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Saturday, July 5th, 2008
12:26 pm	The rest of Origins had ups and downs. Getting Cordelia to sleep was all around awful every night. She missed her own bed, was afraid she was missing things and attacked me and Scott physically to express her frustration. The one thing that we found that helped was playing her a particular album of stories-- Carl Sandburg reading some of his Rutabaga Stories. I had the vinyl LP as a child, and when Cordelia was born, I insisted that Scott digitize it so that we could play it for her. (We still have the vinyl, and I've done some online searching to see if it's for sale anywhere on CD. No luck.) Cordelia stopped listening to it for quite a while after she realized that it nearly always put her to sleep. Now, she loves it again for the same reason. ( Friday ) ( Saturday ) ( Games I bought ) ( Sunday ) ( Comments on the convention center ) We do plan to go back next year. Scott thinks he'll be able to get the right week off. He's asked me to remind him to sign up for all the Babylon 5 CCG games, and I've asked him to remind me to sign up to run some tabletop games. We both want to remind each other to sign up for games in general (I'm much more likely to go to a game that I have a ticket for, even if it's hard to get there). We missed the deadline for event pre-registration this year, just plan forgot about it. ( Ponderings on running games ) (5 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, July 4th, 2008
4:39 pm	Book Logging I'm including a few books that I've read out loud to Delia. They're mostly (but not all) rereads. Generally, though, it's been so long that I don't remember details from the first time through. ( Adventures in Oz ) ( After School Nightmare 7 ) ( Chew, Ruth. Mostly Magic ) ( Chew, Ruth. The Wednesday Witch ) ( Eden 1 ) ( Estes, Eleanor. The Witch Family ) ( Jones, Diana Wynne. House of Many Ways ) ( Kindaichi Case Files: Smoke and Mirrors ) ( Kindaichi Case Files: Treasure Island ) ( Kindaichi Case Files: The Undying Butterflies ) (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, July 1st, 2008
3:34 pm	livelongnmarry is open for bidding. I've gotten three bids on my offered fic so far. The current high bid is $15 (I hope/expect that that will change). Bidding's open until the end of day on the 14th. People are selling some wonderful things, and new items are still going up now. Do take a look and bid if something strikes your fancy. All entries should be tagged to make searching slightly easier. My main worry right now is what I'll be asked to write. 'Worry' isn't exactly the right word for it, I suppose, but I'm not sure what would be a better word. 'Anxious anticipation' tends to be translated as 'worry' even when, apart from the anxiety, the anticipation is pleasant. I'm looking forward to the challenge. I just hate waiting to know what the challenge will be. (6 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, June 28th, 2008
6:34 pm	I have posted an offer on livelongnmarry for fanfic (including an update to one of my works in progress) or original fic. It's here, in case anybody's interested in it. I'll be posting some scarves, too, if I get the chance, but that's going to depend on having energy for it when I get home tomorrow evening and on Scott having the energy to take and upload pictures for me. We're getting a little close to the deadline, and all the scarves and the camera are at home. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Thursday, June 26th, 2008
3:50 pm	Oh, and I forgot to mention-- Scott spent a dollar to buy me a pink, stretchy bracelet that says 'I [heart] yaoi' as a surprise. His comment was that he wanted it to show that he knows and is supportive. I decided that that was not the place to get into nuances of what I like and don't like about yaoi or slash or whatever one calls it (and the baggage attached to each term). After all, he was being sweet. Plus, he really doesn't care about all of that stuff, no more than I care about the details of the computer games he plays and what makes one good and another duller than rocks. (4 Comments |Comment on this)
3:34 pm	I'm stuck in the hotel room again. I made it over to the convention center for a while, but my scooter ran out of power as I was heading back to the hotel for lunch. I don't know if it wasn't fully charged when it was delivered or if it got left on when the clerk put it away last night or... Well, I don't know. I managed to get back to the lobby, but I was fairly certain several times that the dratted thing wasn't going to go that far. The hills seemed to be a big problem. The convention center and the hotel are on the same block. There's a connector between them, but it requires getting a door open that can't be opened by a person in a wheelchair or scooter and two elevator trips. There's also a short outdoor connection that's easier but that requires elevator trips and some threading of narrow doorways with sharpish turns. Coming back, I went outside and came around the block. I'm not sure that I