Deeper in debt
This week and today especially feel so long. I'm getting myself back into my job search and feeling scared by it. I know I can do the jobs I've been interviewing for, but I need to be better about putting myself out there. In the hopes of being a little louder I wrote a new librarian blog post Inspiration and Mirrors: the stories I'm connecting to. It's mainly about 
seananmcguire and Charles Xavier as they're my touchstones of late.
Today on my way to work and on the way back, I was feeling quite aware of my personal space and every ache. I wish I hadn't been because the Ann Arbor Summer Festival starts tonight and I passed two free concerts but I didn't feel up to being around people. Work was full with two long reference phone calls where I ended up feeling lost and not sure how much I helped. I'm picking up more hours at work, because money's good and so is filling my time.
Tomorrow I'm going to give myself a day of self-care as I seriously need it with how job doubt and various pains are sneaking up on me. My plan is to try and wake up a little early for me, go to the Kerrytown Farmer's Market, spend some of my gift card at Zingerman's, maybe even buy some gin or rum at the liquor store and hopefully arrange or have a massage. I know if I arrange it, it'll probably be nicer but another part of me just wants to walk in somewhere and be taken care of. Any advice?
I'm growing to really love #FicFriday as writing is one of my favorite things and I adore the challenge of writing in a tweet. As always if I've missed a prompt or a fill, let me know. I always put them up the day of since I know if I wait too long, I'll lose them all.
For @thisisyourfault
PK & Leela, sailing the stars
He'd taken her on his ship and they'd kissed in the crow's nest. On her's, they kissed in the bridge as the stars went by.
Will & Guy, that felt good
Without her between them, around them, they didn't know what to do. They drank through a bottle of bourbon and spoke of her.
William, spring
Spring never felt that different, it was another season, calving took up all of his nights, they meant work and some hope.
Tiwa - sing
On her most birdlike days, there's always song in her words, a trill in her laugh that gets her a look. Be safe, be a girl.
Charles & Erik - hard to let go
For the first month after Cuba, he didn't touch his chess set. It hurt too much to truly acknowledge that Erik wasn't there.
Jane - she writes for him
In every story she refashions a moment of theirs from a touch to a ball, yet she knows that he will find them in her words.
Red + any of yours - trouble and triumph. I actually misread this one thinking of Red from Once Upon a Time, so there are two. One of Red Hiding Hood and Charles then one of Red from Seabiscuit and Jane.
He felt her growl shudder through him as she held out her cloak, "Run and return." Her eyes were afraid before she let go.
Standing hurts and knowing someone else is riding Pops. She tells him how she has finished her book, beginnings and endings.
For @zellyb
Please write me something happy and hopeful! With any characters/pairings you know I would enjoy. Ended up being AU Jane/Tom
He was certain he would never tire of her kisses or how she got ink on his neckcloths when she tugged him closer to her for anything.
For @yakalskovich
Moist looking at Saffron, Charles looking at Iris: - the differences between those charries. Ended up with slightly parallel fics as I couldn't figure out how to do direct comparison in tweets.
She's fire and danger, he loves how she knows every inch of herself, every lie is smooth, identifies shifted like her dresses.
She is light and finds more comfort in the touch of his mind than his hand. Kisses are new but delights for her as she learns.
For @miz_missy
Demeter, Show me spring
"Where is she, brother? Where is my daughter? I can't feel her and the ground cries out for Spring. Show her to me." Zeus did not.
For @babyduckie484
William and a Gameboy!
The buttons didn't make any sense and he didn't get the point of the little drawings that moved. Dime novels were far better.
For @afullmargin
Any of our characters: sweet, scars, ice cream, alone, family. Ended up Michael and William after some adventure.
His mouth was growing cold from the ice cream and the stitches on his arm ached as Michael rested in the infirmary, they did it.
Demeter - helping
The house was quiet except for the child's tears. Demeter rocked the little boy, singing of long agos until he smiled and slept.
William - waiting
He laid awake listening to Mark's breathing, how it went from rasping to almost quiet. When he heard a wheeze, he leaned closer.
For @bjornwylde
William - New Rose
William has never seen a lot of roses, the ones that survive in Arizona are hardy, seeming out of place beside cactus flowers.
Tumnus, penknife
His penknife was his father's, a simple knife with a bone handle that fits perfectly into his hand. With its help, history lived
For @athousanderrors
Charles, lemon meringue pie
The diner was in Virginia, the pie was sweet and tart and Erik was smirking as he picked up on Charles' enjoyment, "Happy?"
