shipping it out. And I don't mind so much but oof, exhausting.

Which turned into an exhausting but very fun capoeira lesson, we did some warm-ups and then put some moves together into a set of actionable sweeps and kicks and more kicks. Which is to say we paired off and took turns just standing there and being tapped by feet. It was fun. Puck, which I'm calling the one teacher because he fucking is, I would not be surprised if in some AU of my life he turned out to be nonhuman, kept pushing me by pretty much dancing around either to try and infuriate me or just to present a more difficult target. Weird. But things felt like they were happening more smoothly, so I'm happy for that.

I am so falling behind in Nano. I might try and catch up over the next several days and even get ahead some, but still, so falling behind. The last week's word count, yet, is 17, 289 which is not damn bad. And my exercise routine is pretty solid, though I might add some releve to the barre work.

Wednesday Reads! (On a thursday, oops. I never did post this, did I.) Tam Lin continues, because of reasons and also because of talking with Pamela Dean about it. Which is really kind of cool, it's like having a director's commentary on the book. It's a lot of fun, even though I need to catch up with two entries tomorrow, but still. I also finished Pyramids and gave up on the Kevin J Anderson book, it's just not catching me. Which means I need to finish the rest of the shorter material and do my damn Hugo's voting. Over the weekend and the next week, I guess. Um. What else did I read... oh! Yes. Hawkeye vol 1 and Captain Marvel vol 1 by Matt Fraction and Kelly Sue DeConnick respectively, because they were on cheapass sale at Amazon because of comic-con. Hawkeye amused me and Captain Marvel made me cry in the good way. It was good. I also picked up another book at the library because of reasons, and I need to finish that probably pretty soon.
kittydesade: (courtesan in training)
Capoeira days are so long. Sooo long. I can't really regret it, I am enjoying it and how it makes me feel (and apparently how it makes me look?) but long days are long. Especially when it's summer and 80+ and I'm going to be walking around in it before I go. C'est la vie. Besides, I always feel better and more energized when I come back from it.

And also also also. There were women there today! For almost three weeks I've been the only woman and now there were other women! Three of them! Which meant we outnumbered the guy students, although not the guys in general. Still, it's not like I'm asking for an even balance, just a less awkward ratio. I don't know how many of them are going to stick around, some of them mentioned leaving town soon for temporary or permanent, but I hope some of them do. If only to enlargen the class size some.

And my lunapads came! Which means I might want to check my spam folder for a shipping notification I never got, but oh well! I'll have luna pads for next week, and that will make me so much happier. I also suspect I might want some of their regular pads for the one heavy day of the cycle but still, I'll try these out, I'll bet they're so much more comfortable. I was fine with commercial disposables for a while, but I seem to be getting less tolerant of them as I get older. Or maybe I just prefer pantyliners unless there's a dire need for the Hoover Dam, hell if I know.

So, yeah, I came home from capoeira, ate healthy dinner, and then promptly made myself a mug brownie. Which is probably going to undo a lot of the good of capoeira but fuckit, if I can't have a mug brownie in the middle of PMS what is PMS, recipes, and cocoa powder for. Besides, if I'm not too sore tomorrow (and I should remember to take the damn painkillers tonight before bed, because they are also muscle relaxants, self, there is no shame in either taking painkillers or muscle relaxants as necessary) I have a tentative new exercise plan. Involving first plies and arabesques as warmups, followed by push-ups, ugh, and balancing in between push-ups rather than kicks. Which is going to take some getting used to. Then the rabo de raia / negativa combination. Also the Portuguese or at least capoeira r is pronounced more like an h than anything and this is going to annoy me. But. Yes. There will be exercises. There should probably be also walking crab-like on my hands and feet facing upwards like I'm about to spin my head and Poltergeist, if I can stand it.

Wednesday Reads! I've somehow started reading Terry Pratchett (may his memory be a blessing) again, and rather than take them in order I'm hitting the ones I haven't read first, in rough numerical order as I have them. So first it was Sourcery, and now it's Pyramids, and I'm really loving it. I missed it, how relaxing it is.

I'm also still slogging through Kevin J Anderson's Hugo nominated thing but I think... I don't know, I'm just going to bump it down on the voting, I can't keep pushing this. I should definitely start reading the shorter works, too, probably tomorrow. And vote ASAP.

