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So, on the one hand I went to the local art supply store last night, and they were out of just about all the sizes of sketchbook I want and almost entirely out of Prismacolor pencils in general, never mind the soft core. The pencils made sense because apparently they'd recently had a sale, I don't know what was up with the sketchbooks. On the other hand I did get Mom's check, deposited it, and promptly spent about a quarter? of it on the sketchbooks I did want, the Prismacolor soft cores, and a shitload of research books. So now I'm set for drawing and beginning to be set for reading and researching and editing and so on for the foreseeable future.
Which is good because god knows what's going to even happen in the foreseeable future. I'm glad to be set for drawing supplies at least. The research for my writing... eh? It's good research materials. I'm not sure what's going to happen as far as censorship, availability of books, how that's going to affect my research. I did get my damn Arabic dictionary already. Probably should get the answer key to my Arabic books, but I don't think my Irish textbook is going to be very censored. The rest... no idea.
I sorted out, informally, what I'm going to be working on over the next year. Which turns out to be mostly short stories and a whole lot of editing of prior novels, hence the research. Which, to that end I really need to have signed up at
inkingitout so there, that's another place to hopefully hold me accountable for staying on target. Ahem.
(Editrix is really going to crawl down my chimney and murder me in my sleep one of these days.)
Work is really ramping up at the front of the store and not so much at the back, so... I'm not sure. I guess I get to enjoy the peace and quiet while I can? I don't get days off this year, which isn't the worst thing in the world, I'm not feeling in need of the quiet time if I get time off from capoeira, since all the community centers are closed Christmas and New Years' weekend. Buuuut I don't know. I do know that I need to get my head more organized about my writing projects once I finish up this short story and Turing Shrugged. Go back and re-read the one draft so I can finish that, and then send the finished draft off to at least two readers and maybe one or two others so I can tell if not having a central life or death conflict is okay. I mean, I'm pretty sure it is? But I've still gotten way used to central conflicts being life or death instead of college or not college. So it's a weird feeling of lack.
And then. And then. I've kind of got household projects going. Well, in terms of priorities. First is getting the garage skylight fixed. Then is possibly getting a floor to ceiling bookshelf in the office, and the office repainted. Then is getting the garage loft redone because that'll require warmer weather. Actually first might be getting curtain material for all the rooms, paycheck by paycheck, and sewing more curtains. Because fuck everything it is so fucking cold. In the office, both heavy curtain material and light curtain material so I can have curtains that block out drafts and block out sunlight but let in breezes. Blech.
But I have projects. I have somewhat priorities. I cleaned the damn office! Next up will either be the craft room or more office organizing, I'm not sure which. But I have energy to do these things, which means I'm slowly crawling out of my damn hole.
And tomorrow, calling and emailing my Senator about the Ingelligence committee because fuck everything to do with Russian government trying to take over our country. Fuck that.
Which is good because god knows what's going to even happen in the foreseeable future. I'm glad to be set for drawing supplies at least. The research for my writing... eh? It's good research materials. I'm not sure what's going to happen as far as censorship, availability of books, how that's going to affect my research. I did get my damn Arabic dictionary already. Probably should get the answer key to my Arabic books, but I don't think my Irish textbook is going to be very censored. The rest... no idea.
I sorted out, informally, what I'm going to be working on over the next year. Which turns out to be mostly short stories and a whole lot of editing of prior novels, hence the research. Which, to that end I really need to have signed up at
inkingitout so there, that's another place to hopefully hold me accountable for staying on target. Ahem.
(Editrix is really going to crawl down my chimney and murder me in my sleep one of these days.)
Work is really ramping up at the front of the store and not so much at the back, so... I'm not sure. I guess I get to enjoy the peace and quiet while I can? I don't get days off this year, which isn't the worst thing in the world, I'm not feeling in need of the quiet time if I get time off from capoeira, since all the community centers are closed Christmas and New Years' weekend. Buuuut I don't know. I do know that I need to get my head more organized about my writing projects once I finish up this short story and Turing Shrugged. Go back and re-read the one draft so I can finish that, and then send the finished draft off to at least two readers and maybe one or two others so I can tell if not having a central life or death conflict is okay. I mean, I'm pretty sure it is? But I've still gotten way used to central conflicts being life or death instead of college or not college. So it's a weird feeling of lack.
And then. And then. I've kind of got household projects going. Well, in terms of priorities. First is getting the garage skylight fixed. Then is possibly getting a floor to ceiling bookshelf in the office, and the office repainted. Then is getting the garage loft redone because that'll require warmer weather. Actually first might be getting curtain material for all the rooms, paycheck by paycheck, and sewing more curtains. Because fuck everything it is so fucking cold. In the office, both heavy curtain material and light curtain material so I can have curtains that block out drafts and block out sunlight but let in breezes. Blech.
But I have projects. I have somewhat priorities. I cleaned the damn office! Next up will either be the craft room or more office organizing, I'm not sure which. But I have energy to do these things, which means I'm slowly crawling out of my damn hole.
And tomorrow, calling and emailing my Senator about the Ingelligence committee because fuck everything to do with Russian government trying to take over our country. Fuck that.