didn't go the long way around (not that that should matter if the scooter were properly charged). At any rate, the scooter's down at the front desk, charging. I'm trying to give it plenty of time. Also, I told Scott that I'd take Delia to the kids' room after he took her swimming. They've been gone a bit more than an hour. I'd have done the swimming as I owe him time off, but I can't go near chlorinated pools due to my asthma. Sometimes it might not bother me, but it's not a risk we want to take. I'll probably stay in with Delia this evening. I may try going down to the lobby for the free drinks and snacks. I'd like to be social. The convention seems very empty compared to the last time I was here. I was easily able to drive through the dealers' room, a novel experience. I saw a few things that tempted me, largely pretty items that would sit on shelves and collect dust. There are a few game books that I'm also interested in. My main hesitation is an uncertainty as to whether I'm going to get a chance to GM again. I suspect that, if I do GM again, I'll look for a basic, generic system that doesn't annoy me for character generation (I like GURPS because you can make anything but dislike how it runs and the fact that it scares off players) and then run rules lite after characters generation. That seems to be how I do it normally, so it's not a change. That means, though, that most rule books are only of use to me as setting source materials. The bathroom I used at the convention center had the tiniest handicapped stall I've ever tried to use. I think it was only an inch or two wider than the normal stalls. Getting the scooter in was a challenge. Getting to the toilet after getting the scooter in was even harder. I have to guess that this is an older building that had quite a bit grandfathered in. I also got stuck at one point when I tried to go from the dealers' room into an adjoining space. (I was under the impression that cherydactyl was helping run events in there and hoped to find her. I also thought that Scott and Delia might be with her as that was where they'd been heading the last I knew. I didn't find any of them, and Scott's not been hearing his cell phone ring. Very frustrating.) I got the front wheels over the hump, but the back wheels wouldn't go over, and I couldn't back up. It was one of those big covers for electrical cords and such. I'm never trying to get over one of those again. It looked like it was meant to be possible to go over it, but I was thoroughly stuck. Fortunately, a nice young man helped me out with some lifting and pushing (after I got off to lighten the load). The getting stuck, the not being able to find people and the battery running down are all contributing to make me want to hide in our room. Of course, I'm also lonely. I want to spend some time with people, friends or strangers, doing *something*, preferably something that I enjoy. Maybe tomorrow. (4 Comments |Comment on this)
11:08 am	During the drive down, Scott and I talked a bit about my problems with board and card games. I have a near phobic reaction when I try to play them. There are one or two that I'm okay with, things I learned to play as a child and know really, really well, but I can't learn new games. I also can play solitaire games of various sorts without trouble. I start to shake, I feel sick, I get a headache, and I have no fun at all. Role playing games, tabletop or LARP, seem to be utterly different for me. This puzzles some of our friends, and I've never quite worked out the whys of the situation. I just know that it's true. Some of it is that LARPs and tabletop RPGs map to a different sort of activity for me. They're storytelling, improv acting, writing, performance, all things that I enjoy doing. Card games and board games are rules, right and wrong decisions, complex things built of little pieces that matter and that can't be altered after the fact. They involve interacting with other people on multiple levels that I have trouble handling. The competition doesn't work well for me. I find it impossible to relax at all while doing it. (I suspect that part of my reaction is a weird form of stage fright. I don't get it over performing on a stage, GMing or public speaking. Instead, I get it over this more intimate and choreographed form of performance.) At any rate, in our discussions yesterday, Scott and I concluded that my big problem with board and card games is that I get obsessed with the form of what's going on. The details capture me, and I *need* them all to be right. I respond to every tiny details as if it's a matter of life and death. My body can't tell that I'm not really in danger, and my brain goes into crisis mode. All of that adds up to No Fun and, really, to those sorts of games not being good for me. I can watch other people play them, learn the strategies and form opinions on them by watching. As long as I don't try to play. Kind of like the difference between watching someone on a tightrope or a trapeze versus doing it oneself. Tabletop games and LARPs are easier for me because I can put