Novel writing comes apace. And is somewhat less fraught now that I've fixed the equations on my spreadsheet. Yes, I know the Camp Nano site gives you your words per aday, average words per day, etc, but I like my spreadsheet too. And now it's working properly, and I can add it all up plus whatever other projects I'm working on. Though there might not be so many of those with the way the Nanonovel took an abrupt right turn somewhere. I'd had some plot beats and antagonists and maneuvers set up, and now it looks like there's a whole other antagonist I hadn't anticipated, possibly more than one, and a whole other set of plot beats. Okay, fine. At least it's still a novel length story. Just a slightly different novel than I'd planned on.

At any rate. I have two hours till bedtime and a shitload of stuff to get done. Though right now I'm also wondering if maybe I don't want to go to bed early or sleep in late the next day, after evening capoeira. Given muscles, exhausting, likely to be a while, and I nap on Saturdays anyway. Hurm.

Weekly Word Count: 17,860
Khan Academy:
kittydesade: (priestess)
If stress caused ulcers I would have so many of them right now, let me tell you. (No, stress doesn't cause ulcers. From what I vaguely remember stress causes shitty eating habits which exacerbate ulcers. Bacteria causes ulcers. I think.) Work Shenanigans still have not resolved, I remain ready to throw up at a moment's notice and resisting both comfort buying of comfort foods and comfort eating of what things I have available. I still hate everything.

(I will sum up Work Shenanigans when it has an end date in the interests of only doing it once, but let's just say it amounts to a threat to financial security.)

(.... OH HEY THAT'S A PHONE CALL ALL RIGHT I will start summing up.)

So, starting about a week ago the boy was told not to come in to work, he's on suspension pending an investigation. Then bits of information start dribbling in, whodunnit (someone in a more individual position of responsibility who he's already fought with) and what the specific accusation is, and what the range of seriousness of consequences are, assuming they find him guilty. The last time this happened, since it has happened once before, they dismissed for lack of evidence and because if I remember this right someone came up and went "Uh, dude fell, and [boyfriend] almost broke his back trying to catch him." If I'm not conflating incidents. This time, though, it lasted for days. And days. And his entire shift is making dire pronouncements about how this is fucking railroading, even the co-workers on his shift who he doesn't get along with say it's railroading, his boss is fucking livid and ready to raise hell on his behalf, and he's pulling his stuff together to see if he can go get hired at the VA or a different place.

Well, they finally told him he can go back to work tonight. Sweet Mother and blood. So we continue to be a two paycheck household, I have no idea if he's still on the same floor or shift or if they're moving him or if all of this was some behind the scenes stuff that has more to do with whodunnit than him and we just got our nerves racked and spitted for nothing. And he's going to continue to look for a job elsewhere because everything about this place says it's going straight to hell. He was talking earlier today about a guy who tried to stick it out and get his retirement pay because he had another year to go till his retirement and his pension and about two years of life expectancy, thanks cancer, and they fucking forced him out early so they wouldn't have to pay his pension to his widow. Yeah. The boy said he should have seen the writing on the wall then, but. I don't know. Anyway. That is the Work Shenanigans that have been going on. And now I will have less imaginary ulcers and real stress fevers and exhaustion, and more comfort food, which is in this case sushi. And capoeira.

Seriously, it's amazing how much better I feel NOT being ridiculously stressed. And it's also kind of funny how the boy texts me with updates, I text back "ok mac and cheese for dinner?" and I get home and am all "Yeah, I need comfort food." and he's all "I figured that when you said mac and cheese for dinner." It's like he knows me well or something. (For the new crowd, we've been together for... thirteen? fourteen? years.)

Okay. So, and in the line of a small victory to go with my big victory, I learned how to bend conditional formatting to my will in Google spreadsheets today. It's a small thing, but as tied up in knots as I've been I'll take it. Capoeira was good (can you tell I'm writing this over the day as I have room to breathe?) and sushi was tasty, and now I'm eyeballing things online and in my budget to see what types of cloth pads I want to get and sizes and things. Because that's coming up way too fast. Meh. On the plus side, still on the drugs that make the periods very light. And short. I can live with light and short.

I'm so tired right now it's amazing I remembered to do my languages, and I don't know if there will be a full day's Nano after all, but we'll see. At least one source of stress will hopefully be off the shoulders for the duration by, oh, I should know by tomorrow morning? Maybe by bed tonight. We'll see. This whole past fucking week, I swear. That's not even touching on what I heard from Mom when I called her to sob on her metaphorical shoulder. Nothing that touches the overall family but she's been having a shitty week, too.

