thrihyrne: Portland, OR (Default)
Can't believe I posted nary a word in October. In all of my 12 years of blogging, I'm not sure that's ever happened— aside from a month or two when I was in rehab twice. Still.

the state of kristi )
thrihyrne: (Oregon lover)
I haven't posted in DW/LJ land for quite some time. In the interim I've gone on FMLA again to ensure that I'm getting my medications completely under control, I went to Hawaii for a week to challenge myself in almost every way possible, and now I'm 2 days into an amazing 9 day period of getting to spend every day with Evan at home because BHFT has a weekly shutdown for the July 4th holiday. Today I had quite the to-do list and I've done a tremendous amount of it. One element included getting out my sewing machine and making curtains to replace the 2 blankets that we had clothespinned to a curtain rod to keep our one room cool (we have a portable air conditioning unit that we keep in the living room, which is where our bed is) since we have crazy hot weather in the 90s and possibly 100s for the next two weeks. I also made a kitchen curtain to do the same kind of thing, with these amazing heat reflecting and light/sound blocking liners that we hung up in the living room a couple of months ago in anticipation of summer. Photos are below!



I finally got back to my Reggie/Kelp sequel, as the one major thing I'm demanding of myself to be completed by the end of Evan's week off is to have the final 2 1/2 scenes written. I want to be able to send the first draft to a couple of betas by the weekend. Tomorrow marks the 2 month mark of the release of Surprised at Nothing, and one of my projects is to use social media to have a giveaway of a copy and to drive some traffic to my author blog. I also created a Facebook page to do with the Sinclair Method and people in the Portland area. I'm basically trying to create my own recovery group since it doesn't already exist. It's a lot of energy, but I owe it to myself and anyone else in this geographic area who may feel s/he is doing this alone for us to find each other and share experiences.

The past week has been incredibly positive in so very many ways. I'm back on track with basically everything; I applied to 2 companies with interesting jobs and have revisited my prior haunts of universities and will apply to everything that seems appropriate in the next 72 hours just to keep momentum going. I don't mind returning to Airbnb, but it seems pretty obvious that the culture and I don't go together very well unless I can stay at home all the time. I'm thrilled that I was able to buy 2 original works by Nicole Maki last Tuesday, and am really looking forward to hanging them on the wall in the next day or so. My other dream is to be able to buy a piece that my college roommate, Honor Marks, has done. She's an artist in Charleston and has been showing at Spoleto for years now. She had her first child last year on my birthday (thanks for that, roomie! I'll always remember his birthday!) but it just exhausts me to think about her having an 18 month old at age 45. Egads.

Sorry I haven't been around much- if there are things I missed or if you'd like to email me, please do!
thrihyrne: (Boromir life is good)
April 29th! Lookie, lookie: direct link to my book

This is so wild, and so weird in many ways. Most of the folks I've come into contact with via the Dreamspinner Yahoo group are authors full time, so sales are very important. I work full time already, so this for me has been more an experiment to see if I could get something out there that wasn't fanfic. I'm very grateful to be starting down this path, but this first Reggie/Kelp pales to some of my visceral, angsty fanfic that I remain particularly proud of. On the other hand, you've got to start somewhere.

As the only positive side-effect to the highly detrimental insomnia I've been experiencing due to a particularly wretched detox (2 hours total over the last 3 nights. I've had sleep-deprivation hallucinations before and I'm going to be sure to get something over the counter that will assure that I sleep tonight) is that last night I was musing over the Reggie/Kelp sequel and had so many thoughts about it that I got up to write them down. New characters. Scenes. In fact, the entire story arc is now done in my head, which is a bit surprising. That's not usually how I write, and it could be that the characters surprise me along the way, which is always fun. Given where I see it heading, I've already written about a third of it, and now that I'm excited about it again, I hope to begin writing on it regularly. It was difficult to do when I kept getting edits and then a proof and other things from the original to work on, but it's all out there now.
thrihyrne: Portland, OR (Default)
Not sure that I agree with this, but…

You were born during a First Quarter moon

This phase occurs in the middle of the moon's waxing phases, after the new moon and before the full moon.

- what it says about you -

You test everything. You're sometimes unhappy with what others think is "good enough". You point out things you see wrong with the world, even if others are afraid it may cause some unrest. When something isn't right, you're the one who's not afraid to make dramatic changes. You're good at keeping your head in a crisis and reminding people that it takes a shakeup to fix things.