aside the details in favor of people interactions. When one tactic doesn't work, I can usually resort to others. (Hm... Fast talk didn't work. Time to pull out the weapons or the bribes or go invisible or....) It's also easier to come up with an approach that's different from what anyone else expects. Even when things turn out badly for my character, I know that that's my *character*. The character's not me. One I've played for a long time is a part of me in some ways so that losing it is upsetting, but it's still on the level of dropping a book in the bathtub (an out of print one, in some cases) or dropping the glass bowl I inherited from my great-aunt. I'm not happy about it, but there's no deep damage. Role playing, like writing, lets me find outlets for my constant life or death anxiety that aren't harmful. Nobody really dies. Nobody's really traumatized. Nobody's tortured or loses their job or... It's fiction. In real life, I don't have anything to fight that I can grasp, comprehend and efficiently work against. In games and writing, it's possible. (I do write things that I might not enjoy as a reader. They're more stressful than I'd seek for relaxation. Writing them, however, helps a lot. It justifies how I feel normally in some strange way.) There are games and genres of fiction that I'll never touch because they'd be bad for me. I will never play Paranoia, for example. It would wreck me because I wouldn't be able to pull back to the right distance. I can play Call of Cthulhu, even knowing that my character will almost certainly die or go mad. It's not losing that's the problem. It's not being able to grasp the problem, not being able to plan, not being able to do my best. I expect that I could learn to play particular board or card games by simply forcing myself to play them repeatedly until I don't freak out so badly. I just can't see that it's worthwhile. I need that energy for other things that matter to me. It's not like a phobia of using the microwave (which I need to do often) or of visiting my mother-in-law (which matters to her, Scott, Delia and other people I love dearly). It's just one of the limits I accept on my life so that I can push in other areas. (14 Comments |Comment on this)
10:41 am	So, we're at Origins. Scott and Delia are over in the kids' room, playing games with Delia's best friend (or mostly best friend. Delia changes her mind about who's her best friend fairly often) and her father. I'm in the hotel room, feeling cranky. A bout of IBS has me stuck for a little while. With luck, that'll finish up in another half an hour to an hour, and I'll be able to go to the convention center. There's part of me that doesn't want to leave the room at all. This is a strange place, and I'm going to be alone or with just Delia a lot. I'm very glad that I'll have a scooter even though that makes some logistics more complicated. I discovered last night that walking around in a place I don't know is more exhausting and painful than walking around somewhere that I know well-- We went out to dinner with dagoski and his wife. It wasn't too far, two very long blocks that probably come out to four blocks by downtown Ann Arbor standards. I should be able to walk that. By the time we got there, my hips and feet hurt. By the time we got back to the hotel, I was ready to never move again. (I did do more walking later when Delia was refusing to sleep. I had to leave the room so as not to escalate the problem. Anything else resulted in her pushing harder.) I suspect that the heavy humidity and my new shoes played a role in the pain. The shoes are good ones, but I haven't had them even a week, and they're still not broken in. I miss the previous pair (same size, same color, same brand) that I'd had for four and a half years. Those two things can't be the whole cause, though. I've walked that far in that sort of humidity before, many times (living in Michigan has to be good for something), and I've been wearing the shoes off and on for days. I suspect that the stress of being in a new place is ratcheting up my anxiety, my fight or flight instincts, even when I'm steadfastly not looking at the anxiety so that I can function. I'd rather have my mind working moderately well and my body working badly than the reverse, but I wish I didn't have to make the choice. Not that it's a choice any longer. I don't do it deliberately. I suppose it's part of the arithmetic of anxiety when combined with physical disability. My body's never going to work really well, so I trade a bit more function for sharpening my mind. Sharpening my mind makes the anxiety a little bit more powerful but also makes me feel more like I can handle things that the universe throws at me. The IBS isn't entirely a surprise. I'd been expecting in since yesterday. I am a bit worried about it, though. ( Cut for TMI about IBS. Definitely TMI. For my reference. ) (For anyone worried, I feel fine, for me, given that I'm not at home and only got about six hours of sleep last night. I'm going to see if the hotel shop has Tylenol at prices that don't constitute