Reading and not writing

I had forgotten to update my little “things I’ve read!” page with the things I’ve gotten through for April. I find it kind of funny. I start all these books and what are the ones I go to: Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman. I don’t mind, really. I enjoy going back to the Discworld time and time again and I enjoy wandering around with the likes of Mr Nancy.

I currently have 1247 books on my kindle and…however many physical books strewn around the house and put up in the shelf on the garage. I have almost all the Discworld novels on the kindle and I’m fairly certain most of Neil Gaiman’s work on here as well. I’ve got the majority of the Dragonbreath series (as well as 9 Goblins) by one of my favorite artist/authors, Ursula Vernon. But, I’ve also got a smattering of history books, horror novels (e.g: The Troop by Nick Cutter), various collections of ghost stories, various cookbooks (e.g: Thug Kitchen and The Oh She Glows cookbook) and little oddities like crochet books and how to do magical oils (it’s a Llewellyn book. I thought it’d be interesting).

I also have To Stir A Magick Cauldron by Silver Ravenwolf. I’ve read through it before, a long time ago, and now that I’m reading it again, I find myself more amused with the book than anything. I realize that I am perfectly comfortable with how I do stuff (as I described it to my now former minions: I’m a lazy pagan, every holiday is summed up as “I’m going to light shit on fire and have a beer.” –I do more for each but that’s the basic jist of it for me. each person and group is different, and I love it). And I realize that, the more I wander through the Discworld, the more I’m a witch like Nanny Ogg and Granny Weatherwax. The more I wander through the Discworld and life, the more I realize that I’m reading the Real Life version of Mrs. Letice Earwig, and I just crack the fuck up.

So, instead of working on a short story that I started the day before yesterday  or going through my notebooks to try to find a couple other short stories (or going on the external hard drive and getting my short stories off that and putting them back on the PC so I can work on them), I’ve been spending my time reading. There’s nothing wrong with that. It’s a nice little change up of things. Or, if I feel like I can’t figure out where to go next, I’ll surf around for some writing prompts and see what I can come up with. I’m in no rush.


I am not a weekend warrior

I quit my job.

I had been thinking about leaving the job that I had been at for three years for a while. I’d been applying to places here and there, but not taking it fully seriously. Thinking on it as “Well, I’m here. I get 40+ hours a week, I get paid decently, I like quite a few of my minions and coworkers, and…I loathe my job. If [position I’m applying for elsewhere] doesn’t pan out, I’ll still have a full-time job and we’ll be closer to our goals.”

Jamie and I spoke about it at some length over whether or not it’d be a good idea, we looked at the budget, and realized: it’d be healthier if I just quit. No worries on whether or not I can get hired somewhere else within a short amount of time, just go ahead and leave. I decided that I’d work my Friday shift and turn my stuff in afterwards, either by leaving it on the desk in personnel or speaking with personnel if they were there.

Everything about Friday was wrong. I found out equipment that I loaned to a coworker had “mysteriously” disappeared, the cabinet that I have to use for equipment had somehow been damaged, but overnight had left and left me to find out while I got asked repeatedly when I was going to help my minions. My (now former) boss freaked the hell out after I fixed the cabinet and reset everything to where important stuff was locked in the only drawer that somehow wasn’t broken and I had Saved The Morning by fixing everything that had been messed up. Only to be yelled at by the Store Manager who decided that, while I was helping out a customer and trying to explain some stuff to her, This was the perfect opportunity to screech at me about part of the job that I did already. The customer was not pleased with the interruption.

I worked the whole shift, kept my mouth shut, and clocked out. I walked to the breakroom, talked to Jamie for a few minutes, charged my phone up enough so it wouldn’t die, and dropped my stuff off at personnel, where she immediately thought I was joking around until I pointed out that I was tired of the bullshit that I have to put up with every day and, more importantly, the place exacerbated my schizophrenia and I ain’t dealing with that. She sat there, shocked, and I smiled, said bye and good luck.

