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 )
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I tend to write for about 30 minutes in the early morning with my first cup of coffee, just small sections of things before I can handle looking at a computer. I've been primarily working on my Dreamspinner novella sequel, the one that may not ever be contracted, I realize. But maybe the first one will sell enough and they'll want to support a sequel. Anyway, I was writing it yesterday and the protagonist and his lover were discussing how they'd get from their cottage to Dowth, maybe a mile or two away. The protagonist asked if they were driving, and the lover noted he doesn't know how to drive a car, so they had bicycles. To which the protagonist surprised me and his lover by saying that he doesn't know how to ride a bicycle. I love it when my characters surprise me with information about themselves I hadn't planned out!!

Since I finished my Yuletide story so quickly, I went to the 'Dear Yuletide Letter' spreadsheet and have selected an Orphan Black request that I'd love to write. Just a short vignette missing moment from an episode in season two we watched a couple of weeks ago. I've never written a pure gift fic before, but I'm really excited to write something in a fandom I've both never written for, and one that I'm currently enjoying myself. ♥

I'm about to have the most social couple of weeks than I've had in maybe a year or more! We'll be enjoying Thanksgiving with our dear friends [personal profile] sanguinity and [personal profile] grrlpup, a tradition I feel so fortunate to get to share with them, then Thursday the 4th Evan and I will attend the Portland office Airbnb holiday extravaganza. This is only the third ever local event where a +1 has been invited. :P Should be interesting since I'm still remote and don't know a good 5/6 of the people who work at the office now. We'll plan to go right at 7:00 and hang out for 2 hours or so before coming home and letting the younger set get crazy with an open bar. Saturday the 6th we have another holiday event with dear friends who've returned to the area from Utah, and then Tuesday the 9th one of the highlights of my month happens: one of my very dear colleagues who's also a remote employee is coming to Portland to visit the office again. She's gathered up a bunch of us who are now 'old timers' in Airbnb-parlance (nearly 2.5 years or longer) and mostly remote or only-recently-not-remote women to go out to dinner. It's a foretaste of how I'm now viewing next year's One Airbnb 2.0 to be held at HQ in SF. I didn't go last year; I was very conflicted in how I felt about my employer at that time, and was personally struggling with a lot of things that I'm not now. I'll be attending this year, and really looking forward to getting to see all of my remote buddies and talking about non-work things. :)
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[ profile] evannichols and I watched a video via Netflix titled "The Mystery of Eels" found via Nature. I'm delighted to let you know that it's available online here via PBS. While the narrator's voice wasn't ideal in terms of tone, nuance and the like, the narrator is a writer and artist, and as it turns out, this documentary is based on a book he published once this 'finding out more about eels' project became bigger than anticipated. Or it seems that it became larger than he'd anticipated. James Prosek is a naturalist and other things, and what struck me about the documentary was how engaging it was. Evan and I had selected it because 1) it was live streaming and 2) neither of us knew much of anything about eels. But because this guy James has an artistic approach to the topic, and brought in so much in the various locations (New England, New Zealand, Japan), I found myself quite surprisingly moved and it was poignant. Evan was similarly engaged (though with the narrator's not-made-for-narrating-voice, he'd apparently wanted to bail at first) for many of the same reasons. While it is a documentary about eels, it's mostly about people's interactions with them, lifetimes spent studying them, generations of people revering them and them taking on symbolic capture or freedom.

