The grinding progression towards the possibility that I might be able to unpack the Despair Boxes as soon as next month continues.
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artan: We might be able to put things in your office as soon as September!
Me: Ha ha... wait... that's... in less than two weeks. What is time.)
The current status of the project that is in my room is something like:
The holes in the walls in the office are repaired; the office has been painted; the bedroom has been moved into the office; the wallpaper around the holes in the bathroom wall has been stripped.artan has gotten the wood for the desk/shelves construction as of this morning.
Tomorrow, a plasterer comes to fix the holes in the bedroom and bathroom (and around the front door, and over the dining room table, and whatever else we've turned up). Then there will be sanding in the bedroom, and painting, and then putting the shelves back up, and then cleaning the floor of all the dust and debris, and then! We move the bedroom furniture back in! We clean the floor on the other side! We theoretically start moving things up from the basement! The desk/shelves get built and installed! I have an office! Theoretically.
Also tomorrow morning, the mason! For ongoing stonework shenanigans! Because that whole project is a slow-rolling nightmare of stress all around that I haven't even had the spoons to talk about effectively!
Also there's a bunch of other things.
KJ and the junior monkeys have been doing an online camp run by the Bronx Zoo this week - Oldest on wildlife careers and the juniors on animal senses. KJ has been having a grand time looking at all of these options and is currently latched on hard to habitat design because that is her current obsession. We picked up a free fishtank from someone at church who was giving one away, and will be scooping out the surviving mama guppy and the guppet babies from the turtle tank so she can experiment with fish breeding and habitat design (she has a friend who wants any surplus male fish, plus of course there is the running sushi night for the turtle with culls).
The juniors have been... alternately entranced by and refusing to pay attention to their own online camp, though today AR asked a whole lot of questions about the tarantula that they were 'meeting' on screen. (And yesterday I brought Mo up to join them when they were 'meeting' another royal python.) The zoo staff was also super excited by my nearly life-sized plush lemon shark on shark day.
FM had a Harry Potter theatre camp last week which was alternately good and a source of infinite drama; this week she's both at loose ends and obsessed with Animal Crossing. Sometimes she brings the juniors to watch her play Animal Crossing or play a bit in her world, which is a diversion for them.
I had decided I wasn't going to submit to Lackington's and then I got an attack story that is definitely experimental prose so that got written fast and then through several rounds of editorial because it really needed to be fleshed from its initial skeleton. Which meant 'Havejenett read it', 'fix bits', 'Have KJ read it', 'fix bits', 'Have artan read it', 'fix bits', have jenett read it again', 'fix bits', 'Have brooksmoses read it', 'fix things', 'have Teine read it'.... Even though every round of fixes added words it came in at around 2500 and that's awfully weird for me, I never write that short.
Working on a Necessity story for a CFS with no stated deadline so that's my priority at the moment, though I'm slightly stuck on a plotting problem (I know how the story goes from here but under normal circumstances the characters I've introduced wouldn't be involved in the actual plot after their current position, so I need to figure out how to move it without abandoning them or breaking their worldbuilding). Have two things started for the ZNB call that's funding and who knows I might hit a third by the end of the year.
Have a story in submission where I'm tempted to put an explicit dedication in my bio to Andy Bell and Isabel Fall. Not that it's been bought or anything, just. It's in submission. The world is weird.
The Recognizing Fascism kickstarter is still ongoing and stretching to fund an audiobook. There is a one-minute clip of me reading a chunk of the middle of "The Company Store". I wrote about Rory's world here and about some of the personal aspects of Rory's life here.
Brain currently half-devoured by - I took a course on adapting novels into RPG settings and I actually think I have something nifty going on here and now I'm trying to figure out how to do bits of it and augh my brain, my brain, it is stuck. I am trying to explode out all the things I know and getting snarled on how much of it there is and also WHAT DID I NAME THAT IN PASSING because the geopolitics that matter to a game system are not as relevant in a cozy and....
I am pretty sure there was more but it has fallen out of my head in the deluge of all the everything while I have been trying to write this. I have not yet resorted to day drinking.
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artan: We might be able to put things in your office as soon as September!Me: Ha ha... wait... that's... in less than two weeks. What is time.)
