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1. Before anything, so apparently USA Today has an online-only montly column on fanfiction. Today's column featured three Sherlock fanfics... and Mise en Place was one of them. Which is pretty cool. The column itself seems very fanfic-positive, and there doesn't seem to be much blowback from previous columns, so I figure all good things.
2. Writing the Original Omegaverse (which does have a title, but it's a really stupid one, not anywhere as good as Fornicatio Autem, even, and that's saying something) is going pretty well, except I've had a gross lack of time in which to write it the last few days because of point #3. I'm almost done with Part Two, though, and then it's Part Three, and I think I might be... well, not done-done, I imagine I could keep writing about Antonio and Ethan a bit longer, but I'll be done with this particular story. I think.
The only question is what I do with it next. I mean, after my own edits (of which I know there'll be several, I tend to world-build as I go). If it was fanfic, I wouldn't even hesitate, I'd just send a note to my Usual Suspects and say, "Okay, who wants it?" Except... it's not fanfic, it's original and it's something I intend to sell, and it seems a little... well, wrong, to ask people to look at it without any kind of renumeration. But I also have no idea how much I'd actually make on it (heck, if I earn $50, I'd be pleased), or what to offer, or anything, really.
3. Part of the reason I'm having trouble with the writing the last few days is less because of the writing and more because of the time factor. Sunday, the cable and internet went out and we didn't get it back until Monday. You'd think this would actually be helpful in terms of writing, and if it were only me in the house, this would be true - except it meant that Andrew didn't have PBS Kids and demanded one-on-one entertainment, and thus we spent a lot of time out of the house and doing things.
(I swear, I do not actually stick him in front of the TV so that I can write. Okay, I might do that once in a while. For, like, ten minutes, tops, but that's because he likes me to watch PBS Kids with him. Which is fine, as long as it's not Caillou. Peg + Cat is totally my favorite, even though I'm not sure why she's always yelling.)
And then Monday I finally broke down and went to the doctor for TMI reasons which I will not get into but[Spoiler (click to open)]
I blame Charlie and the fact that he is way too heavy although really he probably has nothing to do with it and I think I need more fiber in my diet and sitting down was super uncomfortable and there you go, if you've had them you will know what I'm talking about and if you haven't had them trust me, you're better off.
So that put me out of commission for all of Monday, and Monday evening I was horrifically ill to the point that I went to bed at 7pm, leaving both children with Bill.
Who promptly called a neighbor, who came over with her college-age daughter who has babysat for us a few times now, and Andrew adores her, and between the three of them, they did the work of one me. (That's how Bill put it the next morning, anyway.) And I woke up around 10pm, because Charlie was super unhappy with the service, and Bill handed him over and said, "Please fix this baby." So I did, despite still being in somewhat uncomfortable discomfort not-quite-pain, and after that I couldn't get back to sleep for a bit, which is why I was actually awake at midnight to fire off emails to various peoples.
Anyway, the TMI issue is... better, but not fixed, and one of the things I'm supposed to be doing is to take Epsom salt baths 5-6 times a day, for about 10-20 minutes at a time.
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
*breath*
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
Ooo, that was a good laugh. I managed two baths yesterday. I managed one and a half today, because Cleo decided to wake Charlie up maybe three minutes into the second bath.
And now I'm nearly out of salt (I think I may be using too much; I've been eyeballing it instead of actually measuring), so I'll need to pick up more tomorrow. And if the TMI issue is not fixed by next week.... well. We'll cross that bridge next week. Bleh.
On the bright side, though... last year I was trying to be good and exercise more and eat healthier with more veggies and fewer carbs. And I.... lost pretty much no weight whatsoever. And this year, I sort of let all of that go to hell and I haven't really excercised except for tap class since Charlie and I've been eating terribly and... they weighed me at the doctor's on Monday and I weigh exactly the same as I did last year.