What phase was the moon at on your birthday? Find out at

Haven't posted here in forever; nor on LJ. I futz around on FB, not really posting anything that's deeply personal, but I do love the games. Aiyiyi.

In quick news, finished my first original fic m/m story and have submitted it to Dreamspinner. Am waiting. Will also be reaching out to a friend who's become a literary agent as I would really love to be under her wing as well. The original fic story really needs a sequel, but I'm too stubborn to start on it until and unless I know it's going to be published. In the interim, I've started another original fic story, for a smaller Dreamspinner imprint, and this one will be f/f. It's essentially me in 'Sliding Doors' format; what if? What if I'd fallen for this mythical creature with multicolored hair and tattoos who knits? It's writing itself since it's shameless autobiography without some of my more troubling traits, and the love interest is an amalgam of people I know and yet I hope she'll develop her own unique character as well. I'm really having fun with this one, going to town with just writing it, being as self-indulgent as I want to.

I have a friend who works at Dreamspinner, and I did some gratis proofreading for them, which has given me the confidence to submit works there. Quite to my surprise I found myself attracted to this small imprint, which is so different I'm including the entire description here:
    Itineris Press
    An imprint of Dreamspinner Press providing the best in LGBT faith-based fiction
    Because the journey is as luminous as the destination.

    Itineris stories are:

    ~ contemporary
    ~ immediate
    ~ relationship-based
    ~ diverse in race, religion, and spirituality
    ~ focused on the beauty of unconditional love and LGBT sexuality

    These stories explore the LGBT experience—romance can be a part of the stories, but the absolute focus is the spiritual change and growth that comes with acceptance and unconditional love.

All at once when I read that, I had a vision of this novel(la), of me (but of course not exactly me, but you know what I mean) and what could have happened. I've long struggled with my religion and spirituality, and can explore that fully in this work, which is so liberating. I remember having very heated, emotional discussions and arguments with my conservative boyfriend in college (same one who broke me apart post-divorce, but I can work through that in this work as well) about religion, to going through part of the discernment process about whether or not I'd been called to be a priest myself in my early 30s (Episcopalian), to feeling the spirituality of the Anglican music I was singing but feeling I was a fraud if I took communion, to at last now being at peace as an atheist, but one whose spirit is vast and boundless. Since this imprint writes of diversity in religion and spirituality, I'm hoping that a vague pagan after all of this more typical religious life will be included. And, if not, I'll publish it elsewhere. But there was something about that combination that has just brought this fantastic kaleidoscope of images and burgeoning relationship of a divorced woman who's been attracted to all sorts of people in a variety of body types (ie: pansexual or simply sexual) and finds herself drawn deeply to someone who perhaps is more at peace with herself than the protagonist is at first.

I'm loving starting on this story, I must say. :D I may consider posting sections in chunks as I did with my monk fic, so if people are interested on being on that filter, please let me know!
thrihyrne: Portland, OR (Default)
Had a long but very meaningful and social day yesterday. There was intense work (as in, Airbnb work), and going on a currently secret afternoon excursion that involved cleaning and tidying, laundry, and spending much-appreciated time with [ profile] evannichols's mother, Gwen, and then coming home and then going to a scumptiously social cookout at [personal profile] sanguinity and [personal profile] grrlpup's house and seeing the Maki family as well. Sang is an accomplished griller, and H. made amazing potato salad (I still need to get that recipe!) and meeting Nicole's young men in person was a delightful experience that I'll admit I didn't expect to feel to that level. I'm not much into other people's offspring in general (even my own siblings' children), and I haven't been around teenagers in… years?? Anyway, they were articulate, not-posing, independent souls and their genuine affection for each other and their parents was actually mind-blowing the more I think about it. Yay for a family unit that's healthy and respects everyone's individuality, and is effusive in affection.

As the years have gone on, I've recognized within myself (and also Sang has pointed out to me) that I don't really care about the pyrotechnics of fireworks and the sparkler bomb. It's true. I get nothing out of it. So this year, I enjoyed the food and companionship and conversation and social part of the evening and then came home to get in a run that I'd intended to have first thing Friday morning— except that I'd neglected to turn on my morning alarm at all so I overslept my ability to run before work. Oooops. I had a great run and then futzed around the internet looking at fun purple/wild orchid/lavender/magenta hair colors until it was time to go pick Evan back from the night's festivities. I was treated to bonus social time as everyone was still there! There was also ginger and caramel ice cream. NOMNOMNOM. And a second round of hugs, which was really wonderful to top it all off.

