I got a nudge from
cyndisuesue that I'd not posted in a while. I tend to go with the approach that no news is bad news and while nothing is terrible, nothing is especially good either. The government shut down situation was really anxiety-provoking and for me very reminiscent of the aftermath of 9/11.
Work has been very busy, not really in a good way. Lots of writing, lots of presentations, and some very late nights. Interestingly I made a big mistake last week and wrote a note to my younger self to tell her, yes, you will make mistakes and it's OK. Just own up to them and fix them, which I did, and actually got effusive thanks from a colleague for correcting the error quickly rather than trying to ignore it or cover it up. It's a corollary to Lying Always Makes It Worse.
To that end, there's a really interesting article in today's
WaPo about using sponsorship rather than mentors to improve advancement for women and people of color. It really resonated with me and I saw a lot of truth in it based on my own experience. You youngsters! Take note!
Another time suck has been of the can't tear my eyes away from the train wreck. Prior to entering the Narnian fandom, I had never heard of the Christian patriarchy movement or stay at home daughters, and could count on two fingers the people who homeschooled (and in both instances it was not for religious, shelter for immoral outside world reasons). So, while it is not my world, I've certainly come into uncomfortable contact with it and am watching with morbid fascination
the unfolding saga of patriarchal godhead Doug Phillips' confession of long term marital infidelity (reportedly with the unpaid family nanny who was donating her services while under the spiritual cover and protection of her father) and the collapse of Vision Forum (Ministries yes, and maybe the corporate entity, too). It's a bit like TV Tropes. Once you start reading you can't stop.
Libby Anne posted today about one of the really icky parts of the patriarchy movement -- that because men will always stray to younger women, it is the duty of daughters to prevent their fathers from straying by being the... errr something? At Julie Anne's
Spiritual Sounding Board there has been a lot of outreach to those who might be affected by the collapse of the house of patriarchy. As I said, you start reading the comments and an hour goes by.
I am way behind on Elementary and Sleepy Hollow, both of which I am enjoying and I guess Orphan Black finished up last night? I fail at regular TV watching. I tried a cross over with Captain Steve Rogers and Ichabod Crane wandering about DC during the shutdown and exchanging words with Tea Party activists but it was a bit of a polemic and I've not had the heart to revise it yet. I adored Thor 2.
I've picked up a couple of new readers and it's always so fascinating when they start at the beginning and start asking all these questions about stuff that I've not thought about in a long time. There's been some AO3 activity too, so if you are out there, hellooooo and do drop me a line if you have any questions!!
I'm going to dinner tonight with
anirt and the axe murderer and maybe
knitress and
lexsara. WEEEHEEEE
Oh and it looks like we have at least 15 for dinner for Thanksgiving. Oops. I went to Ikea last night and bought four more chairs.
I am at 10,000 words in the latest H&M chapter and still not closer to done. It's been like pulling my nails out. I've been very busy at work and writing a lot under tight deadlines and it's taking a lot out of me creatively, I think.
Here is a brief snippet of the chapter to come and Morgan is resisting management from two shepherds, Summer and Snopes. I am definitely channeling my adjustment to life with a Welsh Corgi who has now draped himself across me and is decidedly cramping my writing.
She’d intended to procrastinate on the one thing that was important on her otherwise unimpressive To Do list. Summer and Snopes, however, were wise to her strategy. Just as she was sitting down - in Pierce’s unoccupied office - to conduct her perfunctory confirmation of his work, the fretting began…
“Shouldn’t you take the letters to Maeve Stanleh that came this morning?” Snopes worried.
“It is nearly the noon bell,” Summer lamented. “Your Director said there was nothing urgent here, so isn’t now a good time to go to Stanleh? Mr. Tumnus said one of the letters is from King Edmund. They must be important.”
The only thing worse than an interfering, worrying Shepherd was when there were two of them and each was trying to out-do the other as the most responsible.
“Going outside again would be good for you. But if you cannot, I can take the letters to Stanleh House for you. I could carry them in my mouth.”
“We could both go, and one of us could talk and the other could carry the letters…”
“Fine!” Morgan shouted at the anxious Shepherds. “I’ll go! Just be quiet, would you!”
She made Snopes and Summer stay behind but they still insisted on standing at the stoop of Linch House and watching her cross the street to Stanleh. “You could fall on ice,” Summer said.
“You might need rescuing,” Snopes insisted. “From pirates. Or robbers.”
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