Conclusion: I can pretty much do whatever the hell I want, I will never actually lose the last 20 pounds I'd like to lose. Bring on the chocolate cookies.*
* I am mostly kidding. I mean... bring on the cookies, but I'm still going to tap class and eating salads.
2. Writing the Original Omegaverse (which does have a title, but it's a really stupid one, not anywhere as good as Fornicatio Autem, even, and that's saying something) is going pretty well, except I've had a gross lack of time in which to write it the last few days because of point #3. I'm almost done with Part Two, though, and then it's Part Three, and I think I might be... well, not done-done, I imagine I could keep writing about Antonio and Ethan a bit longer, but I'll be done with this particular story. I think.
The only question is what I do with it next. I mean, after my own edits (of which I know there'll be several, I tend to world-build as I go). If it was fanfic, I wouldn't even hesitate, I'd just send a note to my Usual Suspects and say, "Okay, who wants it?" Except... it's not fanfic, it's original and it's something I intend to sell, and it seems a little... well, wrong, to ask people to look at it without any kind of renumeration. But I also have no idea how much I'd actually make on it (heck, if I earn $50, I'd be pleased), or what to offer, or anything, really.
3. Part of the reason I'm having trouble with the writing the last few days is less because of the writing and more because of the time factor. Sunday, the cable and internet went out and we didn't get it back until Monday. You'd think this would actually be helpful in terms of writing, and if it were only me in the house, this would be true - except it meant that Andrew didn't have PBS Kids and demanded one-on-one entertainment, and thus we spent a lot of time out of the house and doing things.
(I swear, I do not actually stick him in front of the TV so that I can write. Okay, I might do that once in a while. For, like, ten minutes, tops, but that's because he likes me to watch PBS Kids with him. Which is fine, as long as it's not Caillou. Peg + Cat is totally my favorite, even though I'm not sure why she's always yelling.)
And then Monday I finally broke down and went to the doctor for TMI reasons which I will not get into but[Spoiler (click to open)]
I blame Charlie and the fact that he is way too heavy although really he probably has nothing to do with it and I think I need more fiber in my diet and sitting down was super uncomfortable and there you go, if you've had them you will know what I'm talking about and if you haven't had them trust me, you're better off.
So that put me out of commission for all of Monday, and Monday evening I was horrifically ill to the point that I went to bed at 7pm, leaving both children with Bill.
Who promptly called a neighbor, who came over with her college-age daughter who has babysat for us a few times now, and Andrew adores her, and between the three of them, they did the work of one me. (That's how Bill put it the next morning, anyway.) And I woke up around 10pm, because Charlie was super unhappy with the service, and Bill handed him over and said, "Please fix this baby." So I did, despite still being in somewhat uncomfortable discomfort not-quite-pain, and after that I couldn't get back to sleep for a bit, which is why I was actually awake at midnight to fire off emails to various peoples.
Anyway, the TMI issue is... better, but not fixed, and one of the things I'm supposed to be doing is to take Epsom salt baths 5-6 times a day, for about 10-20 minutes at a time.
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
*breath*
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
Ooo, that was a good laugh. I managed two baths yesterday. I managed one and a half today, because Cleo decided to wake Charlie up maybe three minutes into the second bath.
And now I'm nearly out of salt (I think I may be using too much; I've been eyeballing it instead of actually measuring), so I'll need to pick up more tomorrow. And if the TMI issue is not fixed by next week.... well. We'll cross that bridge next week. Bleh.
On the bright side, though... last year I was trying to be good and exercise more and eat healthier with more veggies and fewer carbs. And I.... lost pretty much no weight whatsoever. And this year, I sort of let all of that go to hell and I haven't really excercised except for tap class since Charlie and I've been eating terribly and... they weighed me at the doctor's on Monday and I weigh exactly the same as I did last year.
Conclusion: I can pretty much do whatever the hell I want, I will never actually lose the last 20 pounds I'd like to lose. Bring on the chocolate cookies.*
* I am mostly kidding. I mean... bring on the cookies, but I'm still going to tap class and eating salads.