Even Mod Physique was cancelled so Jessa could have a holiday weekend, so I truly have nothing on my calendar. There are only a few things I plan to accomplish:
~ giving [ profile] emansil_12 a call
~ finishing my Reggie/Kelp story (only 1.5 scenes to go! then Grand Editing will commence)
~ doing a half hour or so of my favorite Mod Physique toning moves but no cardio today

and the usual of enjoying Evan's company and playing a helluva lot of Facebook games. :D
thrihyrne: (Oregon lover)
I was just over reading LJ and got inspired to post myself. :) Yesterday morning I typed in the most recent few pages of my ofic story that will hopefully, eventually, be submitted to Dreamspinner Press once it's all said and done. I don't enjoy that I write in such fits and starts anymore, and it took typing in a few pages to get re-grounded and rediscover that thankfully there was a flow to it. This Wednesday is a sauna day, and my hope is that I'll be inspired as I usually am while lying quietly in the dry sauna, or sitting up in the steam sauna. I'm also being treated to time in a friend's hot tub after that, so it will be a day of healthy self-indulgence, especially since it starts out with getting to sleep in and then a Mod Physique class.

I'm trying to stay more in touch with friends; last week I wrote several short letters and sent cards and that always buoys my spirits. This week there are people I'm going to try to talk with on the phone— there's something satisfying about writing down these things on a to-do list and being able to check them off, all while enjoying the experience of actually reaching out to people I care about.

The super-complicated double-knitted, reversible vest for my brother is coming along! I've knitted 3" and have discovered, somewhat to my dismay, that while the really cool bat motif on the back is indeed the width I'd wanted, it's only going to be as tall as the armhole. :( Had I realized that, I would have done some motif for the bottom 4", the the bats, and then the remaining 4" so it would be centered. Oh well. I'll improvise. Once I get about halfway done with the bat motif I'll take photos as it really is going to be an eye-catcher. If only it didn't make me then think of other knitting ideas— I'm already swamped with them!! Ah well. I shouldn't be ungrateful for so much creative outpouring, even if it's not in the particular realm I want. ;)
thrihyrne: (asian text)
(posted originally to LJ)

I don't post very often here anymore, nor do I check as often, but this morning as I was doing so, I realized just how much I miss it. So, hello!! I did get in about a half hour or so of writing this past week, which just isn't very much. I keep thinking I'll take time and I nearly always decide to knit instead, or call someone, or just sit quietly play Candy Crush. This week is The Week Before I Have To Return to SF For Another Work-Required Visit. Last November was an absolute clusterfuck. This visit won't be, but I still have enough churning negative feelings about it to be savvy enough to have scheduled sessions with my therapist both before and after the trip. The days themselves for this summit will be absolutely packed from morning until night, so no hope of creative pursuits next week. It will be an endurance test, while trying not to see it as an endurance test, while trying to respect all of my emotions about being there, away from my support system, and not getting too snarky with colleagues or openly negative about many of my thoughts about upcoming changes I'm really very unhappy about. So this week is the week before that, and I'll try very hard to stay in the moment and not project forward. Easier said than done.

I did buy some gorgeous ombre patterned taffeta over the weekend and moved my altar so that it's no longer under a shelf. It looks and feels so right now; the space is open and the energies can breathe and disperse. That's how it seems to me, anyway. I've also consulted a pagan prayer book and selected and modified a few general prayers to memorize as ways to center myself. I'm learning that it's really obvious when my behaviors are in accordance with dharma. It feels right and flows organically and there's usually a lot of emotions that manifest themselves and then they pass. This is a far, far cry from hiding out in the relative safety of my head, and drinking down the feelings I didn't know how to deal with. I'm incredibly grateful to be on this side of those incredibly challenging years. Finally knowing that anger has been the source of so much of my self-sabotage has been empowering in a way I've never experienced before. It also helps that I've had plenty of therapy in recent years, and I've done a LOT of self-analysis, so I was in a place to accept this knowledge without judgment.