Wednesday Reads: I'm... I may actually abandon this Kevin J Anderson book. I'm going to give it till maybe 20% in (since I'm reading on Kindle lol what am page numbers) but so far I've done three and a half chapters and I have no real attachment to anyone. Artemis Fowl was entertaining, though. And probably a good thing to have during a week of stress.

This week's word count is yet to be determined as I haven't finished writing for the day yet. Superhero training is coming along, I think I may have the one kick who I'm not even trying to spell here down enough to practice on my own! Woo! But oh god I need more upper leg strength. And core strength. I need it yesterday, ideally, but I'll keep working on that.

Weekly Word Count is 10,237 oh god so sleepy.
kittydesade: (fight like a girl)
There's about 1/4 of an ounce of blue felting wool on my desk. Bright blue, like Cookie Monster. I have no idea what it's doing there.

So, okay, I did not get as much sleep as I wanted to last night, thanks to a 4 am sneezing fit, but I did manage to roll over and get back to sleep relatively quickly. The end result being while I don't feel as rested as I like, my traitorous brain is not attempting to convince me I'm unwanted, unintelligent, or fat. Which is kind of a feat considering I bolted down two slices of pizza for lunch, which should have made me feel fat but instead made me feel like I could haul around 25lb boxes of basket supplies. (And then again I was hauling around 50lb bags of manure this weekend with surprisingly little difficulty except that they're very big and I am very small. So maybe it's less made me feel and more gave me energy to. Something.)

The upside to this is that even if I didn't get as much sleep, I was still up at about six after some weirdass vivid dream I don't remember but there was action, and I was able to get a good almost 600 words written before I went to work. And then another 400 at work and after a bit of a struggle I'm finishing out the week at 7,040, which is just on target. And then I need to finish out the month at least even, but that's 5k over the next three days, that's way do-able.

I also may have inadvertently started another story in a whole fucking separate world, and I have no idea what that's about. Something to do with an Archer and a Magician who end up in a relationship, both of them men, the Archer was hired to protect the Magician and something else is going on under that that I don't have the energy to untangle tonight. Hell with that.

So, Wednesday Reads is a bit sparse this week, I finished the first Ransome book and am on the second, while someone *cough*[personal profile] lireavue*cough* read ahead of me and devoured the whole thing. Not that I can really blame her, but still! ;) So hopefully over the next week I can finish that and maybe read a couple of these books of folklore that I have. Most of the folklore should hopefully be quick.

Exercise is going well, making me routinely sweaty and achy and exhausted, which is a good sign that I'm working the muscles and not just going through the motions. I do need to put in a couple extra exercises because at least one of the ab exercises I put in wasn't doing so well. And remember my stretches. Better the last night than the last several weeks? But still. Other than that... no, that's pretty much it, I think.
kittydesade: (girl land)
It finally occurred to me after two days that possibly the reason I've spent the last two days feeling feverish and headachy, the way I do when I get very stressed, is because Baltimore. These things take on a whole new dimension when your baby brother is just about everything except maybe the class demographic of the same people whose names are becoming hashtags. Baby sister, too, but she's been out of the country for a while. Thank god.

So, okay. Let's take a social media break at least for the next 48, till I'm done with Camp Nano, and maybe my body temperature will drop a degree or two to what it's supposed to be, yes?

Besides, there are way plenty of other things for me to do. Like Camp Nano, of which I have 11-12k words left to write in the next two days, eek. I mean, I can do it, I know I can do it without too much stress, but eek. Then there's the courses, physics, Arabic, Hindi, Japanese, Javascript, Cosmology, I finished Reconstruction and picked up Intro to Human Evolution. I have adequate amusements! Also known for the moment as distractions from working on what I should be working on, she typed, having just gotten distracted by the math review course for about thirty minutes.

I've also started hitting up the omgsexyfood tumblr for recipes. A lot of them are vegan/vegetarian, which would be fine for me but which the boy won't eat, but then a lot of the pastas and rices can also be adapted to go over chicken. So I may try some of that tonight and see how that goes, maybe one new recipe a week since I already have most of these ingredients, it looks like.

