I'm not dead
Two months away from NZ turned into 5 months, followed by several different countries, my trying and finishing a fic, deciding it kind of sucked, and back-burnering it for later resuscitation. Props to
adina_atl and peasant_ to reading over it, and hopefully it will see the light of day soon.
I've started on another one that I like much better. I'll be working on it in between cover letters and my resume, because I'm being made redundant at work. Without work my visa expires, and without a visa I have to leave New Zealand. Thus, busy.
I've moved out of my flat, arranged for things to go back to the states, and am trying to sort out financials. Back in the US, I have a hard bite from one resume I dangled in the water and an expression of interest from a second...but not yet, not yet, not yet.
It's also taken 3 weeks after getting off that ship to get my insides back in proper working order. Between a diet of starch and meat and a nasty airplane cold, I just wasn't right for a while. Three weeks of progressively more and more dried fruit and orange juice did most of it, and a soak in the hot springs in Rotovegas oughtta take care of the rest.
Also, I ate more sausage and pork on that damn ship than I had in months. And not the kind of sausage I wanted. (That would be spicy elgin with jalapenos.) Over even that kind of sausage. Believe me, I would absolutely love to go down on a willing sort, nice and slow and easy...but I don't want to see, touch, or taste pale, flaccid canned bockworst ever again. Ever. I mean it.
adina_atl and peasant_ to reading over it, and hopefully it will see the light of day soon.
I've started on another one that I like much better. I'll be working on it in between cover letters and my resume, because I'm being made redundant at work. Without work my visa expires, and without a visa I have to leave New Zealand. Thus, busy.
I've moved out of my flat, arranged for things to go back to the states, and am trying to sort out financials. Back in the US, I have a hard bite from one resume I dangled in the water and an expression of interest from a second...but not yet, not yet, not yet.
It's also taken 3 weeks after getting off that ship to get my insides back in proper working order. Between a diet of starch and meat and a nasty airplane cold, I just wasn't right for a while. Three weeks of progressively more and more dried fruit and orange juice did most of it, and a soak in the hot springs in Rotovegas oughtta take care of the rest.
Also, I ate more sausage and pork on that damn ship than I had in months. And not the kind of sausage I wanted. (That would be spicy elgin with jalapenos.) Over even that kind of sausage. Believe me, I would absolutely love to go down on a willing sort, nice and slow and easy...but I don't want to see, touch, or taste pale, flaccid canned bockworst ever again. Ever. I mean it.