Huh. This really was just going to be about how I'm not writing yet, and still really intend to, but instead you get rather a thinky post about my journey. :)

on writing

Dec. 10th, 2013 07:02 am
thrihyrne: (fuchsia books)
I'm reading this very-interestingly-written novel by Fiona Maazel titled Last Last Chance, and on page 176 I stumbled across this truism that really hit home for me, as spoken by a recently-deceased character:
    I once heard a writer say that though it's hard to get characters to perform basic functions without feeling like a jackass, it must be done. As he put it, "Even Proust had to open the window."

I've quite consciously in the latter years of my writing made sure that the characters did normal things like eat, go to the bathroom, be aware of time, pick up and put down pens/cigarettes/glasses. I just loved how this character in this novel phrased that.

Just wanted to share! Oh, and the book is quite the read. Maazel's style is quite unlike anything I've read before. Vivid and unexpected turns of phrase and descriptors. A lot of fun to read.
thrihyrne: (hand written letter writer)
I've proofed two stories for an LGBT press thanks to [personal profile] snottygrrl putting in a good word for me. Proofing is done for free, but it's meant that I've been reading M/M fic again, which I haven't in ages. I'll admit I wasn't blown away by either story, but something about the fact that there's a market for these works apparently has finally nudged my Muse. I was working this afternoon when thoughts of my monk story (the original fiction work 'Defender of the Way' I was writing back in 2010) and elements of a Wraeththu story with all original characters came to mind. It occurred to me that I have the makings of at least a couple of novellas using primarily my characters from DotW, but changing the focus and adding a bit more world-building to it. I found myself getting excited about revisiting some of my characters and actually charting out a plot for them, and taking chunks of already-written material and adding lots of new elements to it. There's a market there, and I believe the quality of my material would be acceptable to the editors at this press.

I'm mostly excited that I'm thinking of writing again, and it not be from scratch, and also to take some elements from different situations I enjoy writing and put it in front of a new audience. Now if only [ profile] evannichols would win the lottery, we could both quit working and do creative projects full time! ;)
thrihyrne: (K is for Kristi)
While it took until the next to last day at the beach as part of Evan's-family-vacation to realize that much of my continued feelings of awkward/trapped/frustration had to do with prior events not associated with this trip (but there were plenty of similar enough things that triggered the memories), much of the time there was pleasant enough. One key issue was that I'd built up the idea of a quiet, productive escape for months when there was no way that was ever going to happen with 4 households people including small children and a baby. I think I must have been willfully ignoring that aspect when getting it in my head that it would be a focused writing time.

So that's now going to be my focus for August. I'm sort of between knitting projects, and it will be a positive challenge for me to really set specific writing goals for myself for this month. Especially since I do have a story due to be posted at the end of it!

That's about all I have to report. My shoulder and hip still hurt like hell though I do my exercises and continue to do some of my short work-out DVDs at home; the 2 lateral positions I'd applied for at work, one I didn't get (but they let me know they hope to keep adding to their team and if so, for me please to apply again) and the other one is still hanging out there. I'll be fine no matter what; I'm comfortable for the most part in my Resolutions role, and as noted, these other two specializations are lateral positions, so I really have no idea if/when I'll get a raise. Which is a bummer, especially when I do keep appearing at the top of productivity and high satisfaction scores. I did talk with my team lead quite candidly about that prior to my PTO, but who knows.

August (my least favorite month here as it's usually relentlessly sunny, and that after a month of July being relentlessly sunny) is my time to cocoon, to write, to experiment with a more protein-rich diet, and that's probably enough. I'm likely to be whiny this month, but at least I'm self-aware enough of that. And given how rude people are in talking at full voice late at night and early in the morning, it's probably for the best that I'm not armed. Even with a super soaker. :P
thrihyrne: (Boromir life is good)
I just wrote in my composition notebook: "What in Merlin's name is Shevchenko going to think about you inviting along some academic squib you don't know from the Lady of the Lake's mercat?"