All of that to say: highly recommended. :)

And in very exciting news, I completed my first original fiction story. It's not the first one I started, but it's first one to be finished. YAY!! I know it will need some serious editing; this was definitely a first pass and was started months ago as a fic for the Harry Potter community. I veered away from that pretty quickly, but I'll need to be sure that the flow and pacing and characterizations are consistent since I worked on it off and on (a lot off) for the past 9 months or so. This gives me hope for returning to my monk fic, which was last summer's project, but hey. My printout is in its binder, ready for me to get back to it for a Grand Re-Read to remember all of the characters and probably take it in another direction as I didn't like what was going on where I'd stopped it.
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What a difference a week can make! The week after Evan's birthday was very challenging for me in my usual challenging way, but I got back on track with a renewed commitment to several months of working on staying in my own skin. This weekend was particularly wonderful; a Saturday both leisurely and social, including a very fun sushi dinner with [personal profile] grrlpup and [personal profile] sanguinity. I also started out the weekend with a really uplifting conversation Friday evening with [ profile] emansil_12. We don't usually talk at that time of day, but it was the perfect jumping off point for a positive and quite productive weekend. I worked Sunday but as part of that also managed to hand wash a couple of sweaters, scrubbed the bathtub, washed dishes, sewed on my owl culottes, and worked on my what I'm calling my Dreamspinner fic, but I may route it elsewhere once complete. We'll see. These days I'm feeling much more like my usual self, though yesterday I'll admit to feeling slightly manic because I felt so good physically and wanted to make up for lost time. The challenge of finding balance will probably always be with me, and that's okay. I'm still definitely in the reward phase of my life. :)

Oh, and my left shoulder is giving me issues again; this isn't the now-unfrozen shoulder, but a possible injury that's raising its head again. I'll need to be careful at Mod Physique this week.
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I don't know that I've ever done this, share 21 first sentences of stories I've written. I went to my flash drive to actually count up all of the fics I posted during my fanfiction years, and there were 172. So that made it challenging. To find a somewhat not-really random way to come up with 21, I put the list in reverse alpha order and picked every 8th story. What's humbling and a little worrisome is I wrote down one title and realized I had NO IDEA what fandom it was, much less what the story is about. I'll be interested to see. I'm also going to include word count since they'll be wildly different, I suspect.

So in the order I found them:

    1. It wasn't the night sweats Ron hated the most.
    ~ You and Me and the Rain Make Three, 3347 words, Ron/Draco, HP fandom

    2. The joyous black dog bounded around the kitchen, jostling some stray dishes from the morning's rushed breakfast off the edge of the table and crashing to the floor.
    ~ Unleashed, 5650 words, Remus/Sirius, HP

    3. Seamus was sitting at the countertop of his small kitchen surrounded by brightly coloured pieces of paper, when he sensed a flickering in his house wards.
    ~ These Hot Days, 5031 words, Seamus/Draco, HP

    4. It can’t be this easy.
    ~ The Essence of Black, 4561 words, Remus/Sirius, HP

    5. The trees moaned as their branches were tugged by a malevolent current.
    ~ Strife from the Furthest Prime, 10,751 words, Ron/Harry, HP

    6. Ah, he had missed this.
    ~ To Dwell in Lover's Eyes, 17,457 words, Amras/OCs, Silmfic

    7. "Ron! For Merlin's sake, wake up!"
    ~ totally don't know what title this actually has; on my flash drive it's titled 'ron&deanficforcallum', 4489 words, Ron/Dean (apparently, lol), HP

    8. "Fuck."
    ~ Passion's Acolyte, 3011 words, Cal/Swift, Wraeththu

    9. There. Another one down, Neville thought wearily, placing the newly-polished trophy next to the collection of gleaming silver awards he'd been subjected to clean for his detention.
    ~ Neville in Wonderland, an abandoned HP/Alice in Wonderland crossover

    10. George stretched out his arms and legs, basking in the warm Mediterranean sun.
    ~ Love's An Anarchist, 14,145 words, George/Remus, HP

    11. “Théodred! There you are!”
    ~ Kindly Winter's Gift, 2377 words, Théodred/OMC, Tolkien

    12. The feeling was there again.
    ~ How Close the Divide, 17,724 words, Ron/Draco, HP

    13. Nail in hand, align shingle.
    ~ Good Fortune of the Unlucky, 7348 words, Ron/Draco, HP

    14. Stars sang in a chorus of light against the night sky.
    ~ From Sand to Stone, 4172 words, Finduilas/Denethor, Tolkien

