I've noticed that I tend to post on Thursdays, which is strange because it's one of my busier days, meeting-wise. Go figure.
Here are the thoughts I've collected over the past week or so:
1. I recently received my first comment on AO3 for the only story I've managed to post there, an old Firefly story called
The Last Time I Saw Malcolm Reynolds. The comment was lovely, and it was nice to know that someone had actually read the story, but mostly it reminded me that I should be posting more (all?) of my fic there and really trying out the archive.
garryowen was kind enough to give me an invite; I feel like I'm not doing her gift justice!
2. I think I might actually have a complete draft of my "we" story by the beginning of next week, thanks to lots of hand-holding from
emluv and lots of encouragement from my partner-in-blood-pacts,
garryowen. I realized recently that I haven't actually posted a story since *March*, so it feels pretty good to be almost there with one, finally.
3. I've been helping A with her final school project for the past two weeks, and we're almost done, and I'm so impressed by her creativity and innovation. I know she's my child and so it's natural that I think she's perfect, but this is more than that. Her mind is amazing.
4. I recently had the garden de-forested (!), and the landscapers pulled out a dead tree and replaced it with a
podocarpus, which is the strangest conifer imaginable. It's fluffy (really), with long, light green, non-pinchy needles; its branches look like they're covered with green puff balls. Before we moved here, we thought that Dr Seuss was drawing fantastical landscapes. It wasn't until we started to see the typical flora here, plants like flax and podocarpus and other trees I don't know the name of, that we realized that Dr Suess was drawing *realistic* landscapes. Which is a roundabout way of saying that we now have a truffula tree in our backyard. But no Lorax. (Yet.)
5. I carried L to sleep in her bed last night, and apparently she sleepwalked back to ours. I woke up this morning with her snuggled beside me, and when I asked her, neither of us could remember when she came. I'm telling myself not to worry, because I think maybe she just forgot that she got up and left her room.
6. I signed up for hurt/comfort bingo (
hc_bingo), because I am insane. This is my card:
self-harm
wings (sudden onset)
exhaustion
vampires: sun burn or poisoning
slaves (regular)
nausea
forced marriage
hazing
counseling / therapy
character is shown the error of his or her ways
head trauma
motion sickness
WILD CARD
pining: confession in desperate situation
drowning
monophobia (fear of being alone)
body dysmorphic disorder
abandonment issues
toothache
electrocution
lacerations/knife wounds
experiments by evil scientists
sensory deprivation
fear of flying
asphyxiation
Needing to post just one story towards this by the end of the calendar year should be doable, right?
7. There were other thoughts I collected, but I've forgotten them all in the mess of html above. Next time, I guess.
ETA: So I keep trying to lj-cut the table above, but I can't get it to work. I know it's been a while since I did this, but this is ridiculous. SORRY for cluttering flists with a too-large post!