That is all. :)
thrihyrne: (K is for Kristi)
I've just had a plot bunny grab me! I want to write about a Dwarvish rite of passage for pubescent Dwarves when their beards come in. And I want to feature the strong young Dwarf-woman OFC in my still-in-progress longish fic about Gimli going to visit his father's grave and then going to Hobbiton and then coming back to the Glittering Caves. Damn. Suppose I could finish that story, at least the first draft. Though I may just write a ficlet about the rite of passage. Heeeeeee. #iloveDwarves
thrihyrne: (Oregon lover)
I'm very glad to have returned pretty much in the condition that I departed. This means that my flights were gratefully uneventful and my luggage made it with me and I'm back to my love and my home and my primarily quiet life. :)

As this is a public space I won't say too much about HQ except that having a huge open space may be a good way to promote creativity, but it's AWFUL for trying to do any kind of customer-facing work. It's loud and hard to concentrate and impossible to make outbound phone calls. It simply makes no sense for customer support and I'm very, very glad to be back in my home 'office.' On the other side, it was tremendous and heart-warming and illuminating and disarming to meet so many of my fellow remote employees in one place. I re-bonded with my roommate who I got to know during our pop-up office time last year, and spent a fair bit of time with a few select others. I will say that for someone like me, being fed breakfast, lunch and dinner at HQ for several days was really great. Nobody appears in my kitchen and cooks for me when I'm here during my shifts! ;)

Here's a link to a photo of me in proximity to the Golden Gate Bridge:

I'm hoping some other group shots and dinner photos will get handed around, but who knows. In having a much-needed 1:1 with my team lead in person, I found out that they actually need somebody to do something that greatly interests me, which is database management and being able to retrieve and make sense of data in a meaningful way for our team. My eyes and face must have lit up when we were discussing it, and now I'm going to be teaching myself SQL. [ profile] evannichols has said he'll give me an overview as well. :D

In very exciting news, I'm writing again! Not on the Aldarion Numenorean story, but on a HP Charlie-centric fic. [ profile] evannichols and I tried out setting aside an hour yesterday evening to work on our respective creative pursuits (non-knitting, in my case) and it was great. I'm really happy to be writing rather free-form with this story and seeing where it goes.

Did I mention how happy I am to be back home? In Portland? In bed, with Evan at my side? ♥
thrihyrne: (K is for Kristi)
I was over at my LJ, deleting the masses of spam and screened messages that had filtered through and decided to scan any posts with the tag 'fic' to see if I could ferret out more of those damn 'suspicious/spam/screened' messages. I could, and did, and while doing so, came across a story I'd written in 2009 and could not even BEGIN to remember what it was about, why I'd written it, much less that actually I'd won in an angst category for it. That was only four years ago! And now that I think about it, the whole monk story of Tsobias and Kallym and my other khorites was written in 2010, so it hasn't really been all that long since I've been writing.

It just feels like forever since I was swept away by a story I was driven to write. I'm packing my newly-acquired copy of Unfinished Tales and my composition notebook to go with me on this let's-go-to-headquarters workweek I have in San Francisco, leaving tomorrow evening. I'm really planning to take some time in the evenings (and maybe mornings) to write and just do it every day to get back into the habit. And hopefully to get caught up in this story that seems not to want me to abandon it. I also hope I'm not putting way too many expectations on it or myself. I'm not doing my huge re-read and edit of the Wraeththu novel until July when I'm at the Oregon coast for a week with Evan's family. Plenty of concentrated downtime then to sit and do that all in a nice big chunk.

I was just a bit taken aback that I had to re-read "A Place Like Tomorrow" to remember what it was about, what on earth I was working through at the time to have come up with it… my stories about Frealas and Morwen Steelsheen from my early Tolkien days seem like they were written by someone else.