    15. This was to be a private drunk.
    ~ Farewell to the Impossible, 763 words, Ashmael, Wraeththu

    16. "So. How long before the scorpions arrive?" Cobweb asked, picking up a cup of tea with steady hands.
    ~ Desert's Fierce Kiss, 2747 words, Cobweb/Lianvis, Wraeththu

    17. Rexines strummed and plucked at his barbol while I waited to hear a familiar tune.
    ~ Swooping to Landward, 13,779, OMCs Colurastes/Froia tribes, Wraeththu

    18. Lee awoke to a familiar pungent musk.
    ~ Baby, You Can Drive My Car, 3707 words, Lee/Andrei, Slave Breaker fandom

    19. She was walking in part of the more unsavoury parts of town - near many of the public houses, bawdy language carrying clearly in the still, night air.
    ~ And Do All Such Good Works, 1491 words, Herith (OFC of Gondor) genfic, Tolkien

    20. Alexander was in good spirits; he and Hephaistion had spent all of their evening together by the fire, sharing common tales of their youth.
    ~ Sogdian Nights, 695 words, Bagoas/Alexander, The Persian Boy, by Mary Renault

    21. He was walking near the library, adjusting a clasp at his neck.
    ~ A Taste of Diplomacy, 3918 words, Denethor genfic, Tolkien

From these I'm not quite sure what to make of them. It might have been equally interesting to select 21 at equal points beginning when I first began writing until now, to see if they changed as my writing developed. I don't often seem to start with weather descriptions, nor dialogue. And when I do, it's to drop the reader in the midst of something. Other people's thoughts are welcome! You may see patterns that I don't. Some definitely 'hook' more than others, and definitely some would be helped by showing the first paragraph. An interesting exercise!! I do love my titles. I've come up with some really memorable ones.
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. ;)

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: (plaidtastic)
Since my last post, I realized that I have two stories that could be completed and submitted to this online press. One is the wholly unique monk story, but also an HP story I'd started in the summer for a fest, but didn't get very far in writing. I had most of it in my head, and I've recognized that I can change it up very easily in order to get it out of Rowling's version of magical and into something different. So I've begun revamping the first few thousand words and going in a more relationship-centric manner I'd shied away from when writing it for the fest because at that time, I'd decided to make it completely genfic. Now I can add some eroticism and make the new protagonist and his world unique enough that if there becomes a following, he can have other adventures in sequels. Not to project forward too much, lol.

But it's been great to be writing again, and getting re-engaged in this story line that I'd been excited for since the summer, but lost steam on. I'm writing! It feels great to have the characters come to life for me, rather than me having to poke at them to do something. I'm very, very happy about this development of events. My thanks again to [personal profile] snottygrrl for knowing how desperately unhappy I was in my prior work role and who volunteered me for this press in terms of being an able proofreader. I've done my quota and have let them know of my keen interest to do more in-depth editing, so we'll see about that in the future. :)
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: (thistle)
I'd hoped/planned to sleep in today, but I wasn't able to get back to sleep after Evan left at 6:50. I lay in bed, and was again plagued and somewhat assaulted by memories, and not glowing, cheery ones. The years of 2005-2012 were by far the most traumatic in my life. Conversely, they were also by far the most productive in terms of my writing output, averaging around 200K words a year of fanfiction until 2010. I think I was in a state of permanent escape for much of that time, adrift and untethered from much of my own daily reality, anchored instead by the stories and characters whose lives I could control much better. And I cared about them more than my own, which often seemed petty, futile, and distressing. So why am I having all of these flashbacks now, when my life is based far more firmly in reality, when I have a devoted, loving life partner who cherishes me? I think much of it may have to do with my work, which remains primarily a realm of frustration, despair, tedium and a pervasive feeling of having no control. Is there something in my psyche that misses the drama from before? Even the drama of the rush of writing prolifically, of getting positive feedback from readers and writers and thriving on the weave and weft of lives and characters whose stories begged me to write them?