Saturday, Jamie got up at 4am and left by 4.30 with a cup of coffee and headed up to Dublin. I, on the other hand, continued to sleep until 7. I let the dogs out, played with the dogs, washed the dishes, did laundry, and Jamie was home by 12pm, claiming that next time I’m going fishing with them and next time they’re taking a roll of duct tape so they can tape his little brother’s mouth shut. (John was really excited to go fishing with Jamie and talked endlessly)

We spent the afternoon being pretty lazy and loving on the dogs. Sunday, we started working on yardwork before it started getting really hot/humid (hello Virginia summers, you’re showing up on time I see) and he started to do some work in the house while I worked on the craft room. I brought all the starters outside so they’d get some Real Sunlight, took apart one of the shelves so I could flip some of them, and set everything outside. We both got super grossed out by Episode 3 of Season 7 of The NoSleep Podcast *

Seriously. There’s a reason why it’s got an extra warning in it.

We got the starters back in the craft room and re-set up, and then spent another fairly lazy afternoon together. I started working on a story idea and Jamie got killed by a badger in Far Cry Primal.  It was really nice being able to go at our own pace, go to the grocery store and pick up a handful of items (Jamie bought another thing of bananas and joked about being Donkey Kong with all the bananas he’s been buying lately), and not rush. Not have to feel like we had to push to get a lot of stuff done in a very small amount of time.

And it feels great. I’m not stressed, I don’t feel like I’m getting screwed over, the paranoia is back to its base level, and I feel like I’m doing well. Jamie and I agreed that this feels like a good “start over” time. It’s a nice little reboot.

I started working on a project again and now I’m halfway done with it. The goal is to finish it in…10 days (eek). I’m hoping I can have it done in 10 days! I got a chunk of it done today, so hopefully I can continue with the streak.


* = each of the links goes to different parts of the NoSleep podcast website. It’s fairly easy to figure out. If you just want to go to the NoSleep podcast website, click the part that says NoSleep. Jamie and I love this podcast. This is one of the few podcasts we put money down for each and every time and it is the only podcast where we’ve agreed we will forgo a food run in order to buy a season pass. Each season gets better and better, David Cummings gets better and better, and it is amazing. I can’t recommend it enough.

What’s wrong here

Some moments, I think Virginia is fairly backwards. We mean well, but, well, we’re a bunch of hicks . We’re the South that isn’t really The South and the top half of our state is considered Forward and Uppity (and gods damned expensive to live in). I live in the Southwest part. Roanoke is the 3rd or 4th largest city this state has (think about it: there’s Richmond, Charlottesville, and Norfolk. what comes next? Roanoke) and is one of the top cities to come to for outdoorsy stuff (we have bits of the Appalachain Trail! You can easily cruise on the Blue Ridge Parkway at practically any given time–there’s a bunch of entrances to it!) There are some times where I think that Roanoke is the gateway drug for outdoorsy folk (biking, hiking, the greenway, the Parkway, we’ve got a rock wall climby place, there are sidewalks, etc)

Virginia is home to some fairly weird shit (Roanoke has The Star, there’s a giant fiberglass cowhead somewhere [I plan on going to find it], there’s the dude who made Foam Henge [and Foam Henge, obviously], we have Jellystone Park), we have Historical Places (Williamsburg, Monticello, Civil War battlefields–and sometimes reenactments!), we have Moonshine (Franklin County, baby). We also have strange laws (e.g: you can’t walk a donkey down the main street of my hometown. I really want to walk a donkey down the main street of my hometown just to see what happens. I’ll probably get swarmed by children)

The headquarters of PETA is located in Norfolk *twitch* I personally am not a fan of having the headquaters of such a batshit crazy organization of people who think murdering animals is “kinder” than adopting them out. Nor am I a fan of the fact that they absolutely despise my precious babies, who are stupid and derpy and eat bees every spring/summer and have to be given benadryl to ease the swelling down, just because they are block heads.