The current status of the project that is in my room is something like:
The holes in the walls in the office are repaired; the office has been painted; the bedroom has been moved into the office; the wallpaper around the holes in the bathroom wall has been stripped.
artan has gotten the wood for the desk/shelves construction as of this morning.Tomorrow, a plasterer comes to fix the holes in the bedroom and bathroom (and around the front door, and over the dining room table, and whatever else we've turned up). Then there will be sanding in the bedroom, and painting, and then putting the shelves back up, and then cleaning the floor of all the dust and debris, and then! We move the bedroom furniture back in! We clean the floor on the other side! We theoretically start moving things up from the basement! The desk/shelves get built and installed! I have an office! Theoretically.
Also tomorrow morning, the mason! For ongoing stonework shenanigans! Because that whole project is a slow-rolling nightmare of stress all around that I haven't even had the spoons to talk about effectively!
Also there's a bunch of other things.
KJ and the junior monkeys have been doing an online camp run by the Bronx Zoo this week - Oldest on wildlife careers and the juniors on animal senses. KJ has been having a grand time looking at all of these options and is currently latched on hard to habitat design because that is her current obsession. We picked up a free fishtank from someone at church who was giving one away, and will be scooping out the surviving mama guppy and the guppet babies from the turtle tank so she can experiment with fish breeding and habitat design (she has a friend who wants any surplus male fish, plus of course there is the running sushi night for the turtle with culls).
The juniors have been... alternately entranced by and refusing to pay attention to their own online camp, though today AR asked a whole lot of questions about the tarantula that they were 'meeting' on screen. (And yesterday I brought Mo up to join them when they were 'meeting' another royal python.) The zoo staff was also super excited by my nearly life-sized plush lemon shark on shark day.
FM had a Harry Potter theatre camp last week which was alternately good and a source of infinite drama; this week she's both at loose ends and obsessed with Animal Crossing. Sometimes she brings the juniors to watch her play Animal Crossing or play a bit in her world, which is a diversion for them.
I had decided I wasn't going to submit to Lackington's and then I got an attack story that is definitely experimental prose so that got written fast and then through several rounds of editorial because it really needed to be fleshed from its initial skeleton. Which meant 'Have
jenett read it', 'fix bits', 'Have KJ read it', 'fix bits', 'Have artan read it', 'fix bits', have jenett read it again', 'fix bits', 'Have brooksmoses read it', 'fix things', 'have Teine read it'.... Even though every round of fixes added words it came in at around 2500 and that's awfully weird for me, I never write that short.Working on a Necessity story for a CFS with no stated deadline so that's my priority at the moment, though I'm slightly stuck on a plotting problem (I know how the story goes from here but under normal circumstances the characters I've introduced wouldn't be involved in the actual plot after their current position, so I need to figure out how to move it without abandoning them or breaking their worldbuilding). Have two things started for the ZNB call that's funding and who knows I might hit a third by the end of the year.
Have a story in submission where I'm tempted to put an explicit dedication in my bio to Andy Bell and Isabel Fall. Not that it's been bought or anything, just. It's in submission. The world is weird.
The Recognizing Fascism kickstarter is still ongoing and stretching to fund an audiobook. There is a one-minute clip of me reading a chunk of the middle of "The Company Store". I wrote about Rory's world here and about some of the personal aspects of Rory's life here.
Brain currently half-devoured by - I took a course on adapting novels into RPG settings and I actually think I have something nifty going on here and now I'm trying to figure out how to do bits of it and augh my brain, my brain, it is stuck. I am trying to explode out all the things I know and getting snarled on how much of it there is and also WHAT DID I NAME THAT IN PASSING because the geopolitics that matter to a game system are not as relevant in a cozy and....
I am pretty sure there was more but it has fallen out of my head in the deluge of all the everything while I have been trying to write this. I have not yet resorted to day drinking.
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That is for sure a lot!
Hope the tradesfolk ply their trades with excellence and dispatch.
Especially if you are sanding plaster, it can be a useful task to have a child hold the vacuum cleaner nozzle right where you are sanding. Gives the plaster dust the minimum opportunity to escape and cause havoc.
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You're welcome!
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I won't come in though.
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Yay!