I suspect I will always have the drive to be producing, whether writing or knitting or letters or being otherwise always engaged in something. And yet, I want to nurture a cultivation of desiring peace and balance and contentment. What I don't want is this unpleasant marching of images of decisions made and unpleasant experiences from those 7 years. Maybe some kind of ritual letting go is in order.

I'd been planning to start a four week trial at a place called Mod Physique today, but the deal I got for it lasts through March of 2014 and I realized yesterday that I wanted much less structure for today. So to temporarily banish some of the demons, I'm planning a trip to my favorite Goodwill with no time limit to browse. Then off to Fabric Depot to buy the lining fabric for my assymetric corrugated sweater and buttons for the cardigan I'm working on now, then a quick trip by my former housemates on 79th. This evening at 7 o'clock I have my MRI scheduled, so it will end up being a full day, but with plenty of time for me to do what I wish and have solo time- outside of the apartment. I'm really looking forward to it. It also really helps that it's autumn, and grey, and overcast and sweater weather. That buoys my spirits in and of itself.
thrihyrne: (meditation rocks)
There's nothing like receiving a review for a story written several years ago that can make me want to revisit a fandom. Interestingly, it's for a Wraeththu fic with nearly 100% OCs, one I was especially proud of that didn't have a huge readership, and a protagonist named Kelp. I made the conscious decision to have a Kelp in my Charliefic I'm writing now, so there's a Wraeththu and a wizarding Kelp now in my world. And neither of them are redheads, amazingly enough. :)

I really do intend to get back to my writing while on this trip, though it's definitely challenging in that there are 4 families in the beachhouse, including 2 4-year olds and a 7 month old. I'm not a child person, and so I do find myself feeling constantly on retreat or almost 'hiding' so that I can enjoy this time as I want to, which is a lot of quiet time, and reading/writing. The writing is definitely a solo activity, though reading I can do out in a general area with other people off talking and entertaining children and whatnot. But I'm realizing that I probably won't do this again. I love seeing the ocean, and I went jogging on the beach last night, and I enjoy some socializing, but I think had I really been putting all of this together about how many people and children were going to be around 24/7, I would have opted for a shorter trip and to spend a couple of days at home. But it will be okay. It's just not the super-relaxing, quiet, lots of sleep, lounging and no-expectations kind of thing that I'd somehow (and to my discredit, improbably) created in my own head.

Evan and I are now going to go on a walk together so I can enjoy his company while we're awake. Otherwise he's definitely doing a lot of family-conversation, older sibling enjoyment-with-obligation kind of thing that we're both hyper-aware of. Neither Evan nor I do well with constant socializing and that kind of obligatory/unable-to-easily-evade constant interaction and expectations, but I'm sure we can still enjoy ourselves. And Evan is his own person, and this is his vacation as much as anyone else's, so I'll focus on me, me, me. This is my blog, after all. ;)
thrihyrne: (Oregon lover)
I'm on the cusp of going on my first actual holiday/vacation type thing in about a year. Evan and I are going to Rockaway Beach, Oregon, tomorrow, staying in a large beachhouse with his parents, sister Arwen & family, and brother Dana & wife & daughter & granddaughter. I'm really looking forward to spending time at the beach, and sleeping, and doing some social things, and having a lot - lot - of downtime. :) There will be internet and phone and such, but I'm determined not to check work email at all and to put that part of my life completely on pause while I'm gone. I suspect it will be easier said than done, but I'll try to make it happen.