extortion. If they do, I'll take that. If they don't, I'll deal with the pain and use Vicodin if I absolutely have to.) There were tornado warnings in Columbus last night, starting about 11:30. The front desk called our room three times to tell us where the shelters were, a meeting room downstairs and the bathroom in our room. The sirens and thunder were enough that I couldn't sleep through it, even without the anxiety of wondering if a tornado would hit. The adults in the room discussed the matter in the way that people who've been briefly asleep or mostly asleep do. We decided to gamble that we'd be fine. I ended up sitting up and playing computer solitaire while periodically refreshing the NOAA website. Scott has been cranky since we started packing on Tuesday. I'm not sure if he realizes how cranky or just how much that pushes my anxiety to new heights. I'm actually at the point that I'm reluctant to ask him to help me out with anything because I'm afraid of making the cranky worse. Intellectually, I know that it's not me and that there's no risk of driving him away or provoking him to worse than crankiness, but I don't respond rationally to such things. I don't think Scott understands what him being cranky and snapping does to me. I hesitate to try to tell him because it's horribly unfair to tell someone that they're not allowed to have a bad day or to be upset. Nobody can manage that, and it's damaging to try. Packing for a trip is harder with a child. If we, as adults, forget something for us, we do without or scavenge a substitute. For Delia, it's harder. When something she expects isn't there, she doesn't really understand why Mama and Daddy can't magic it up. Plus, we want her to be comfortable here. She's not at all sure that being here is a good thing. She alternates between excitement and wanting to go home. Scott's also realized that he didn't bring enough cash. He got some out of the bank last week and then spent quite a bit of it before we even left home. I have none. I trusted him when he said he had it dealt with (the whole not driving thing means that I have to beg a ride to go to the bank). I get the impression that, on some level, he counted on me having cash. It's silly of him because he never got me more after we spent the last of mine last Friday evening. He was there for that. We got lost on the trip down. It was spitting rain, and there were a lot of trucks on the road, so we had a constant layer of rough water over the windshield during a critical bit of the trip. We missed seeing the turn we were supposed to make and weren't certain that we'd missed it until we hit the Columbus city limits. As it turned out, the road we were on came down here anyway. It just wasn't as efficient in terms of time because it came through town at no more than 20-30 mph. Still, Scott had quite a long period of utter terror that we were lost, that it was his fault, that things were going horribly wrong. He had trouble taking simple steps to deal with it and snapped at me and Delia a few times. (We did stop to try to buy a Columbus map. Sadly, the place we stopped only had Cincinnati and Dayton city maps. We have no understanding of the logic of that.) We arrived an hour and a half after Scott had planned. I don't think he got over that until after dinner. I think he's fine now, but he's also very focused on not letting anything disrupt his time away from home. He's worried about me, but he's not sticking close. He came back once to get his game books. I think there was some element of checking up on me in that, too, but I'm not sure how much. (5 Comments |Comment on this)
10:37 am	Today is our anniversary. We've been married for 15 years. It both doesn't seem like that long and is hard to wrap my head around the fact that there was a time before we got married. From my point of view, Scott belongs in my life. He's such a major component of my world concept that my brain stutters when I try to envision my current life if I'd never met him or loved him or... It's a little easier to conceive life without Delia, and that's not easy, either. She's omnipresent. We probably won't do anything to celebrate our anniversary today. It's not convenient given that we're at Origins, sharing a hotel room, exhausted and have Delia constantly with us. We had a quiet, child-free night in last Friday as a pre-anniversary celebration. I'm going to look in the dealers' room to see if I can find something Scott would like, both for the anniversary and for Father's Day. I think that will work. I may have to drag him along as I have no real concept of what he'd like. (12 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, June 24th, 2008
