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dragonlady7i'm so tired.
I've been getting delightful comments on Basking, the GO fic I posted Sunday. Many people are amused by the "Holy fuck / that's my aesthetic" line, which is great, but someone also finally commented that they liked Crowley's observation that Aziraphale is a bougie angel so I feel redeemed.
It rained for like 24 solid hours from Monday morning until midday today, and it just-- it rained soft, and then it rained hard, and then it rained steady, and it was to the point that it was soaking through the seams of the yurt roof and dripping on my bed, dripping on my clothes, dripping on my side table, dripping on things that I thought were safe from being wet, and there was nowhere I could really take shelter.
now, it was also perfectly room-temperature, so it's not as bad as if it was cold out, but it was just so damned damp and gross.
I haven't been back out there since it finally stopped raining. I'm sort of dreading it.
I need to spend tomorrow doing a zillion loads of laundry so that I can clean and dry everything that got wet.
But today was chicken day, and while my foot was sort of okay, it ached pretty badly by the end of the day. And my back hurt too, just from the strain of bending and straightening and bending again. I think I need to start doing intensive ab workouts, because I think a lot of my pain comes from inadequate core muscles. So like... I guess I should get on that.
I came up with a fantastic idea for a really fucking angsty Good Omens fic but I don't want to write it because it's really angsty and also I want to get back to the original fic I was working on. I think my idea to finish a novel by my 40th birthday isn't going to happen unless I get another week to just work on it. I don't have a week, alas, so.
I'm so damn sleepy, I just want to go to sleep and lie in bed forever. I'm so tired. It was a long day. 220ish chickens today. I eviscerated the whole time. I counted at one point, and I'd done 23 chickens in about an hour. (I was the only one collecting hearts in a particular container, so I could count.) I figured that wasn't bad, as there were four of us eviscerating and the batch of chickens had 73 in it. But then we switched up and I lost count, so who knows.
I'm being resentfully slept on by a cat who wants this chair to himself, at the moment. It's sort of cute.
Oh, and Farmkid and I finished reading The Siren Depths on my Kindle and moved right on to the Edge of Worlds. I had only expected to read the trilogy with her, but we've been working on it for months and months and months and more than a year now, maybe more than two years?? and I guess we're going for the whole five novels! So, good for us.
(I don't know that I'd recommend the Books of the Raksura for an average five year old but I know the books well and can foresee and edit the violent or sexy bits before they come up. There's a fair bit of death but I know Farmkid's pretty sanguine about that. I do have to stop and have discussions with her about unreliable narrators and how terrible things do sometimes happen in the world-- and it helps that, out of order, we read some of the short stories, so we knew that a couple of characters in particular must not die in the action sequences because they're in the later stories, that helped too. But it's been fun, and it's way better than, say, The Boxcar Children, for example.)
Oh my gosh I can't hold my eyes open. It's not even 8pm, if i get in bed I'll fall asleep and then I'll be awake at 3am. Argh.
I've been getting delightful comments on Basking, the GO fic I posted Sunday. Many people are amused by the "Holy fuck / that's my aesthetic" line, which is great, but someone also finally commented that they liked Crowley's observation that Aziraphale is a bougie angel so I feel redeemed.
It rained for like 24 solid hours from Monday morning until midday today, and it just-- it rained soft, and then it rained hard, and then it rained steady, and it was to the point that it was soaking through the seams of the yurt roof and dripping on my bed, dripping on my clothes, dripping on my side table, dripping on things that I thought were safe from being wet, and there was nowhere I could really take shelter.
now, it was also perfectly room-temperature, so it's not as bad as if it was cold out, but it was just so damned damp and gross.
I haven't been back out there since it finally stopped raining. I'm sort of dreading it.
I need to spend tomorrow doing a zillion loads of laundry so that I can clean and dry everything that got wet.
But today was chicken day, and while my foot was sort of okay, it ached pretty badly by the end of the day. And my back hurt too, just from the strain of bending and straightening and bending again. I think I need to start doing intensive ab workouts, because I think a lot of my pain comes from inadequate core muscles. So like... I guess I should get on that.
I came up with a fantastic idea for a really fucking angsty Good Omens fic but I don't want to write it because it's really angsty and also I want to get back to the original fic I was working on. I think my idea to finish a novel by my 40th birthday isn't going to happen unless I get another week to just work on it. I don't have a week, alas, so.
I'm so damn sleepy, I just want to go to sleep and lie in bed forever. I'm so tired. It was a long day. 220ish chickens today. I eviscerated the whole time. I counted at one point, and I'd done 23 chickens in about an hour. (I was the only one collecting hearts in a particular container, so I could count.) I figured that wasn't bad, as there were four of us eviscerating and the batch of chickens had 73 in it. But then we switched up and I lost count, so who knows.
I'm being resentfully slept on by a cat who wants this chair to himself, at the moment. It's sort of cute.
Oh, and Farmkid and I finished reading The Siren Depths on my Kindle and moved right on to the Edge of Worlds. I had only expected to read the trilogy with her, but we've been working on it for months and months and months and more than a year now, maybe more than two years?? and I guess we're going for the whole five novels! So, good for us.
(I don't know that I'd recommend the Books of the Raksura for an average five year old but I know the books well and can foresee and edit the violent or sexy bits before they come up. There's a fair bit of death but I know Farmkid's pretty sanguine about that. I do have to stop and have discussions with her about unreliable narrators and how terrible things do sometimes happen in the world-- and it helps that, out of order, we read some of the short stories, so we knew that a couple of characters in particular must not die in the action sequences because they're in the later stories, that helped too. But it's been fun, and it's way better than, say, The Boxcar Children, for example.)
Oh my gosh I can't hold my eyes open. It's not even 8pm, if i get in bed I'll fall asleep and then I'll be awake at 3am. Argh.
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Date: 2019-07-24 12:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-07-24 12:41 pm (UTC)But she's absolutely captivated by it.
Currently she's also obsessed with Ursula LeGuin's Catwings, so she keeps combining them, which is so goddamn adorable I can't stand it.
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Date: 2019-07-24 06:28 pm (UTC)STONE AS A GIANT INVISIBLE CAT
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Date: 2019-07-24 06:36 pm (UTC)I wonder how it would have affected my book reading or my thoughts about the world to have someone sit down and explain unreliable narrators to me when I was that little. Sounds like it would go along with a movie like Inside Out.
(Man, that movie was sad to a grown-up me though. Not sure if kid me would have absorbed it like everything else or noped out.)