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We still haven’t had a frost but there was some snow/sleet/shit “wintry mix” overnight– I know because it was on my windshield when I went out to hang up the clothes on the clothesline, and I inwardly cackled because I don’t have to clean that shit off my windshield in order to walk to work, ha.
My ankle is nearly healed, except that I tried to run across the road to evade traffic and oh my ankle is not healed, so. I will stick to walking, in supportive hiking boots, and if I see that the light is changing, I will slow down and just stand there and wait.
My first entire week of walking I saw a number of people out and about and did not greet any of them. My first day of walking this week, I passed three separate people, at least one of whom I’d seen before walking his dog, and all of them offered me greetings. Since then I’ve decided I say hi to everyone I pass unless they are busy or studiously ignoring me. This morning I politely said “good morning” to a boy (teenage, possibly– clearly young but taller than me) waiting for the bus, so that he wouldn’t knock into me with his absent-minded fidgeting, and then I realized his father was standing in the door of the apartment building watching him wait for the bus, and so I greeted his father politely too. They were Black, and I thought briefly of many horrible reasons why a Black father would feel that he couldn’t let his son out of his sight even for a few minutes until the bus came, but decided they were probably just enjoying one another’s company because it was less sad to consider.
I always smile at people with dogs, but I know not to make any move to pet the dogs, even if they approach me.
I’ve resumed work on the stupid original novel. I don’t know, it just seems like I might as well write down the rest of what I’d come up with plot-wise, even though I think it’s all going to go for backstory. I made the mistake of telling it straight-ahead, when clearly this story only works as an unreliable narrator kind of deal.
I get to have an agender character, though. Here’s a question– this person is a patrol captain, kind of police-y but like, frontier police– anyway, their introductory scene featured a stranger calling them “ma’am” and them being annoyed, but is there an accepted gender-neutral version of sir/ma’am, or should I be coming up with one myself? I defaulted to spivak pronouns because I’m used to them from, of all things, BB-8, but I haven’t decided 100%, I might just use “them”.
(It seemed like a really good character introduction and also a good way to introduce unreliability– the stranger who misgenders em is representing a particular faction, and so ey instinctively judges against that faction and then has to fight with emself about this judgment, and it’s a great opportunity to make something muddy that I really need to be muddy in order for the plot to work.)
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We still haven’t had a frost but there was some snow/sleet/shit “wintry mix” overnight– I know because it was on my windshield when I went out to hang up the clothes on the clothesline, and I inwardly cackled because I don’t have to clean that shit off my windshield in order to walk to work, ha.
My ankle is nearly healed, except that I tried to run across the road to evade traffic and oh my ankle is not healed, so. I will stick to walking, in supportive hiking boots, and if I see that the light is changing, I will slow down and just stand there and wait.
My first entire week of walking I saw a number of people out and about and did not greet any of them. My first day of walking this week, I passed three separate people, at least one of whom I’d seen before walking his dog, and all of them offered me greetings. Since then I’ve decided I say hi to everyone I pass unless they are busy or studiously ignoring me. This morning I politely said “good morning” to a boy (teenage, possibly– clearly young but taller than me) waiting for the bus, so that he wouldn’t knock into me with his absent-minded fidgeting, and then I realized his father was standing in the door of the apartment building watching him wait for the bus, and so I greeted his father politely too. They were Black, and I thought briefly of many horrible reasons why a Black father would feel that he couldn’t let his son out of his sight even for a few minutes until the bus came, but decided they were probably just enjoying one another’s company because it was less sad to consider.
I always smile at people with dogs, but I know not to make any move to pet the dogs, even if they approach me.
I’ve resumed work on the stupid original novel. I don’t know, it just seems like I might as well write down the rest of what I’d come up with plot-wise, even though I think it’s all going to go for backstory. I made the mistake of telling it straight-ahead, when clearly this story only works as an unreliable narrator kind of deal.
I get to have an agender character, though. Here’s a question– this person is a patrol captain, kind of police-y but like, frontier police– anyway, their introductory scene featured a stranger calling them “ma’am” and them being annoyed, but is there an accepted gender-neutral version of sir/ma’am, or should I be coming up with one myself? I defaulted to spivak pronouns because I’m used to them from, of all things, BB-8, but I haven’t decided 100%, I might just use “them”.
(It seemed like a really good character introduction and also a good way to introduce unreliability– the stranger who misgenders em is representing a particular faction, and so ey instinctively judges against that faction and then has to fight with emself about this judgment, and it’s a great opportunity to make something muddy that I really need to be muddy in order for the plot to work.)
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