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Stolen from [personal profile] cofax7

If I made Cinderella, the audience would immediately be looking for a body in the coach.
— Alfred Hitchcock

When I write a story, what do you immediately look for?
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The pervasive brain fog from the past couple of weeks has lifted noticeably, and yesterday I was not only able to get a huge chunk of work done on my Big Bang, I was also able to sit down and read for a good length of time. Not being able to concentrate on anything longer than an essay or short short story was frustrating as hell, especially as the recent fog hit me about 2/3 of the way through the most excellent Rivers of London.

Again, thank you so much for the book, [personal profile] incandescens! I'm just sorry it's taken me this long to finish it. To those of you on my flist who have not heard of this book, I highly, highly recommend it. I'll have a more detailed post once I finish it. What I will say is that it's a wonderfully snarky police procedural that, while having a supernatural bent, is firmly grounded in mundane, everyday life. For me, that combination is like catnip.

Also, the SPNJ2BB mods were kind enough to grant me a one week extension on my Big Bang, so I could finish up the edits and get this beast coded and ready to post. Yesterday, after I fleshed out a couple of key scenes, the story officially crossed the 100K mark. Erk. I'm not sure if I'm proud or horrified. I'm also a little nervous about how it will be received, because the whole thing is firmly in John's point of view, and I know that fandom tends to have, well... strong opinions on the subject of Sir. Anyhow, the beast goes up August 2. Eee!

Weatherwise, we should be getting a break in the heat tomorrow, when we're expecting a high of 93 degrees. And yes, that counts as a break in the heat. The cat, of course, loves this weather and wants to be a snugglebug. The good news is that the plants I was worried about seem to be pulling through okay. The weeds are still thriving, but it's too damned hot/humid for me to go out and deal with them. I've got that on the docket for next weekend, or perhaps during the week next week if the weather cooperates. If I work in half-hour increments, I could probably get the worst of it done before the weekend even gets here.

Speaking of weeds, I have a few 'volunteer' redbuds from my tree that have set up in the mulched area around the A/C. There is also what appears to be a holly in my side garden. Given that Mama Redbud is looking kind of scraggy after some branches had to be removed to get them away from the power lines (the people who planted it years back fucked up the early pruning, so she has the proportions of a lollipop), I'm going to move the healthiest looking volunteers to safer locations and nurture them along as potential replacements for their parent. I'll also see if I can coax the holly into domestication.

Off to do a grocery run before the weather gets too vile.
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This week is an off week from gym stuff so I can let the joints, connective tissue, etc. have time to recover after what I've been putting them through. Also, the next phase of this workout plan looks like it will be pretty intense, so I'll need to go into it fresh. The goal of this stage is to get me to where I can do an unassisted pullup. We'll see...

Job stuff--more of the same, but with signs of improvement. )

Yesterday, I was able to dig into the original fiction project that's been circling around in my head for a few years now. For some reason, the main character's voice finally gelled in my head and I was able to get the opening scene out of my head and into words.

One thing I need to be careful about is psyching myself out at this point with thoughts about the number of characters who are clamoring to be p.o.v. characters, and the ages of those characters. Some of them are in their early teens, others are in their late 30s/early 40s. It's an odd mix, that's for certain.
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At the moment, I am lounging in a freshly made bed, eating mullu murruku and having a glass of Reisling (the perfect wine for spicy snacks). I am quite content.

This is one of those weekends where I'm kind of wondering where the hell the time went, but that's not a bad thing. Yesterday, I did a little bit of this and a little bit of that, including lounging around, weeding, doing laundry, running errands and hitting the gym for the first time since my bout of stomach flu.

(Speaking of the gym, I'm now doing chest presses with two 25 lb dumbbells. Woot.)

Last week was a bit hectic, what with the aforementioned stomach bug and being sans computer for a few days. Plus, work is busy as ever--next week will likely be another run of 10 and 11 hour days. Hectic, but not bad, and I finagled a way to work at another campus closer to home on Friday. I did go into work a bit today, and it was actually rather nice. For all that it chews up and spits out my time, I do like my job. And the good news is, they're looking at increasing head count in my department next year, and my team leader and I are actively working on defining and streamlining my job description.

Today was another quiet day. Before heading into work, I mostly worked on fic (spn_summergen) and re-watched the SPN season finale in the e-company of a friend who had not yet watched it. I liked it much better on re-watch, oddly enough. I think that not having the suspense pushing me through the plot line gave me more time to think about things as they happened. Also, it's fun watching in the company of someone who isn't involved in online fandom. What's really funny is that she started out disliking Dean intensely (thought he was a jerk) and is now openly lusting after him. Sam, she wants to feed soup and wrap up in a blankie. Given that said friend is 5'2", this is an amusing mental image.

Fic-wise, I'm feeling rather accomplished. Another section of Winter War will be going up this week, and I'm now at 5,000 words on my spn_summergen story. I'm at 20,000 words on the Bleach Fic That Ate My Brain, at the moment. I haven't worked on it in about a week, but that's only because I need to get the summergen story done and I wanted to get the Winter War chapter done. It's been a while since I've had a story get at me like this, and I hope that what ends up on the page can convey what's dancing around my brain.
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A fic bingo circling around mundane events. How could I resist?

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