five unrelated things
1. Cycling up a steep hill into a headwind and with about 10kg of grocery shopping on the bike is seriously hard work. On the bright side, once I got to the top I didn't have to pedal again until I was practically home. But my legs are rather sore now.
2. I have put my name forward for Remix Madness! I may even be writing something; in fact I wrote about a thousand words of something yesterday morning. But it needs more twisty politics to make it work.
3. I know I was moaning about my son the other day, but he has developed some wonderful new skills lately. In particular, he can sing! Not words, of course, but if you sing a melody to him he can repeat it, and his pitch is pretty flawless to my ear. He struggles with the rhythm, but the notes are generally right and he remembers the tunes well and sings them independently, without me singing them to him first. I am so impressed with this. His development is always like this: all my efforts appear utterly fruitless, and then out of the blue he shows some new skill. So now we have singing lessons on the way to school: I sing stuff to him, and he sings it back, and sometimes comes out with variations on it and we have a little musical dialogue. He seems to really enjoy this.
4. My long fics are struggling on. Well, the Alys/Simon fic is doing fairly well; I've managed to get the new drafts of the first two chapters sorted out and will hopefully get on with the third soon. And Lovers in Arms just needs a large dose of forward momentum, because I know most of the plot for that now. But The Nature of Kings is stucker than a stuck thing; I can't get the plot or the sex or anything else to happen at the moment, they're just sitting there staring at each other.
5. Have a drabble about Piotr and Escobar:
Ezar had sent Aral and Serg to Escobar, and Serg had returned a dead hero, and Aral a live one. That was all Piotr needed to know. The inner workings of plots were invariably dull and absurd, and you could tell all you needed to know from the outlines. Aral's support was strong, and Serg's was broken. Grishnov was down, and Negri was up, and Aral had Negri's second following him around as Negri had once trailed Ezar. So Piotr knew that soon, by Ezar's will, his hands would be between his son's. He had, after all, taught Ezar himself.
ETA: Oh, and a sixth thing. I have been listening to this song pretty much continuously for the past three days. Greensleeves has always been one of my absolute favourite pieces of music, and the King's Singers do it so absolutely perfectly that it almost hurts. And the flute! It's just joy to listen to. Greensleeves by the King's Singers
Crossposted at http://philomytha.dreamwidth.org/77855.html
2. I have put my name forward for Remix Madness! I may even be writing something; in fact I wrote about a thousand words of something yesterday morning. But it needs more twisty politics to make it work.
3. I know I was moaning about my son the other day, but he has developed some wonderful new skills lately. In particular, he can sing! Not words, of course, but if you sing a melody to him he can repeat it, and his pitch is pretty flawless to my ear. He struggles with the rhythm, but the notes are generally right and he remembers the tunes well and sings them independently, without me singing them to him first. I am so impressed with this. His development is always like this: all my efforts appear utterly fruitless, and then out of the blue he shows some new skill. So now we have singing lessons on the way to school: I sing stuff to him, and he sings it back, and sometimes comes out with variations on it and we have a little musical dialogue. He seems to really enjoy this.
4. My long fics are struggling on. Well, the Alys/Simon fic is doing fairly well; I've managed to get the new drafts of the first two chapters sorted out and will hopefully get on with the third soon. And Lovers in Arms just needs a large dose of forward momentum, because I know most of the plot for that now. But The Nature of Kings is stucker than a stuck thing; I can't get the plot or the sex or anything else to happen at the moment, they're just sitting there staring at each other.
5. Have a drabble about Piotr and Escobar:
Ezar had sent Aral and Serg to Escobar, and Serg had returned a dead hero, and Aral a live one. That was all Piotr needed to know. The inner workings of plots were invariably dull and absurd, and you could tell all you needed to know from the outlines. Aral's support was strong, and Serg's was broken. Grishnov was down, and Negri was up, and Aral had Negri's second following him around as Negri had once trailed Ezar. So Piotr knew that soon, by Ezar's will, his hands would be between his son's. He had, after all, taught Ezar himself.
ETA: Oh, and a sixth thing. I have been listening to this song pretty much continuously for the past three days. Greensleeves has always been one of my absolute favourite pieces of music, and the King's Singers do it so absolutely perfectly that it almost hurts. And the flute! It's just joy to listen to. Greensleeves by the King's Singers
Crossposted at http://philomytha.dreamwidth.org/77855.html