This coming month's improvement projects is gardening. Unlike the last couple (bathroom door, painting the upstairs), this one actually should not stall because the people who had the house before us are fuckwits! Since I've been gardening here, the only thing I have to do is keep pushing on expanding my planting area. The raised beds in front of the porch should be clear, I might do some heaping layers and put morning glories along the side of the house and up the trellises where the herb garden used to be. Now it's a thyme and mint garden, because oi everything. And then vegetables in the vegetable beds. That ought to be more than enough to be going on with, and I can try not to kill the lavender this year.

So far my word count for the week is 24, 359 but the day is still young and unless I want to make tomorrow a 10k in one project day, I need to get going so I can win Camp Nano. I think I actually can! I do not yet know.

No new reading this week, I think. But in case I didn't mention it last week, I did finish the Spiritwalker trilogy. It was very excellent. Steampunk and magic and interesting characters, and also girl friendships above all. I am so here for the girl friendships, and I am so getting it in most of my media these days (except Ultron, because apparently women are love interests and little else god so pissed about that) and it is glorious. If anyone has any books with good girl friendships to rec, feel free!
kittydesade: (write like a mofo!)
Okay, judging by the fallout just on Twitter, I'm rather glad I've had my head under a pile of work for the last few days with regard to this Daily Show and now Patton Oswalt kerfuffle. I have no idea what happened apart from a comedian tweeted a number of stupid, hurtful things that he may or may not have grown and changed for the better from a while back? And said comedian is now going to host the Daily Show where at least he won't write his own material, which is not to say he won't have to occasionally ad lib. And somehow Patton Oswalt is involved.

... the part that's lodging itself most in my head about this is, 1/53? Did he actually type that rant up, break it up into twitter chunks and COUNT how many tweets he would need? Seriously? That's way more effort than I would have put into it.

I did sadly discover that no, the Khan Academy notes and the edX physics notes are not compatible in the long term, mostly because the edX physics notes were much more algebra heavy and less concept heavy, and there's no good way for me to integrate them in any kind of orderly fashion. And it has to be an orderly fashion otherwise my brain goes nuts trying to make sense of the data. So, cutting those pages out of the notebook and starting fresh it is. Not that that's a hardship, just where do I find the time.

She said, while eyeballing the chemistry lessons and pondering starting that up. Heh. At least there's no deadline here. At any rate, more notebooks. The frugal, careful courtesan in me is suggesting ways to pretty up my cheap composition books in which I'm taking my notes. The shiny fucking magpie is going get all new notebooks if you're going to start fresh, you deserve it. I think what I really need is spangly blue contact paper, in the end. Because I'm a ravenclaw, I demand blue for my schoolwork.

I will treat myself to maybe a new set of pens, though. The boyfriend keeps stealing mine.

Wednesday Reads

I still haven't finished or even much gone back to The Anteater of Death, which is sad because I think it'd be a quick read once I do. But first I have a pack of library books to get through. This weekend was more home improvement than library books, though. Also crawling my way through a new laptop and a pile of sleep deprivation for no apparent reason. But I did finally finish Shadow Gate by Kate Elliott, yes, still working my way through her back catalog, and all I can say is NOOOOOOOO YOU KILLED [REDACTED] YOU HEARTLESS WENCH. I liked that snarky fucker. Poop.

Project Paint the Bedroom is not going nearly as fast as anyone had hoped, mostly because the paint over wallpaper over god knows what is slow as fuck to peel off. Unlike in the craft room and the downstairs where it was coming off in strips. And after that comes the sanding and the replastering and then we can paint, and we only really have time to do it on the weekends and ugh. So much ugh. Alternate weekends, mind, because the boy works nights. Oh well. Once we get it done, it'll be done, and then we can put color up and forget about it for the next twenty years or however long it took Mom to repaint my bedroom. Though that was probably because I'd painted it black-with-skeletons, red, and white-with-multiple-graffiti. I'm not even kidding, she let me write all over the walls, and at one point I distinctly remember because I had Christmas lights permanently strung on my room, we had one graffito with an arrow pointing to one of the light bulbs and the words "that light is a sub-standard marine." No, I do not know. No, we were not drunk. Just very, very punchy.

Anyway. And writing continues apace, and so does editing really, but this week's word count is 8,969. So, damn. Thank you, Camp Nanowrimo? Now I just have to keep up that pace.
kittydesade: (fandom - kingdom hospital)
Well, I have no idea what happened last night, I swear I wasn't drunk, and somehow I ended up writing Londo/Lando porn. Yes, as in a Babylon 5/Star Wars crossover. No, I don't know what I was doing. There is actually a link at the top for what little context there is, it's filed under "But why, Kitty? Why?"