Perhaps it is time to put the knitting needles down for a little while and get back to my purple ink pens.
thrihyrne: (thistle)
I read aloud the Númenorean story that I'd started writing back in '03 or '04 to [ profile] evannichols in the car yesterday while driving to Newberg. While it's pretty short still, only the beginnings, it reminded me of why I've held onto this one story and its to-be themes of obsession and… well, mostly obsession. Partnerships. At the time, it was a way for me to project the negative messages I was getting from my wasband on to another character and to deal with it by writing about it. I'm in a very different place now, but still think that the story would resonate to whatever maybe-dozen people might read it. Stories set during the Second Age aren't necessarily a huge draw, especially a story that is taking place in multiple time periods at once and in a fairly static format of the present of the one protagonist, a cleric in the 600s in Númenor (I think) and then journal entries of Tar-Aldarion. And yet, I really, really want to get back to this fic. I'm having a stylistic issue in that when I started this, I was somewhat trying to emulate Tolkien style, so it's archaic and stilted. I think I may modernize the 'modern-day' Númenorean protagonist's speech, but I can let Aldarion's entries still feel more Tolkien-esque. Evan enjoyed it, though he doesn't know this fandom to the depth of degree that I do, and I'd venture that even most devoted Tolkien fans aren't necessarily going to be up to speed on this gem of a story from Unfinished Tales. I'll need to reread Aldarion and Erendis' story, and it appears that I ditched my copy during that February trip to Harrisonburg. Guess I'll put it on my library hold list. :)
thrihyrne: (K is for Kristi)
I just had a wonderful chat with [ profile] emansil_12 which got me into writing, researching and re-engaged mode with a variety of writing-centric elements in my life which have been rather on the back burner. This happens a lot, in that I talk with her and get excited about writing again. So thank you, [ profile] emansil_12! My aims along those lines for this week are to:
print up my 2 Wraeththu novellas, back to front on 3-hole punch paper and put them into a notebook for reading and editing.
While at the UPS store to do the above, print up my Númenorean fic I started a decade ago. Revisit it and consider working on it again.
Revisit the Secret of Kells unclaimed prompts from Yuletide, especially this one which I'd saved in my email: well, never mind. I've now spent a half hour trying to find the damn unclaimed prompts from "Secret of Kells" fandom from prior Yuletides and have gone all over the internet and resorted to emailing the Ao3 staff within the archive. Hopefully they'll guide me once and for all as to how to do that. Thankfully I'd saved this particular author's 'Dear Yuletide Author' letter in LJ so I have the prompt: "This is my vaguest request. I just love this goddamn movie, and I was so heartbroken that Aisling went silent for the last 30 minutes. I want to see her story, as an immortal sprite of Ireland: anywhere between the fall of Kells to modern Ireland. I want her to interact with people: Brendan's descendants? Everyday pubgoers? No traipsing about as a wolf, she needs to be herself, reacting to any of the emerald isle's various developments: IRA vs England? Ireland reinventing itself as a silicon superpower? I want a mythical being watching the everyday world develop and grow. I want to know what Aisling thinks of St. Patrick's Day in Galway last year, or her interactions with terrified Black and Tans in the early 20th century. You have free reign. Just make Aisling Aisling, and if possible involve Pangur Ban (or her descendants!) somehow." The thought of making this a crossover with Harry Potter (though in the middle ages or later) could be a whole lot of fun.

And now, to knit for a bit, then cleaning up because [ profile] evannichols and I are going to go for a walk with [personal profile] sanguinity and [personal profile] grrlpup at 11:00. :)
thrihyrne: (K is for Kristi)
This week has been more exotic than usual in that [ profile] evannichols has been home sick as of Thursday. It seems to be a cold that started out as congestion and head swimmy-ness and some coughing and then settled into a chest cold. Much better that than the flu or somesuch. It meant that during my more conventional-hours workdays on Thurs and Fri I was able to come out during breaks and lunch and check up on him, converse, and have company. I really enjoyed it, even though the only reason he was home was because he was/is under the weather.

I'm resisting whatever it is, though in a random act of just experiencing life, I whacked the crap out of my pinkie toe yesterday morning on the edge of the bed. Picture below. I may have fractured it, hard to say and frankly, not really much to be done about it. I'm icing it again this morning and will not be picking up my jogging again until it has a chance to heal. I've not actively limped in ages, but yesterday Evan and I did get out of the apartment to run (well, walk very slowly) some errands in the nearby blocks. We were quite the pair: Evan sniffling and sneezing and coughing, me hobbling along and not at all at my usual Thev-speed, which is At Speed.

bruised toe :( )

I'm off in a little bit, borrowing Evan's car Ian to get more tissues and to swing by the bank. Then my 1-10 shift, then two days of jury duty! Something entirely new and different. I'll be well prepared for tedium, should there be any: my composition notebook to work on my Ron/Draco, a new issue of Vanity Fair, and a knitting project on circular needles. Yee haw!

