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This week has been fairly interesting/busy in terms of RL. Random Project of the Week started when I was at the allotment on Sunday and swearing about the sheer amount of dandelions growing there, which prompted me to declare that if they were going to grow there anyway, they were going to get eaten just like everything else. Hence snap decision to take up home brewing and now there is a demijohn of dandelion wine fermenting in my kitchen. But boy, that was a LOT of work.
Can't remember which day it was but at some point I actually looked up setting up a ficathon on AO3 and kind of decided "okay, I'm doing this thing" and after much, much tweaking and hashing out of rules and tagsets now that is already live and going ahead.
I decided to go to the local hippyish wildcrafts camp that I've kind of been aware of the last three years and signed up as staff so I don't have to pay anything. I'll be doing a kitchen shift each day. But at 4 1/2 hours a shift it'll still be less work than the retreat that I helped to run by doing all the cooking pretty much by myself. So next week I will be camping from about Wednesday onwards until the following Thursday. It's pretty close, so I will probably be able to hop on the bus back home to check the internet for any Troubled Tales related queries and messages.
The seriously killer backache that's been plaguing me for the last 4 weeks is almost gone. Hopefully it will be gone before I have to sleep in a tent and not get immediately aggravated to come back again (although I'm sure I'll have plenty of other aches after a few nights sleeping in a tent).
Yesterday I wrote 6000 words on the last chapter of Clockwork and I'm really psyched that I can finish it before I go away. I want to take a printout of House Divided's draft-so-far with me along with a new notebook. Clockwork's notebook will NOT be camping. No way am I risking 30k of untyped draft on getting lost or damaged in a week in a tent.
I also sent a letter to my aunt, who is unwell, with random jewelry and pompoms and cheer-up things in the envelope, for which I was charged extortionately for first class postage at the post office.
But hey, at least the satisfaction of actually wrapping my head around DOING things that I'd said I'd do.
Because right now? Period started last night, and I can't go to the allotment as I'd planned because doing that on the first day was what brought on the killer backache last time. I owe betas and there are a million other things I need to be doing, finishing stuff off and writing Clockwork and typing the partial draft of House, or just plain tidying my damn kitchen which got demolished by the winemaking project. But I downloaded nearly all 10 seasons of Ghost Adventures on my parents' broadband the last few days and right now all I want to do is marathon Zak Bagans being Loud and chasing ghosts. I am a sad, sad human being.
Can't remember which day it was but at some point I actually looked up setting up a ficathon on AO3 and kind of decided "okay, I'm doing this thing" and after much, much tweaking and hashing out of rules and tagsets now that is already live and going ahead.
I decided to go to the local hippyish wildcrafts camp that I've kind of been aware of the last three years and signed up as staff so I don't have to pay anything. I'll be doing a kitchen shift each day. But at 4 1/2 hours a shift it'll still be less work than the retreat that I helped to run by doing all the cooking pretty much by myself. So next week I will be camping from about Wednesday onwards until the following Thursday. It's pretty close, so I will probably be able to hop on the bus back home to check the internet for any Troubled Tales related queries and messages.
The seriously killer backache that's been plaguing me for the last 4 weeks is almost gone. Hopefully it will be gone before I have to sleep in a tent and not get immediately aggravated to come back again (although I'm sure I'll have plenty of other aches after a few nights sleeping in a tent).
Yesterday I wrote 6000 words on the last chapter of Clockwork and I'm really psyched that I can finish it before I go away. I want to take a printout of House Divided's draft-so-far with me along with a new notebook. Clockwork's notebook will NOT be camping. No way am I risking 30k of untyped draft on getting lost or damaged in a week in a tent.
I also sent a letter to my aunt, who is unwell, with random jewelry and pompoms and cheer-up things in the envelope, for which I was charged extortionately for first class postage at the post office.
But hey, at least the satisfaction of actually wrapping my head around DOING things that I'd said I'd do.
Because right now? Period started last night, and I can't go to the allotment as I'd planned because doing that on the first day was what brought on the killer backache last time. I owe betas and there are a million other things I need to be doing, finishing stuff off and writing Clockwork and typing the partial draft of House, or just plain tidying my damn kitchen which got demolished by the winemaking project. But I downloaded nearly all 10 seasons of Ghost Adventures on my parents' broadband the last few days and right now all I want to do is marathon Zak Bagans being Loud and chasing ghosts. I am a sad, sad human being.
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