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Wish me luck

The rains of last night have buggered off and it's looking like it's going to be a lovely, sunny day. And today, Beloved is home, so I finally have a chance to edit KFZ and start trawling for agents.

New York is the place to look, apparently. Those are the agents with the global scope and reach.

Beloved's focus will be on making a thing to hold a pen so we can print out those earring cards at firkin last. But I will be enlisting their help for KFZ if it kills me.

It's been a year. I usually churn out stuff on a much faster rate. Either KFZ is that bad or I'm that bad. Eh. I should get Beloved to make sure Adapting is ready for Betas, too. I need to make certain I haven't derped in that novel as well.

With any luck, my beta readers will get back to me quicker about Adapting. Maybe KFZ was a fluke.

I have to repeat my mantra because editing always gets me down. "I am a good writer." Say it until I believe it. And even then, there's absolute tripe out there that people flock to...

Just gotta keep going.

Go on in all my beliefs, as the good Doctor once said. It's just... hard. Sometimes.

Determination

I am going to make something today. I am done with sorting the cabochons. The only pile of unsorted beads I have is a baggie of random reds, and I am not touching those until I have done. One. Firkin. PAIR.

I am going to make earrings until I am sick of it, or I have sample examples of each of my pride flag earrings firkin DONE. Whichever happens first.

Then, and only then, will I indulge my OCD aspect and sort

Winter has hit

I know it's not officially winter yet, but you can't fool my bod. All the signs are here. It's dark in the morning. The incidences of Lurgi are increasing. I need a jumper and a huge box of tissues in the morning... and the heater is staying on without anyone wanting to turn it off.

It's very hard to get out of bed in the AM.

I've removed the non-helpful insole from my boots, and that has been very helpful in getting

No business today

Chaos is due to seek help in Maroochydore again. And it's one heck of a long-ass trip there and back. The sooner that the nearer clinic has help for her, the better.

The metallic sharpies have a nib width that's too wide for legible printing, so Beloved and I went on an emergency run to Officeworks by way of Spotlight for something a little narrower. So now we won a double brace of metallic gel pens that are, quite frankly, made of

So close...

I really want to be able to start making earrings on Monday. I have a plausible workspace set up. I just need to sort all my beads, findings, and whatnot before tomorrow.

If I can put in a minimum of two hours' work a day on designs, then that means stock in abundance. I know that if I put in too many hours at jewellery, my body pays for it.

I'm in the last stretch of bead sorting. Which means that I've

Beads, glorious beads!

I've got loads of the fuckers, and I'm planning to get some more. Turns out the local post office has a jewellery stand with some interesting pieces I could definitely use. Alas, I have to wait for next payday.

So if I am still going there to collect parcels, I might grab me some nice looking beads to fluff out my already huge collection of interesting shiny things.

MeMum managed to secure a good two kilos or so from her own sources.

Secondary skills

In the words of Odo when Quark questioned his interest in funerary rituals, "Everybody needs a hobby." It didn't come in to the Hevun's Child trilogy, because almost everyone I was writing about literally did not have the time to kick back, relax, and faff around.

I glimpsed at it in The Amity Incident but by and large, the entire human colony were a bunch of nerd whose primary focus was their better future. The luxury of messing about with things to

Signs of progress?

Yes, I'd love some. I looked up the status of my nineteen parcels for EGDB, and nothing has yet shifted. I've also discovered that Auspost is absolute shit at tracking things from China.

I can't wait for the day that I'm big enough that I won't have to worry about this shit.

Chaos keeps complaining about being forced into a Dutch Braid rather than a French Braid. All her arguments are currently illogical so I guess I'd better actually show her why

Birthday Embuggerance

Miss Chaos is turning eleven in a little over a week. Her fondest wish is to see Steam Powered Giraffe. That's more than a little beyond our means, right now.

The best I can do for her is to fill her iPad with as much Steam Powered Media as I can.

Her second prize, "purple sparkles", is going to manifest in some hand-crafted jewellery. As soon as I find something suitably purple and sparkly. Fellow relatives are welcome to find as many

What a week

Today's a relatively quiet day. In that I get to spend a majority of it at home and writing.

BUT, I'm also taking the family to get stuck in the arm this afternoon.

Not something to look forward too, really, but it's something that must be done.

On the scrattle news, thirteen of my nineteen separate parcels are on their way from Asia to me. I should be able to track them, come next week. Alas, since it is free postage, I

The ball is rolling...

Perilously close to $200AUS worth of findings and assorted shiny things have now been purchased, and according to my inbox, they're coming in 19 separate orders.

I'm not kidding. Check this shit out:
[There's one more that didn't fit on my screen]

So between five business days and nine business days, all of the assorted crap I've purchased will be winging its way from factories in China all the way to my sunny shores.

Which will give me plenty of time to

Getting committed

No, the men in the nice white shirts with the interesting coat for me to wear have not turned up to take me away. I made myself sit down and actually line up the things I am going to get for my blossoming jewellery shop.

Yes, dear readers, Every Girl Deserves Beautiful is going to become a thing!

My primary focus will be pride earrings¹, but I can also do steampunky charm earrings or just intricate shiny things that are not

Passing for normal

My health is back up to baseline. Yay. I can finally stop procrastinating on the things I really should have done days ago.

For instance, I booked my little darlings and I an appointment to get stuck in the arm with a sharp stick. And since it's vaccinate or die when it comes to the flu shots, for me, I choose vaccinate.

Please vaccinate yourself, your little darlings, and push everyone you know to get jabs. It helps protect people like me

Damn it...

I've been meaning to get the Flu shot for a few days, now. Scheduling and my own scattered brain have frequently got in the way. And now it might be verging on too late because I think I'm getting a lurgi.

Scratchy throat, general feeling of nausea, mild aches that could also be me growing old. And a constant feeling of fullness that is in direct conflict with the fact that I have not eaten very much at all.

Seriously. I had

The best-laid plans...

Have gone so firkin agley that they turned out to be un-plans. Wuzgunnas, in fact.

I wuzgunna go and get myself a set of orthopaedic sandals so I didn't have my foot-sweat trying to eat my feet in my already orthopaedic trainers. BUT... the initial model I wanted was both suddenly too expensive [the price had seemingly gone up from $79.95 to $109.95] but also lacked the heel cushioning I desperately need in order to walk with relative ease. The

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Wish me luck

Determination

Winter has hit

No business today

So close...

Beads, glorious beads!

Secondary skills

Signs of progress?

Birthday Embuggerance

What a week

The ball is rolling...

Getting committed

Passing for normal

Damn it...

The best-laid plans...