Day in the Life
Spent my morning and early afternoon working on the work-from-home day job project that's scheduled for the next two weeks. Or rather, correcting and communicating with the client about a project. Just got back the results of a smaller test load, and unfortunately that led to me needing to go back and change a lot of stuff. Not mistakes on my part, just, "Oh, the software apparently needs it to be done this way," stuff. Drop-down menus had to be changed, things had to be loaded in a different order. Blech. But fixed!
Afternoon was writing. I got my quota of words for The Circus of Brass and Bone done, had some fun with a big reveal. And the last scene for this story arc revealed itself, which made me giggle evilly. This episode's going to be a short one, but I think there's enough in it that it'll be fun. Another couple of thousand words tomorrow and it won't even be a short one. I just am not sure I'll get to my visualized end point. Hrm.
Phil came home early from work, bearing groceries. He worked 2nd shift for the rest of the week, so his boss basically told him that he should really leave early today. Phil curled up on the couch, covered his face with one of my t-shirts that was sitting on the coffee table (folding laundry), and fell asleep. Girl kitty slept on top of the couch cushions near his feet. It was cute.
I switched to dice-guided chores while he slept, which led to me getting to some of my action-needed email notes (yes, I understand that this may all be gibberish to you). I applied to join an online writing group that's for semi-pro+ writers only, which is pretty exciting. I guess even one pro-level sale is good for something after all! (Besides money, that is. That money was good.) And I sent in a writing sample for a work-for-hire medieval fantasy gig, which--fingers crossed. Finding ways to work within constraints is an enjoyable writing exercise for me, so it would be fun.
Eventually Phil woke up and I fed him cheese sandwiches and chili. I thought I was making cheese sandwiches and tomato soup, but when I opened up the untouched, packaged containers of soup that I'd scavenged from a day job (when I was filling in at the law firm) meeting, they were surprise! chili.
We watched Hostel while eating and then while I folded laundry. (At some point in there peoples stopped by to borrow our massive cooler, which led to Phil needing to remove all the excess beer left over from the sumo party. He does not consider it excessive.) Hostel did some nice tricks, especially in the beginning, which is mostly set-up and foreshadowing and creepy bits. I'm not a fan, though. It was okay, rape-free and with an Abra-approved ending, and the gore was genuinely horrific, but it just didn't...click.
Watching this, plus finally finishing a disk of Breaking Bad a couple of days ago, means that both our Netflix disks are out. That's the first time that's happened in, um, longer than I care to admit. I've felt really stressed-out and busy for quite a while (for example, this weekend I might actually not have a day job work project that must get done! Gasp!), so I haven't been willing to sit down for more than an hour in the evening. Feeling a little more on top of things now, despite being behind on writing and everything.
After the movie, the dice said I should garden. Twice in a row. Well, okay, it's dark out, but I really did need to move the plants indoors and deal with two sprawly viney things that keep trying to eat my furniture. I do not really know how to deal with the sprawly viney things, but I trimmed them back a lot, tried recoiling some of the vines into the pots, and put the better-looking cuttings in a big glass vase with water. Because more greenery is good, especially in winter. Although perhaps the viney destructo-plants would not have been my first choice. And I cleaned out a bunch of dead leaves and things and watered everything. I moved my soon-to-be-four-feet-tall palm plant inside, and the strawberry plant that hypothetically should continue bearing fruit throughout the winter, and the viney beasts, and a petunia plant that I am unsure will survive, but which has started growing shoots again.
Meanwhile, Phil started making mummified bacon jalapeno bombs. Those who were present at the last part of the sumo party will be relieved to know that they did not require flipping.
Then I wrote this post. Because I haven't written a long, here's-what-I'm-doing post in a while. And I like reading them. Feels a bit more like real communication than the one-sentence updates. (I plan to do more where-I'm-at posts in November.)
Afternoon was writing. I got my quota of words for The Circus of Brass and Bone done, had some fun with a big reveal. And the last scene for this story arc revealed itself, which made me giggle evilly. This episode's going to be a short one, but I think there's enough in it that it'll be fun. Another couple of thousand words tomorrow and it won't even be a short one. I just am not sure I'll get to my visualized end point. Hrm.
Phil came home early from work, bearing groceries. He worked 2nd shift for the rest of the week, so his boss basically told him that he should really leave early today. Phil curled up on the couch, covered his face with one of my t-shirts that was sitting on the coffee table (folding laundry), and fell asleep. Girl kitty slept on top of the couch cushions near his feet. It was cute.
I switched to dice-guided chores while he slept, which led to me getting to some of my action-needed email notes (yes, I understand that this may all be gibberish to you). I applied to join an online writing group that's for semi-pro+ writers only, which is pretty exciting. I guess even one pro-level sale is good for something after all! (Besides money, that is. That money was good.) And I sent in a writing sample for a work-for-hire medieval fantasy gig, which--fingers crossed. Finding ways to work within constraints is an enjoyable writing exercise for me, so it would be fun.
Eventually Phil woke up and I fed him cheese sandwiches and chili. I thought I was making cheese sandwiches and tomato soup, but when I opened up the untouched, packaged containers of soup that I'd scavenged from a day job (when I was filling in at the law firm) meeting, they were surprise! chili.
We watched Hostel while eating and then while I folded laundry. (At some point in there peoples stopped by to borrow our massive cooler, which led to Phil needing to remove all the excess beer left over from the sumo party. He does not consider it excessive.) Hostel did some nice tricks, especially in the beginning, which is mostly set-up and foreshadowing and creepy bits. I'm not a fan, though. It was okay, rape-free and with an Abra-approved ending, and the gore was genuinely horrific, but it just didn't...click.
Watching this, plus finally finishing a disk of Breaking Bad a couple of days ago, means that both our Netflix disks are out. That's the first time that's happened in, um, longer than I care to admit. I've felt really stressed-out and busy for quite a while (for example, this weekend I might actually not have a day job work project that must get done! Gasp!), so I haven't been willing to sit down for more than an hour in the evening. Feeling a little more on top of things now, despite being behind on writing and everything.
After the movie, the dice said I should garden. Twice in a row. Well, okay, it's dark out, but I really did need to move the plants indoors and deal with two sprawly viney things that keep trying to eat my furniture. I do not really know how to deal with the sprawly viney things, but I trimmed them back a lot, tried recoiling some of the vines into the pots, and put the better-looking cuttings in a big glass vase with water. Because more greenery is good, especially in winter. Although perhaps the viney destructo-plants would not have been my first choice. And I cleaned out a bunch of dead leaves and things and watered everything. I moved my soon-to-be-four-feet-tall palm plant inside, and the strawberry plant that hypothetically should continue bearing fruit throughout the winter, and the viney beasts, and a petunia plant that I am unsure will survive, but which has started growing shoots again.
Meanwhile, Phil started making mummified bacon jalapeno bombs. Those who were present at the last part of the sumo party will be relieved to know that they did not require flipping.
Then I wrote this post. Because I haven't written a long, here's-what-I'm-doing post in a while. And I like reading them. Feels a bit more like real communication than the one-sentence updates. (I plan to do more where-I'm-at posts in November.)