Today I have managed to at least make a start at reworking my fiction page so that free stories are available in a variety of formats, and when I get home I will actually encode the damn things into those formats, upload them, and then they will be available. As well as verifying a bunch of information to KDP so I can get things deposited directly into my bank. All $2 every two months I make off of my books. Heh.

I think I'm doing a very good job at not bemoaning not being an instant success, don't you?

I did figure out, though, given the Bad Kindle Self-Pub Cover Art thing going around, that a lot of my problem with things is actually that I have no experience with designing a book cover, very little experience designing a website, no money to pay someone to even slap a few photos together (I have the photos! I even bought them and paid for permission to edit and use them! I just suck at slapping them together), and in general my ability to generate a cover depends on me. Thus I generate embarrassing covers. Thus I do not market, thus.... etc.

Now that things seem to be consistently staying less stressful I might work on this, but it's slow going considering all the other things I want to do. There are so many fiddly things, and I keep putting them off because I don't have my new laptop yet, because working in the office during winter is fucking freezing, because any of half a dozen things. Also that damn office door needs to be replaced, too. It's the little things.

Wednesday Reads!
I devoured and finished Cold Magic by Kate Elliott, which I think might be my favorite of her books that I've read so far. Of course I haven't started re-reading the Crown of Stars series yet, so that might change. Still. It was the book of my soul and I might just pick the damn things up on Kindle next month. Next paycheck. Something. I've already spent way too much of next paycheck on DVDs (for a podcast! It's not entirely willy nilly) and haircut and clothes (incoming from StitchFix) and things. Anyway, I finished that, and now I'm working on the rest of the Crossroads series and this book I picked up called The Anteater of Death.

I have never read anything by this person, I had no idea what it was about when I picked it up, I love Kingdom Hospital and it said anteater of death on the cover, what more do you want from me. I HAVE A GODDAMN ANTUBIS ICON. I'd forgotten I have an Antubis icon.

Anyway. Word count more updatey after I stop writing for the end of the day. turns out to be 6,460, which is almost week's par but not quite. Still. Close enough for March and folk music. I still need to get better about stretching in the evenings though. And either hold poses in yoga for longer in the mornings or add in some different ones. Maybe both. Both is good.
kittydesade: (laedecker)
So, okay, despite yesterday being an incredibly sleepy day, what the hell self. The sleeping in made sense given that near hour long spate of wakefulness in the middle of the fucking night, but then there was the drowsing on the couch in the middle of the day, followed by the two hour nap, on a day when I was supposed to be getting things done despite not going into work. Ugh.

Despite all that, today I managed to get the shipping backlog dealt with, a couple outstanding emails dealt with which is harder than it sounds because each of those required digging and research and looking at things and ugh. Stuff was checked in, the store was minded, I even got some friendship bracelets worked on, I got caught up on my Memrise and my Duolingo, I got close to 2k words written which given this week's total is nothing to sneeze at, and I got dinner made and inks ordered and advertised myself on Twitter, which took no small feat of nerves. Did my exercises, did the daily house chores of plant watering and cat caring for. Did Japanese, did a bit of Arabic because why not. (Realized the Arabic letters book of a more advanced kind was out of my price range for the next two weeks. Gnashed teeth. $45 for a textbook isn't that bad, granted, and that's only new because I want the DVD that comes with, I might cave and go for a used version. But still and fucking nonetheless.)

Tomorrow, more edits, maybe more working on the same strange things, and definitely needing to make some more progress on other projects and write some damn promo copy. Finish edits on Beauty Kincaid like I meant to and haven't done yet, and do up a cover for that, hopefully get that set up for publication. Which would mean, in fact, that I get another dime novel published this month! So see, self, you haven't been horribly neglectful of everything. And at some point I should put more fiction up on my web page and format those for people to download to their e-readers. If I haven't already. Ugh, more for the to-do list.

Weekly Word Count: is 4,190 because I took the weekend off for reading books and things. Superhero training is coming apace, I do think I need to just up the times I hold poses rather than change that up just yet, but I'm not sure about ballet exercises. I need to change something. I'm just not sure what or how.