Oh, and I filed my taxes yesterday. I'll be happily anticipating my refunds.
thrihyrne: Portland, OR (Default)
First, here I am in my new happy place:

writing corner

Writing! In my composition notebook! With coffee! And great lighting! In a comfy chair! In my room! :D :D :D

Evan and I accomplished a lot this weekend. Bit shocking, perhaps.
~ Went to IKEA, bought and assembled this chair and footrest, obtained other household items thanks to my bonus and giftcard
~ Went to Sally Beauty to get hair color to remedy the recent dye attempts
~ Went to Yarn Garden to buy yarn to make Evan a pair of socks, and get buttons for my recently-completed cardigan
~ Took a nap
~ Re-assembled his 2 large wardrobes and moved a dozen large bins from his room to the living room in order to do so
~ Watched Cold Fever, a favorite film of mine available only on VHS which we rented from Movie Madness, conveniently a not-quite-two-block walk down the street
~ I got a haircut at Bishops yesterday morning, then went grocery shopping, then went by the library
~ Re-colored Evan's hair
~ My usual 1-10 p.m. work shift yesterday

I was rather confuzzled by my very detailed dreams through the night having to do with Evan and [ profile] llembas and a job and poetry and libraries. "Happy Friday!" I exclaimed, sleepily, and there was a pause.

"It's Monday."

"Oh. Right. I have no idea why I thought it was Friday."

So… happy Monday, all.
thrihyrne: Portland, OR (Default)
This happened yesterday:
Evan, beaming: "Kristi's given Evan a sock! Evan is free!"

This after I found a rogue sock of his hidden at the end of the bed under the covers- and handed it to him. We're definitely a multi-fandom household. ♥

And something absolutely lovely that greeted me in my Thevina33 email this morning: a comment about my first Lord John Grey fanfic story from just about 18 months ago, a review from a fan who apparently has read it a dozen times and is reading it again and wanted to let me know how much she loves it. ♥ ♥ ♥

Tomorrow morning I work for another colleague but my shift is 11-8, so tomorrow morning is officially "Thev gets back into the habit of writing in the mornings" day. Time to get back to that R/D due at the end of next month!

Oh, and I haven't seen The Hobbit yet. I've been reading everybody's reviews of it and will definitely go see it, but during a matinee and not in 3-D and not at 48 fps. I'm really looking forward to all of the dwarves. But you all knew that!! ;)
thrihyrne: Portland, OR (Default)
This morning was my third and final (I'm nearly 100% certain) interview for the customer service position out in Tigard. All that for something which will probably pay only $10-11 an hour, which if they do offer it, I'll need to think long and hard about versus making $10 an hour and working from home. The commute given the hours will not be fun and will be quite time-consuming. OTOH, there's far more room for growth and I wouldn't have to rely on my own equipment. There's no firm offer yet so I won't worry about it if or until that happens. The interview with the operations manager went pretty well, especially considering I got up at 5:45 this morning to be able to catch a bus what was supposed to come by at 6:38 but didn't arrive until 6:45— and I had two other connections to make in order to get there in time for an interview at 8:30. It all worked out. So afterwards I walked back out to the main thoroughfare and stopped by the Burger King there to use the bathroom before the sojourn home. I was washing my hands when a woman came in and asked me, "Did you see a pair of glasses?" and we both looked into the empty stall. No glasses. Then I looked at her. They were hanging on the front of her shirt. I pointed them out to her, and she was so grateful and gracious. It made me smile. I've done that before in the past with my reading glasses before I had a chain for them.

My next adventure when Julia gets home is to go to the DMV to switch out my Virginia ID for an Oregon one. It can be incredibly difficult to prove one's residency if one doesn't pay any utilities and all of one's bank statements are online. But this clause makes it doable: A verbal statement from any person residing at the same residence address you listed on your application. The person making the statement must accompany you and present one acceptable proof of residence address. So she's going to take me (conveniently there's a branch very close by) and make said verbal statement and show them her driver's license. After that she's going to rake leaves and I'll put them in the yard waste bins. She asked if I would help and I said I would, especially if it didn't involve actual raking as it, like dusting, is a chore that I absolutely despise.

The last bit of good news is that I've begun writing on my Yuletide fic!! It's already getting a bit more detailed and atmospheric than I'd intended, but I figure I'll go with it and see how it progresses. The Gimli story is coming along, too; I need to do some research (maybe in The Hobbit) to see how far it is from Erebor to Hobbiton and to the Great Smials. Fun stuff! I should probably pick an actual season in which the story is set since the next part will be above ground, as opposed to in the Glittering Caves or underneath the Lonely Mountain.

May 2016



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