And I keep failing to actually do so.
A summary of life:
I finished writing Cracked Pots, which is apparently now the first book in a storyworld I have dubbed The Mother of Invention. The second book, tentatively titled In The Seed, has not yet begun, but I keep accumulating bits for it. (And I may need to read up extensively on Bengali religious stuff, which is well outside the Shaivite stuff that I have mostly dabbled in in my own research.)
I did not place in the Escape Pod flashfic contest, though I made it further than some. I had an agent bite on my PitMad tweet, but she turned me down in part because of book length. (Cracked Pots is not a short book; it is a slow-paced exploration of a world, which includes adaptation to a complex social environment, social scheming, the POV coming to realize things about the effects of bigotry and have her own exposed, and semirealistic amount of time spent on scientific discovery, which would make for a lot of book even if it weren't heavily influenced linguistically by formative experiences with Dickens.) No bites during SFFPit, but![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
jenett pointed out a plausible agent to me who wasn't participating, so I will query her at some point.
Working on short stories. I'm still not sure what made me capable of writing these as more than a fluke. I've been, in addition to the stuff I'm trying to write to sell, doing Chuck Wendig's mostly-weekly fiction challenges and posting the results at my writer website, on the principle that producing regular content is a goodness and I work well with challenges. At some point I will see if I can figure out if I can get the blogs to xpost here again, the upgrade to https all around seems to have busticated the plugin I was using.
KJ and I will be at Readercon on Sunday, knock wood, so anyone who will be at Readercon then, hi.
Constantly feeling that I ought to be doing more politically and being flattened by a combination of global warming, toddlers, and autism spectrum. Did make one protest. It was hot.
Identity issues are complicated and hard to talk about, so I'm not doing so. I would like it if I had a functioning executive function, but I've been useless lately. I wonder if that's something else that just fails when it's bright and hot. Though I don't know if I'd be doing better if the AC were not broken, it may just be the brainweather. But this is always the dry time. Just, hard to deal with the depression loop that kicks in when I'm not being Productive (and I wish I had any clue about what reasonable expectations for myself might look like anyway, because I'm perpetually not Productive according to the standards of capitalist bullshittery and that's just fantastic for my mental health).
Anyway. Been working on and off on building a proper herb spiral in the front.artan brought around another load of rocks so I can work on building up some more, esp. now that I've put in the bindrune on the core stone.
The children are often loud and frequently exhausting. Last week was super-busy (my mother visiting to do art camp with the girls meant a lot of Doing and I do not usually have a lot of Doing going on for spoon budget reasons). Tired.
Intend to try to write more often. We'll see if intentions carry through.
A summary of life:
I finished writing Cracked Pots, which is apparently now the first book in a storyworld I have dubbed The Mother of Invention. The second book, tentatively titled In The Seed, has not yet begun, but I keep accumulating bits for it. (And I may need to read up extensively on Bengali religious stuff, which is well outside the Shaivite stuff that I have mostly dabbled in in my own research.)
I did not place in the Escape Pod flashfic contest, though I made it further than some. I had an agent bite on my PitMad tweet, but she turned me down in part because of book length. (Cracked Pots is not a short book; it is a slow-paced exploration of a world, which includes adaptation to a complex social environment, social scheming, the POV coming to realize things about the effects of bigotry and have her own exposed, and semirealistic amount of time spent on scientific discovery, which would make for a lot of book even if it weren't heavily influenced linguistically by formative experiences with Dickens.) No bites during SFFPit, but
jenett pointed out a plausible agent to me who wasn't participating, so I will query her at some point.Working on short stories. I'm still not sure what made me capable of writing these as more than a fluke. I've been, in addition to the stuff I'm trying to write to sell, doing Chuck Wendig's mostly-weekly fiction challenges and posting the results at my writer website, on the principle that producing regular content is a goodness and I work well with challenges. At some point I will see if I can figure out if I can get the blogs to xpost here again, the upgrade to https all around seems to have busticated the plugin I was using.
KJ and I will be at Readercon on Sunday, knock wood, so anyone who will be at Readercon then, hi.
Constantly feeling that I ought to be doing more politically and being flattened by a combination of global warming, toddlers, and autism spectrum. Did make one protest. It was hot.
Identity issues are complicated and hard to talk about, so I'm not doing so. I would like it if I had a functioning executive function, but I've been useless lately. I wonder if that's something else that just fails when it's bright and hot. Though I don't know if I'd be doing better if the AC were not broken, it may just be the brainweather. But this is always the dry time. Just, hard to deal with the depression loop that kicks in when I'm not being Productive (and I wish I had any clue about what reasonable expectations for myself might look like anyway, because I'm perpetually not Productive according to the standards of capitalist bullshittery and that's just fantastic for my mental health).
Anyway. Been working on and off on building a proper herb spiral in the front.
artan brought around another load of rocks so I can work on building up some more, esp. now that I've put in the bindrune on the core stone.The children are often loud and frequently exhausting. Last week was super-busy (my mother visiting to do art camp with the girls meant a lot of Doing and I do not usually have a lot of Doing going on for spoon budget reasons). Tired.
Intend to try to write more often. We'll see if intentions carry through.
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If useful:
*hugs*
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Willpower is a post-facto rationalization; it's not meaningful in the present.
EDS messes with membranes, including in the gut; absorption of not-especially-related compounds from gut bacteria sets levels of brain chemicals including serotonin. The science is still flailing around going "what? how?" but I think the "consume something alive" part -- this has to fit into kemetic practices around bread or beer somewhere! -- is really, really obvious. As is "supplement, no, more than that, you need a lot in there to be getting enough absorbed" thing.
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If I do not get enough red meat in my diet strange things happen to my brain, though.
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The red meat thing might be something peculiar with DQ genes; at least, there is something peculiar with my DQ genes, and I have something similar with respect to red meat intake. (It's not like anyone presently understands DQ genes or can do anything for you on the basis of knowing which ones you've got, but it might be interesting.)
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I am also entertained by "there is a possible correlation here which we have no idea what to do with". Mostly I treat my weird red meat deficiency with regular influx of cow and it works well enough. (And I have developed enough self-awareness to go "Ah, this particular degenerating mood/mental competence thing is often curable with a meats. I will apply meats" now.)
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(I cannot tell you what I think of the fact that nigh-all "natural flavours" are extracted in benzoated soy oil, and that this is not on the label. Then again, freeze-dried powdered muskrat would be "natural flavours" and entirely licit.)
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