2:27 pm	I'm considering offering fic on livelongnmarry. It's a cause I believe in, and posting an offer on an LJ community is something I know how to do. That makes the threshold of entry pretty low, well within my reach, and avoids the huge anxiety I have about spending even small amounts of money. My main hesitations are uncertainty about my schedule and uncertainty about whether anybody would actually bid on fic by me. Well, I also have some hesitation about how to explain what I'm willing to write. I think it wouldn't fit in one LJ comment. Maybe I could post the blurb here or on my website and link to it? Or would that make it even less likely that anyone would bid? (Then again, I doubt anybody's going to bid on fic from me who doesn't already know my writing, and a person who knows my writing might find following a link worthwhile. Maybe.) Might people bid on additional chapters of "Rheotaxis" or is that a silly thing to offer? I could offer scarves, too... At any rate, I urge people to go take a look at the community if they'd like to help the effort to keep same sex marriage legal in California. Bidding doesn't open until 1 July 2008, but there are already quite a few offers of fics, hand crafts, baked goods and so on. The explanation of the community and of the auction is in the user profile. Current Mood: intimidated (4 Comments |Comment on this)
9:27 am	Some time tomorrow, we'll be heading for Columbus to attend Origins. The last time we went was just after Delia's first birthday, so we're out of practice on attending big gaming conventions, and we haven't done the sort of planning and preparation that we used to do when we attended GenCon regularly. We missed event registration entirely in spite of having a couple of months to deal with it. I have no idea what sort of games we'll manage to get into. Scott's likely to have better luck than I will. I can only manage table top RPGs or LARPs, and those tend to be hard to get into. Scott enjoys board and card games, too. (While I have a phobic reaction to trying to play. I can watch, but playing is so stressful that it's not worthwhile. I shake. I get headaches. I generally feel physically and emotionally awful.) Our current plan is to buy a lot of generics and hope. I'm also taking my GMing supplies. There's a kids' room. Scott and I will be taking turns in there with Delia. I believe we could leave her on her own, by convention rules, but I don't think she'd be happy about it. I'm going to see if I can manage a pick up game with other parents and/or older kids in the kids' room. I'm taking the Amber books and the basic GURPS books and considering options for a much more off the cuff way of setting up characters. I used to be a passable improv GM. I'm way out of practice, but I'd enjoy trying. I'm also thinking a bit about writing LARPs again. It's unlikely to happen this year, but I have a couple of simple scenarios in mind. One's inspired by a movie that I caught part of but didn't get the title of. Another's inspired by a volume of manga I just read. The former has had more time to stew in my brain, but the latter could be designed to be smaller. Ah, well... It's not like I have time to write this year (and Delia's going to be in half day kindergarten after all, it looks like, so I'm not going to have much time after she starts school). We'll be sharing a hotel room with dagoski and his wife. We're looking forward to that. We haven't seen them in a few years. Plus, Delia wants to see the woman who made her 'Aunt Michelle blanket.' She sleeps with it every night, but Aunt Michelle isn't anybody she remembers meeting. Today's going to be all about packing and running last minute errands. My list includes grocery shopping (with a side trip to Trader Joe's to get their sunflower seed butter. It's out of our way, but I reliably like the stuff, and we haven't found another brand that I can say that about), the library, dropping off a key with the friend who'll be watching the house, a haircut (which probably won't happen) and an appointment with my social worker/life coach. Then we clean and pack. There's laundry to be done. Delia needs a bath. The dishwasher should get run and the fridge cleaned. Also, we have to leave the house tidy enough that our cleaning lady can come in while we're gone and do the floors, counters, bathroom, etc. without needing to excavate. She will excavate if she has to, but she doesn't know where anything goes and often puts things in weird (for us) places. Plus, we only have her for two hours a week. (The benefit from having her come in is half in the work she does in getting rid of underlying dirt and half in the schedule of forcing us to put our crap away so that she can get at the dirt. Without the impetus of her visits, we keep putting the tidying off or stack things in awkward places that are out of the way right at that second.) Anyway, I'm not going to be around much tomorrow through Sunday. I believe that our hotel has wireless, but with luck, I won't be in the room that much to use it. Well, except during the evenings when I'm watching Delia and stuck there. That'll be half me and half Scott if all goes to plan. When I'm not with Delia, I'll be out in the scooter we've rented, looking for a game to play in. (8 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, June 16th, 2008