Oh! Wednesday Reads
Okay, I'm going to admit it here because I don't think anyone's going to dogpile me and shake me and bounce all around me about it, but I finished the last two Raven Cycle books by Maggie Stiefvater. And I did love them! Even if I want to shake everyone for being reckless with greater magics. And my god they are so fucked right now. SO FUCKED. Which, to the author's credit, has more to do with them having wandered into deeper waters than they expected, rather than their inherent teenage stupidity.

I also read David Eddings' The Dreamers, first in his Elder Gods series, and my god that man has not had an original story since his first one. I liked it well enough but I don't think I'll pick up the rest, I think I'll stick with reading the things that have nostalgia value for me, because it's becoming increasingly clearer.

Still working on a Kate Elliott book, and Sanctum which at some point I should get back to. It's all right, it's just... very young in places. Most of the places. And I have that Women of the Golden Dawn book I need to get through and get back to the library. So it goes.
kittydesade: (invalid - pigeonhauer)
Okay, today I did live off sugar to keep going. Still not going to have the energy to do physics in between everything yaaaay. Tomorrow at least looks on the surface of things like it will be less busy, so maybe? At this rate I'm not even hoping for it though.

I did manage to get the writing done, and even got some promo copy for some other stories done, so progress happened there. I managed to make a healthy dinner with the meat the boy took out, and tried what appears to be called Israeli couscous? (Not being in Israel I can't speak to whether that's a fancy label to appeal to the hippies or truth in advertising.) Whatever it is, it still tastes good and has a good texture, so sure, why not. Yay trying new things! And I got another scene tossed into the desert novel that I'm less sure about, but I expect it'll clean up nicely.

Wednesday Reads
Once I pick up my library books I will have five books out from the library, in addition to the sixth... seventh. I'm reading on Kindle. At the moment I'm reading The Prince on my iPhone of all things in the morning between exercises and things, I'm reading Sanctum on the Kindle in my browser at work in between the really mindnumbing tasks like labeling 225 pottery tools (I'm not kidding, that's what I did in the back half of today) and then I've got an Eddings and a Kate Elliott by my bed from the library that I'm going to try and get through if not this weekend then next, and two more books from the library. Plus the reference book I have to find time for at some point. So, yes. I have MANY READINGS. All of them, in fact. It's a damn good thing I read fast.

This weeks' word count stands at 7,069, the first time I've made word count this year, and hopefully not at all the last. And I'm really happy with most of these words, too! I haven't gotten back to the Grant Ward Redemption Epic which makes me glad I didn't post it anywhere yet, maybe eventually. But all other projects are slowly creeping forward.

Exercise continues apace. I do need to get better about starting exercise on time, though, to see if I really can cram two rounds of the one yoga routine, one of the other, ballet, grand plies, releves, belly dancing exercises all into the alleged exercise time. I should be able to, it's just the discipline. I'm also contemplating adding a minimal number of situps and punches for some variety, that might replace the port de bras with arm weights in the morning. Decisions. Anyway, in the coming week it's just continuing to get back into routines and get more efficient.

And the first key to doing that is an on time bedtime, which I am so not doing tonight oops. You'd think as tired as I have been and am all day that I would have gone to bed early. Except you'd be wrong. So, so very wrong.
kittydesade: (sweet pea)
The donuts are definitely fueling it, but I am so gratified to have all the adulting for the immediate future, bar tax filing because no W2s yet, done for the time being. So gratified. I cannot begin to describe. My IRA is all fixed and happy, my general investments account has been reset so I can actually log into it online. With single goddamn word security answers because the last one had a security answer with at least 5 possible permutations and I couldn't remember which one I had entered. Let this be a lesson to me. If at all possible, security questions with one word answers. Or at the very least one possible permutation for a multiple word answer. Jesus. And all of my banking is under one roof, and my credit score is fucking ridiculous, which means I am leaving all of my credit cards open till the ones I'm not using anymore get tired of me and close themselves because I like my credit score at Fucking Absurdly Ridiculous Here Have All The Monies. Even if I don't use All The Monies. I like being credit score-ly virtuous.

I have a clean bill of dental health, I have a clean bill of medical health, I do not have to go back for a thyroid check like I usually do (this has happened at least the last two years, I get my thyroid checked because every other female in my family except my baby sister has low thyroid, it comes back borderline, I get it re-checked, it comes back fine), I have done all my financial shit, I have adulted like a fucking master this week. I even got my minimum 1k words done yesterday! Like a fucking master I tell you.

