wellfourthings: I don't stalk people, in which characteristic I am beginning to feel very alone. (shoebox)
this was always a bad idea: the redux.

to the rotation we have recently added hulu sans ads, apple tv+, and showtime via prime student, for the explicit purpose of watching stephen colbert's 2020 election night special. so now it's something like netflix, hulu, spotify, apple tv+, hbo max, disney+, showtime, prime, and pretty regularly being semi-alarmed by chuck todd's creeper facial hair.

the macOS app hunt goes on, doom days is in progress, literally no one knows when moving house is happening, radio silence is at a full month, neither phone nor macbook pro are even slightly closet to set up, and we're currently on the west wing rewatch number... four? five?
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So, on the trip up, they lost my suitcase. This caused a number of problems, and one very odd consequence in the form of us collectively having to thank my father. Mostly, what was in the bag were clothes, many of them brand new, and a couple pieces of replaceable jewellery, but I did lose one very important flash drive, and the SD card I work from. That led to being thankful for Google Docs, which I cannot let stand, so as of January it's been decided I'm signing up for Dropbox Plus.

Here and now, though, I came back to a wall of stress, an appointment I couldn't reschedule, and feelings.

Instead of dealing with any of that, though, I've drabbled a short petopher thing, and now I've circled back to Stiles and Peter, and the possibilities there. Yay for avoidance! (And fic.)
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I'm transcribing drafts that I made in voice memos (because the background noise is too much for Otter Notes) the woman downstairs will not stop screaming, and it's P4A weekend.

I can totally handle this, right?

I'm currently blogging both here and on pillowfort, I can't stop creating new files, I'm still teetering at the edge of that Peter/Stiles cliff, and I leave for the lost weekend trip on Monday, so...
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I finished writing something yesterday. 'Finished' meaning it's ready for a beta, but considering I haven't actually finished writing anything in literal years...

It's Potterverse stuff and I went to the discord automatically because I know no one who betas for that fandom. Now it's out of my hands and that's not nerve-wracking at all.

But now I'm thinking about Stiles and Peter and that whole sector of content. And the way I've been going off on tangents, I can't help but wonder if that one is next...
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writing projects that are not daylight robbery are multiplying, we're well over twenty, now.

but at least those fics are going somewhere? not sure where they're going, but there's definitely momentum?

and there's a five hundred word minimum rule in place, now, so any progress at all...



efforts to actually blog? that's still questionable at best.
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in keeping with the theme of being able to write everything except what I'm supposed to be working on, I was migrating everything to my icloud notes for the sake of certainty, and it turns out that at last count I have twenty (and counting) active drafts.

send help.
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because the universe has a twisted sense of humour, guess who can write nothing for nanowrimo, but can't stop writing three different fic universes? sigh...
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