12:05 pm	We spent most of Father's Day with Scott's family. There's a tradition there of all the adult men going golfing (Scott, his dad, our brother-in-law and his dad. I expect that, in a few years, our nephew will go, too). Delia and I took Scott out for breakfast. He requested IHoP and ordered stuffed French toast. Delia had a pancake with fruit on it arranged to make a face. I had a burger. Both of them enjoyed their food, I think. Mine was merely so-so, especially since I'd requested that they not grill the bun but got a grilled bun anyway. (At least they left off the tomato, onion and mayonnaise as I'd requested.) We then tried to pick up Delia's pictures at JC Penney, but the photo part of the store wasn't open yet, and we couldn't spare the 40 minutes to wait. While the guys were golfing, the three kids watched a movie. That required some negotiation as what Delia's willing to watch is rather more limited than what her older cousins are interested in. Delia still doesn't like anything with a villain (unless it's one of the movies she watched a lot when she was younger), and she was convinced that Lilo and Stitch 2 would be terrifying. After getting the kids settled with some popcorn, my mother-in-law, sister-in-law and I looked at the wedding registry for the daughter of one of Scott's cousins. There's a big family gathering next weekend, and we figured that it would be better to drop off a shower gift then than to ship it. It's just too far for any of us to go to the shower. The process of making the decision was hard because my sister-in-law and I wanted to look online while my mother-in-law wanted to go to the store because she doesn't trust/understand online shopping. Also, the registry wouldn't print for us. We could get five items to print but no more. I went with my mother-in-law to pick up the gift. The Target is only about five minutes drive from my sister-in-law's house, so that wasn't a hardship. We ended up tramping around the store quite a lot because the item we'd picked was on sale. My mother-in-law felt that we had to add something to it to bring the cost up to $20 per family. Dinner was interesting in a not so good way. My mother-in-law is on an anti-sugar, anti-high fructose corn syrup kick and put artificial sweetener in her broccoli salad. I'm allergic to several artificial sweeteners, enough so that I get psychosomatic symptoms even from those that don't produce genuine illness. I don't allow Delia to eat anything with artificial sweeteners, either. I don't want to find out the hard way that she has allergies to them, and I'm generally suspicious of putting weird chemicals into kids' bodies when it's not necessary. In this case, the sweetener was splenda, and my mother-in-law tried to convince me that it's harmless, good for you, absolutely natural and so on. I was upset that she hadn't thought to tell me that she'd done it. She just figured that it was fine. Sadly, it tasted vile (which was why I asked her what was in it. I was rather hoping for an excuse not to eat the portion she'd prepared specially for me, omitting an ingredient that I can eat but that she thinks I can't). I spent the rest of the evening trying to get the flavor out of my mouth and wondering how much of my headache was due to exhaustion and how much to stress over the artificial sweetener. (10 Comments |Comment on this)
10:51 am	Today is Delia's first day of nature camp. That means that I'm going to be spending every afternoon this week (except Friday) sitting outside and reading. I'll be ducking around and trying to stay out of sight of her camp group for fear that Delia will cry and cling. She might be old enough not to do that this year, but her performance at her pre-school's camp makes me suspect otherwise-- She kept trying to get me to take her home and kept crying. She'd admit afterward that she'd had fun, but she really didn't want me to leave her there some mornings. My reading goal for this week is to finish both of the last two Harry Potter books. I've been putting them off. They're so big and heavy. I can tell that they're going to be hard to lift. Combine that with my general dislike of the fifth book... Well, they've not been at the top of my reading list. I'm hoping that, what with being stuck there with nothing else to do, I can finish both this week. I'd take my laptop and write, but my battery only lasts about 45 minutes under good circumstances, and I'm not comfortable using the laptop actually on my lap. It's a pity because I could use that time to catch up on e-mail. I have an awful lot of messages that have gotten buried and that I really want to answer. I could use several hours with no access to distractions to answer those. (My apologies if you're one of the people waiting for a response. Once upon a time, I wasn't nearly this flakey.) Last year, I read a lot of manga while sitting and waiting for camp to be over. I averaged about seven volumes per day. I stay at the park where the camp is because, while the walk isn't long, it is strenuous. We live at the top of a rather steep hill. The camp is at the top of the same steep hill, about a block and a half over. There's just no connection to the camp anywhere except at the bottom of the hill. Going there and coming home, we have to go down the hill and then up it again. I can't do the round trip twice in a day and still be able to do anything else at all. On the bright side, it's not supposed to be all that hot during the next few days. I can handle the 70's without too much trouble. I'll stick a water bottle in my backpack and maybe a snack of some sort, something that I can let Delia share on the walk home when she'll be tired and hungry or feed her at home right before I collapse. I'm holding off on my shower until after camp. I don't want to shower and then apply sunscreen and bug spray. I'll wash the ick off afterwards. (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, June 10th, 2008
