Disorganised Today - Datorganised Tomorrow

Paid the bills. Yay. Have to add supplemental material for my Patrons, which I have yet to write. Boo.

[Instant distraction moment: I discovered that Bill Amend, artist behind the Foxtrot comics, is on Bluesky and sharing silly doodles. Anti-fascist doodles]

I'm procrastinating on recording more chapters for Adorable, so they'll likely appear on my Patreon next week.

I do have some stuff for the Archive to share, but I want to get the thing for the Promptcast to pop up in there too.

...and I've just been drafted to help out with the Promptcast's weekly newsletter. Yay...

More writing is overdue, so I'd best get a shake-along.

...and bread. Everything is sideways today. I've been forgetting a few things because they are out of the normal order.

Today, after I do my story, I shall be working on the Madlibs query letters for the books I plan to pitch. If I do it well, I might launch a simul-pitch launch. I may need my friends in Discord to play the Pitch-a-Book Dating Game.

That's happening sometime very soon because launching has become more important recently. Shit or get off

I just need one thing to fix the fuck-off hole in the catio.

[Shown here, plastic garden mesh with a huge hole in it. Concrete and plants are visible through it]

It's aviary clips. I've bought them via click and collect and will collect them when prompted to do so.

In about four hours. When the full heat is on the day.

So my options are: Wait until the day cools off and do that, or... wait until early the following morning

I have new glasses, and the weight of the new lenses is causing some pain in the nose stop area. Not at all helped by there being a firkin pimple on one side, right where it would be the biggest annoyance.

I got rid of that thing, but the area still hurts.

I have finally sorted which idea to use for this week's prompt - another one I didn't vote for. So I can work on that, the prompt from the Promptcast,

There's a lot of horseshit happening in my life today that I did not need happening. Starting with the precursor to a truly nasty stress headache that renders me functionally blind. Yay. The good news is that I clued on to what was happening and got myself dosed up with painkillers in time.

The bad news is - I have too much stress going on.

I have my mum panicking about her pension to the point where she's forgotten how to use

It's half-past nine and so far I'm feeling like...

[Shown here: A simplified humanoid figure oscillating rapidly left and right. It is captioned, "I have done nothing productive all day"]

Which is a lie. I have finished up half a chapter of ADT, I've been working on some fun fiction this morning. And I'm reaching for motivation to start submitting books at people again, but it's the kind of work that makes my bones feel heavy and uuuuuurgh.

If I had an

I've been going on drips and dribbles with ADT these last two days. Mostly because the lure of three firkin fanfics are calling me with their siren song. I'm aiming to use my ankle icing time to add a few sentences into one work or another. I successfully added a sentence to three fics so this break will focus on the book first, and then drift off to wherever the muse drags me.

So far, so good.

The bread's done, the story's

I have a loaf in the incubator, Wilson warming up for the next batch of bread, and I've learned that LibGen, a database of stolen works used to train AI, contains my book The Amity Incident.

Fun.

Alas, the information of what to do seems to be behind a paywall and I have no idea what to do about it. Some searching has dug up A lead, but I'm not entirely certain it's the right one.

I've done a few paragraphs in