About the only thing that's a downside to the last few days' worth of productivity is the numbers on the scale are trending upwards rather than downwards. Still down from where I was a year ago, but that is the opposite of a trend I would like to continue, literally. On the other other hand, it's not exactly a mystery why that's happening. A week of migraines and head colds preventing exercise, plus brownies, cookies, and donuts, and crappy mac and cheese will do that to a person. Do better, self.

Oh god, Wednesday Reads:
I read Wild Swans: Three Daughters of China. Fascinating, heartbreaking in a lot of places, definitely a good look at China through the Japanese occupation and rise of Mao's Communism. Well written and engaging, too. Also now I want to go read the Communist Manifesto just so I can go "You're doing it wrong. You're doing it wrong. You're doing communism wrong." But I want to do that a lot of the time. I also read and finished The Raven Boys which I absolutely fucking loved. I have many thoughts on it, but nothing immediate or urgent, if anyone wants to discuss in comments. Except NOAH. Oh Noah. Nobody listened to you, did they. And I re-read Children of the Night, which I discussed yesterday.

Up next: Women of the Pleasure Quarters and a book called The Last Madam about a madam in New Orleans that, what the hell, it looked good. No idea how either of them are going to be, but they look like relatively quick reads for non-fiction. And currently I am working my way through Sanctum by Sarah Fine. I'm on balance enjoying it so far (Kindle says I'm only 12% in) but I cannot actually recommend this book. If only because of what it says about people who commit suicide, whether deliberately or inadvertently. So... take that for what you will.

Weekly Word Count: 3,966, the best week of the year yet.

Superhero Training: Well, so far I've managed two consecutive days with ballet and yoga exercises? Glad, on the other hand, that I cut things short to go do things like doctor's appointments or contacting investment places. So, tomorrow, will try to add in the bellydancing exercises and maybe a round of one of those superhero exercise things. Maybe. We'll see.
kittydesade: (weekly word count)
Well. That was interesting.

And by that I mean the massive PMS migraine that hit at about 3 am, was still there when I woke up again at 6.30, barely dulled with three aspirin, then I tottered around for a while and when I felt nauseous every time I moved in more than one straight line for about five steps I decided it really was a migraine, so I took an Imitrex. And felt very, very weird and unfocused and my limbs felt all weird for the next several hours. I can count the number of Imitrex I've taken in my life on one hand with fingers left over. No, I'm not used to it.

But after about six hours the effects of both drug and migraine have worn off, at least I hope they have. Possibly the side effects of the drug have worn off and it's still sitting on my migraine's head, but I really hope everything's just passed. I do not have time for this shit. And this is why I'm glad I only bleed four times a year now.

I've got my teeth cleaning coming up next week, ugh, and I've got my annual physical on the next day, so at least that's all the appointments over and done with. And between everything I've picked up over the last three weeks, I think I'm set on languages and studying and every other damn thing for at least the next six months. More than enough to keep me occupied, unless I need more ink to write with or paper to write on. Which given how many notes I'm taking lately, is a distinct possibility. Though I've still got plenty of sketchpad left for Arabic and Hindi alphabet practice. I did check.

Wednesday Reads
Currently working on Wild Swans (75%ish done) and The Raven Boys (5% just started) and I probably will take out Women of the Golden Dawn and Women of the Pleasure Quarters this week and at least try to read one of those. Maybe both! I have no idea how quick a read they are. Or just Women of the Pleasure Quarters since Golden Dawn is checked out. Oh well. I also did the math and I need to read a little over 8 books per month to make 100 books in a year, which means a lot less non-fiction, self. Silly self.

Weekly Word Count: 2,605 as of this writing, though I'll probably write more today. 5,093 for the month in total. This is just sad, although I have been getting through the holidays and a head cold. Still, self. No more delaying, just plow through the current story and keep going. Even if you hate it. It's not going to get any better for delaying.

Superhero Training: With the sick and everything, getting back into routines didn't happen much this week. Between the sick and the migraine. Tomorrow and the next seven days, maybe. I am, however, also hitting the point where I need to vary my routine a bit, so as I get into the timing of exercising at the same hour every day again, I'll also try and figure out what to do to vary it a bit. Maybe get back to, or even add in, some of those superhero workouts.


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