4:44 pm	The Rest of the Book Logging Again, discussion is more than welcome. ( Kingdom Hearts 3 ) ( Law of Ueki 9-10 ) ( Mouryou Kiden 2 ) ( Mulvany, Catherine. Shadows All Around Her ) ( Negima 12-14 ) ( Oyayubihime Infinity 1-2 ) ( Prince of Tennis 12-15 ) ( Princess Ai 1 ) ( SM Visions ) ( Those Who Hunt Elves 1 ) (  Walden, Mark. H.I.V.E. Higher Institute of Villainous Education ) ( X-Day 1-2 ) ( YuYu Hakusho 13 ) ( Zatch Bell 14 ) (3 Comments |Comment on this)
2:34 pm	Book Logging As usual, discussion is welcomed with glee. ( Arm of Kannon 8 ) ( The Arrival ) ( Black Sun, Silver Moon 1-2 ) ( Buckley, Michael. The Fairy-Tale Detectives ) ( Chibi Vampire 6 ) ( Claymore 7 ) ( DearS 8 ) ( Fantasy Land 1 ) ( Hunter x Hunter 20 ) ( I.N.V.U. 1 ) (Comment on this)
Friday, June 6th, 2008
7:45 pm	DVD Logging ( Across the Universe ) ( Aeon Flux 1 ) ( Condor Hero 11-15 ) ( Full Metal Panic FUMOFFU 1-8 ) ( Fullmetal Alchemist 1-4 ) ( Kaleido Star 1-5 ) ( Lupin the 3rd: Crisis in Tokyo ) ( Mushi-shi 1-4 ) ( Prince of Tennis 14-21 ) ( Rush Hour 3 ) ( Scrapped Princess 13-24 ) ( Stellvia 1-4 ) ( Walk the Line ) (12 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, June 5th, 2008
7:45 pm	Last night, while talking to a friend, about the fic that I started while Scott and Delia were out of town over Memorial Day weekend, I said, "I think my narrative kinks are showing." We talked then about whether or not that's necessarily a bad thing. The only conclusion was that it depends. ( Cut for those not interested in writing ) ***********************************' As a side note, I think I finally figured out what's stalling me out on "Rheotaxis." I know I've said that before, so you can all take this with a largish grain of salt. I have no idea what to do about the issue in question (Yes, dormouse_in_tea, I am thinking about your advice. It's just not simple for me). If I can decide what to do about the problem and then make myself do it, I can probably finish the cursed chapter. Once I'm through that, the problem should be done. (Comment on this)
7:01 pm	On my previous entry, about whattheficathon, retsuko asked me a question about how I know what fandoms I like and can write fic for. I posted a response there, but I think I want to expand on it a bit. ( Cut for those not interested in fanfic ) (5 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, June 3rd, 2008
9:01 am	I just signed up for a fic exchange. It's a crossover exchange. I'm not sure I'll be able to do it at this point because I don't seem to have many fandoms in common with the other people who've signed up. I suspect that this is the downside to feeling more comfortable writing in small fandoms and to not being much interested in TV fandoms. I told the organizer that I'm willing to bow out if I'm too hard to match, and she said that was reasonable. Anyway, if anybody else is interested and wants to take a look (and maybe sign up to ask for or offer some of the same fandoms I did. Please?), the community is whattheficathon. (5 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, May 31st, 2008
8:45 pm	I'm feeling a bit blue right now. There's no particular reason for it, and I suspect that if I had distraction I wouldn't even notice. I'm a little lacking in distractions at the moment, however, so I am noticing. Scott has gone out to the new Indiana Jones movie with his brother and sister-in-law. I'm the elected babysitter since I can't handle movies on the big screen anyway (plus, I rather owe Scott for the nearly three days off last weekend). The two girls are in Delia's room. Technically, they're in bed, but I can hear them playing. Delia's read a couple of books out loud, and I think they're doing some sort of inventive game now, possibly with dolls. I've finished one Netflix DVD. I have another I could start plus one from the library. I have dozens of books I could read. I could-- at least in theory-- write. That means that saying I lack distractions isn't even really true. I lack distractions that appeal to me. I'm tempted to find a CD of depressing music, put it in and wallow a bit. That might lighten my mood. It might also help me write. Music has been known to. Then again, it might draw the munchkins out of Delia's room. I'd rather they stay there and fall asleep soon. We all have to get up early tomorrow. (Comment on this)