This entry is also posted at http://ceitfianna.dreamwidth.org/341593.html. Please comment wherever you'd like.
seananmcguire and Charles Xavier as they're my touchstones of late.
Today on my way to work and on the way back, I was feeling quite aware of my personal space and every ache. I wish I hadn't been because the Ann Arbor Summer Festival starts tonight and I passed two free concerts but I didn't feel up to being around people. Work was full with two long reference phone calls where I ended up feeling lost and not sure how much I helped. I'm picking up more hours at work, because money's good and so is filling my time.
Tomorrow I'm going to give myself a day of self-care as I seriously need it with how job doubt and various pains are sneaking up on me. My plan is to try and wake up a little early for me, go to the Kerrytown Farmer's Market, spend some of my gift card at Zingerman's, maybe even buy some gin or rum at the liquor store and hopefully arrange or have a massage. I know if I arrange it, it'll probably be nicer but another part of me just wants to walk in somewhere and be taken care of. Any advice?
I'm growing to really love #FicFriday as writing is one of my favorite things and I adore the challenge of writing in a tweet. As always if I've missed a prompt or a fill, let me know. I always put them up the day of since I know if I wait too long, I'll lose them all.
For @thisisyourfault
PK & Leela, sailing the stars
He'd taken her on his ship and they'd kissed in the crow's nest. On her's, they kissed in the bridge as the stars went by.
Will & Guy, that felt good
Without her between them, around them, they didn't know what to do. They drank through a bottle of bourbon and spoke of her.
William, spring
Spring never felt that different, it was another season, calving took up all of his nights, they meant work and some hope.
Tiwa - sing
On her most birdlike days, there's always song in her words, a trill in her laugh that gets her a look. Be safe, be a girl.
Charles & Erik - hard to let go
For the first month after Cuba, he didn't touch his chess set. It hurt too much to truly acknowledge that Erik wasn't there.
Jane - she writes for him
In every story she refashions a moment of theirs from a touch to a ball, yet she knows that he will find them in her words.
Red + any of yours - trouble and triumph. I actually misread this one thinking of Red from Once Upon a Time, so there are two. One of Red Hiding Hood and Charles then one of Red from Seabiscuit and Jane.
He felt her growl shudder through him as she held out her cloak, "Run and return." Her eyes were afraid before she let go.
Standing hurts and knowing someone else is riding Pops. She tells him how she has finished her book, beginnings and endings.
For @zellyb
Please write me something happy and hopeful! With any characters/pairings you know I would enjoy. Ended up being AU Jane/Tom
He was certain he would never tire of her kisses or how she got ink on his neckcloths when she tugged him closer to her for anything.
For @yakalskovich
Moist looking at Saffron, Charles looking at Iris: - the differences between those charries. Ended up with slightly parallel fics as I couldn't figure out how to do direct comparison in tweets.
She's fire and danger, he loves how she knows every inch of herself, every lie is smooth, identifies shifted like her dresses.
She is light and finds more comfort in the touch of his mind than his hand. Kisses are new but delights for her as she learns.
For @miz_missy
Demeter, Show me spring
"Where is she, brother? Where is my daughter? I can't feel her and the ground cries out for Spring. Show her to me." Zeus did not.
For @babyduckie484
William and a Gameboy!
The buttons didn't make any sense and he didn't get the point of the little drawings that moved. Dime novels were far better.
For @afullmargin
Any of our characters: sweet, scars, ice cream, alone, family. Ended up Michael and William after some adventure.
His mouth was growing cold from the ice cream and the stitches on his arm ached as Michael rested in the infirmary, they did it.
Demeter - helping
The house was quiet except for the child's tears. Demeter rocked the little boy, singing of long agos until he smiled and slept.
William - waiting
He laid awake listening to Mark's breathing, how it went from rasping to almost quiet. When he heard a wheeze, he leaned closer.
For @bjornwylde
William - New Rose
William has never seen a lot of roses, the ones that survive in Arizona are hardy, seeming out of place beside cactus flowers.
Tumnus, penknife
His penknife was his father's, a simple knife with a bone handle that fits perfectly into his hand. With its help, history lived
For @athousanderrors
Charles, lemon meringue pie
The diner was in Virginia, the pie was sweet and tart and Erik was smirking as he picked up on Charles' enjoyment, "Happy?"
This entry is also posted at http://ceitfianna.dreamwidth.org/341593.html. Please comment wherever you'd like.