But, there are moments when I am thankful that we live in our weird, slightly backwards state of Virginia. The business laws kinda suck, but I love that they’re enticing people into having bees for the sake of our environment. I hate that all of our caverns have White Nose and have had the disease for a number of years, but I like the fact that one of the local caverns there are a number of people researching and trying to find a cure for this dreadful ailment (because I love bats. bats are awesome. I helped a bat once when I was working at Walgreens and all my idiot coworkers were freaking the fuck out. It was adorable and was just really tired)

I really hope to have a bathouse for the yard to entice them to eat the mosquitos that’ll invade us in the coming months. I’ve got my Grackels (squee!) and my house sparrow budgie-looking birds (I’m really bad at birds), and the cardinals and bluejays and catbirds who like to torment the dogs. The woodpecker is back and I heard the red-tailed hawk the other day and it’s only a matter of time before we see our neighborhood fox and the handful of buzzards.

But, I am thankful I live in Virginia. Where my friends can marry their significant others without fear of being labeled freaks, without having to go through hoops (or lie for their sake of safety). I’m thankful that my friends can go to any restroom without fear of getting the shit kicked out of them because it’s the one they need to go into, not the one they are told they have to go to just because of some stupid birth defect.

I’m sad that North Carolina has passed this unspeakable law against people who haven’t done a damn thing except the normal “we’d like equal rights” thing. I’m sad that there are areas that still do the whole “ewww” thing and don’t understand that there is a whole world of us weirdos that aren’t cisgendered white males. (I am a Manders. I don’t consider myself male or female unless I have to pee. and then it’s only a matter of “who has the cleanest toilets and who won’t be freaked out.” yeah, I wear a bra and have long hair, but so what. I can pick up your 80lbs car battery with no problem)

I hate that people are still in the mindset of “omg people will hurt our children if we let the _____ in here.” No, people will hurt others because they’re fucked up in the head and will do it no matter what law is enacted. I hate that now people are even more concernd of where they have to pee just because of a bunch of old geezers are afraid. It’s 2016.

What is so wrong with people that they’re terrified of people going to a restroom? It’s a normal body function (unless you’re an undead), and from my almost-30-years experience on this little green/blue ball we call home, I have only witnessed one issue of someone getting harassed in a restroom:: A friend and I had gone to the mall, she had a shaved head (like you do) and dressed androgynous. These two women got all up in her face demanding to know if she knew which restroom she was in. They were angry and ready to knock the shit out of her. She had to reassure them that she was female and all she had to do was pee. She was at the point of telling these really pissed off women that if it made them feel better, she could go to the men’s room and get her ass beat there. They finally calmed down after she loudly exclaimed “I have tits y’know.” They calmed down enough to leave. And y’know what, that shit is scary.

Who in their right mind thinks it’s ok to force people into that situation?

I’m sorry North Carolina, but your politicians are idiots. You have a beautiful state and a lot of fun stuff, but y’gotta do something about your rulings. I do not feel comfortable (even as a seemingly cisgendered white girl, which I don’t really feel like I am. sure, I’m a white girl…with my awesome deathly pallor, but cisgendered? ha, no.) going into your beautiful state (because, honestly, North Carolina is prettier than Virginia). Jamie and I will make our vacation, drive-bys, beach visits, etc elsewhere.

And I don’t know what the fuck is going on with Mississippi. I thought y’all were supposed to be kind of like us. Almost backwoodsy, kinda hickish (saying things like yonder and such), laid back kinda people. Y’all were a state that didn’t really splash in the pool of politics (then again, I honestly don’t know about y’all’s politics because I’ve never had to know them). I’d always thought of Mississippi as twangy, ghostly, and mostly like here. Hot and humid in the summers, mild winters that were always better than ours. A place of ghost stories, legends, and historical things.

But now you’ve got this whole Anti thing going on and I think that’s a load of bollocks. I didn’t know y’all were that gods damned backward. Now y’all look like a bunch of backwoods country folk who dressed in their Sunday Best to spew out bullshit from a eugenics book over 100 years ago because you think it’s a swell idea and gosh darnit if the youngin’s are fighting it.