Mm I’m going to have to literally throw out the

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Mm I’m going to have to literally throw out the entirety of chapter 3, I think, because the events happen but not in the way I want, and two of the three major subplots just aren’t in it. Which is fine, but that’s 10k I gotta come up with. Mm mm hmm. That’ll be a hoot. 

I can do this, I sure can. 

Meanwhile i really want to write some Poe early-childhood stuff. I actually have a completed Kes/Shara story in draft form on AO3 that I just haven’t posted yet because I don’t know when to post it. It doesn’t matter, not that many people are super into prequels (some people are, and I appreciate and enjoy that, but it’s not the same as would read the actual like in-canon-timeline stuff, you know?) but I don’t know, it seems like a lot to post. There’s no smut in it anyway. 

But I have to rewrite chapter 3 and should really focus on that. Because I literally don’t know where at least one major subplot is going, and I knew going into this that my main plot’s resolution was super flimsy, and so this subplot is going to shore that up, but I actually think it’s going to replace it entirely.

Most importantly, though, I spent the hottest part of today in the air conditioning at Tractor Supply and now I own some citronella candles and a shitload of rope to tie that yurt down properly, so, I should go do that. Today’s thunderstorms were really disappointing; there was actually zero measurable rainfall. We’re going from moderate to severe drought, here. 

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Finishing up weeding the front bed after the kid’s bathtime. A farmer’s work is never really done. (at Laughing Earth)

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I loved getting the notif email at work because it is hot and humid as shit today and I needed a reason to keep pushing today! It was awesome!

I tell you what, the comment notifications have been getting me through some incredibly hot and humid days here. I am itchy and heat-rashy and everything is goddamn terrible, but at least people like my story. 

Although last night’s MVP was the 8 D batteries I finally bought so I could have a battery-operated fan in the ger. My whole self is immensely healed just from being not sweat-marinated for a couple of hours. (And before you tilt your head inquisitively at 8 D batteries, I read a lot of reviews ok, and that fan ran all night and will run all night tonight, and that’s all I want. I have a rechargeable jump pack, but it’s not with me at present, so batteries it is.)

AND it RAINED last night. Probably like, a quarter-inch, but that also has made a huge difference. The reason it rained, naturally, is that everyone here on the farm spent all of yesterday killing themselves to finally get the emergency irrigation systems (ie, for the areas that are not normally given supplemental water; the thirsty crops already have buried drip irrigation to cut down waste) up and running. At 5pm yesterday I was coming in from putting the tiedowns onto the ger, and I coincidentally met up with two of the field crew, the farm manager, and my sister, who’d all converged on the edge of the barn by happenstance. The farm manager was drenched face to knees by his heroic battle with a sprinkler tripod, one farm hand was entirely drenched on her left side from the same, and my sister was absolutely covered head to toe sort of on purpose because she’d set up the sprinkler before she was quite done weeding, because it was just so damn hot. 

(The tail-end of that project is what was depicted in the photo I put up last night, of Ann weeding the front garden in a pink skirt while the green tripod sprinkler did its thing. She commented on the Instagram pic that dodging the running sprinkler added a certain spice to things. I meant to include in the caption that the pink skirt was because we’d already gone out to dinner, and she came home and put the kid to bed and then ran out to do the last ten minutes of weeding to finish the project. “I ran out of time in the thyme,” she said, enormously pleased; usually her husband is the punner. It’s an herb garden, see, and it literally was a big bed of thyme…)

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Do you ever just realize that if you wrote a scene by copying down what gets said in your house verbatim, you’d probably get torn apart for unrealistic dialogue?

Oh, this and things like names. My day job involves a lot of online order entry and some of the names I get– today i had a dude named Joey Biscotti. I shit you not. I’m like, no way is that his real name. We figure he’s in the Witness Protection Program.

Or like, how in any given friend group half of the dudes are named Dave and you know three Danielles and a Danyell. Like. You couldn’t do that in fiction, you just couldn’t.

I read a thing somewhere, the person was listening to surveillance tapes and reflecting on how actual real dialogue is so fucking stupid, you could not put that into a work of fiction, it would be incomprehensible. 

I sometimes nod to this by having dialogue not actually follow– one of the speakers is reacting to the other’s tone not words, etc.– but that’s so damn hard. It’s way easier if you write it snappy and readable. You know?

A coincidental visit to the breeding sows while up at the top...

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A coincidental visit to the breeding sows while up at the top pasture getting flowers for farmers market bouquets. Featuring yours truly’s heavy breathing. Peanut Butter, by the way, is the boar. (at Laughing Earth)

The toddler broke a tiny glass bottle and was distraught about it, and her father, to console her,..

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The toddler broke a tiny glass bottle and was distraught about it, and her father, to console her, is showing her YouTube videos of enormous amounts of glass getting broken. 

I’m only overhearing this but it is clearly enchanting her. He is either A+++ parenting right now or is creating a tiny monster. We shall see which it is.

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“If we moved in next door your lawn would die.” Oh Lemmy.

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The toddler broke a tiny glass bottle and was distraught about it, and her father, to console her, is showing her YouTube videos of enormous amounts of glass getting broken. 

I’m only overhearing this but it is clearly enchanting her. He is either A+++ parenting right now or is creating a tiny monster. We shall see which it is.

I have images of all the glass being shattered. I vote adorable monster.

She is Very Very Very Two (and a half). Today she screamed at me in pure rage because I could not fit a large stuffed toy into her life vest with her, and could not arrange to have the lower strap of the life vest hover at the perfect height behind her instead of buckling it. 

But then I made dessert, and unprompted, she said, “Thank you for making this delicious dessert!” and when I said “oh it was my pleasure!” she corrected me “Say you’re welcome!”

Her father assures us he told her that the people breaking the glass were naughty people. She’s still quite concerned about things getting broken but it doesn’t stop her from hitting them with other things quite hard.