I printed up my Wraeththu novellas to bring with me to re-read and edit, and it makes me feel a bit odd that I've committed to doing this. I've never revisited any completed work of mine for a serious edit like this before, and I'm uncertain as to how the process will go, if I'll be appalled or if I'll enjoy reading it, if I'll be overcome by memories of what my life was like when I wrote them, and of the initial major overhaul/edit/rewrite from 2009. Hard to say. Hopefully it won't be traumatic or demoralizing. I'm also bringing my notebook to work on my Charliefic which I haven't written on in a couple of weeks. I suspect I'll get a bunch done on that while on break. This will be a very different situation from Evan and me going away together… although now I realize Evan and I have not actually had a holiday together yet, just the two of us. The trips we've made since we've been a couple have all been with our families— and we like our families, but I've just made a verbal commitment that after this trip and the one in September to go to Wenatchee to spend the better part of a week with my dad and stepmom, we will take our next trips just the two of us. I'm pretty sure that our five days together with his family (absent one sibling and progeny) will be just fine. As he pointed out, they are a family of introverts. But I bring with me from my own family of origin (at least to do with my mother) a sense of dread about doing my own thing and being seen as asocial and trying to isolate myself. I believe that there will be a healthy balance of doing my own very-much-needed-downtime activities (reading, editing, writing, reading, knitting and dicking around on the internet, walking, jogging on the beach, sleeping) and group meals, some organic conversation, and working on puzzles. Some of my worries are because I've only spent short periods of time with these folks (2 days) except for his sister Arwen and family, who I know well from when Evan lived with them. I'm probably worrying unnecessarily, but I articulated all of this to Evan and he (unsurprisingly) was very understanding.

So I'll have my computer and will definitely still be online, and hopefully quite productive while also being a lazy, lazy person. :)
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: (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: (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)
My Finduilas/Denethor story is done! It needs a thorough edit and to be beta'ed, but it's finished. I'll look forward to putting this little story into the fandom. Happiness. :D
thrihyrne: (Boromir life is good)
I've not been able to say something like that in what seems like (and could well be) years. I guess since my last story for Yuletide. A few months ago it was suggested to me that I go look at [ profile] ron_draco_fest and I did, and I thought, "Well, perhaps a brand new spin on a pairing that I thought I'd written all I could about is the way to kick-start my Muse and writing creativity." And, it's worked! I'm a week late, and embarrassed, especially since it's not even 8000 words and I used to blow those out in no time back in the day. But I like the story, and for the first time I enlisted [ profile] evannichols as a second beta. My loyal friend [ profile] emansil_12 (who guided me to this fest) served as the first. In some ways this is an unexpected dream come true; when I was married, especially when I was first in the throes of writing, I'd really wanted my wasband to edit and say how great I was and want to delve into my writing as much as I was. That didn't happen. It got pretty ugly.

But now I'm in a relationship that is different from that one on an amazing number of profound levels, and one of them is that we honestly do enjoy reading each other's works, and editing for one another.

The reveal and posting for the Ron/Draco fest isn't until March, so now that that's off my plate, I figure I'll focus on reading and knitting for a few weeks. Though I think I'll jump on Evan's bandwagon of 'closure' for this year and I'll finish that fun, long Gimli-centric fic, as well as a Finduilas/Denethor fic that's languished for 2 years now. ::headdesk::
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: (hand written letter writer)
For the first time since this time last year, this morning I retrieved one of my composition notebooks and began writing on a new fic. This is all thanks to my beloved [ profile] emansil_12. At the end of our conversation on Wednesday, she suggested that since I'd missed out on signing up for Yuletide, I just might consider looking at the prompts available for the [ profile] ron_draco_fest 2013. I said I would, and now, two days later, I've claimed a prompt and started writing on it. I'm quietly thrilled. Don't really know how the story will meander, but I have my ideas and I'm going to see where R/D will take me in this new story, unrelated to any 'verses I've created in the past. In looking at my own website, it appears that the last one-shot R/D I wrote was done in July of 2011. So not as long ago as I'd imagined. Still, yay. ::welcomes Muse with open arms::

In other news, this week has been particularly wonderful in that I've had several conversations with friends that have me feeling far less isolated than I did a few days ago. I'm realizing that that will be key once Evan and I are living together and I'm alone all day working, with no pets for company. I do have my follow-up about my trial period for work with my former team lead; my leads changed in the midst of this scrutiny, and all I can do is see how this plays out.

But I feel marvelous. Happy Friday, all. ♥
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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