Jamie worked on cleaning up the house yesterday while I was at work and then surprised me by yelling at me in the stock room that he was there to pick me up (I was going to get a ride home with Amanda, but he decided he didn’t want to wait that long for snuggles, so surprise for me). I got home to find that he’d stuck up all my little backpack toys all over the bedroom walls and it looks adorable. He also found the bumblebear I got him and set him beside one of our Dia De Los Muertos figures, so that’s pretty awesome.
His desk broke, so he brought my drafting table into the bedroom where his desk used to be. I have carted that thing around for years and I’m glad it’s still standing (it’s heavy as hell, cumbersome, but damn if it doesn’t work).
Also when we got home yesterday, I opened the bedroom door only to be attacked by a Von Daniken book. Thwarted by Von Daniken, what a way to end the workday.
Since Jamie did practically all the hard work in order for me to “have time to rest and relax,” I might just…annoy him by bringing up all the notebooks and going through and looking for story pieces so I can work on finishing things.
I was talking to him about it the other day, pointing out that I told Ajax that I don’t write as much as I used to, but I’m finishing about the same amount of stuff as I did before. The main difference is that I’m better than I was, quality wise. That is a fun part about starting off writing, emulating people you like and trying to make it your own before you realize that your way is so much better for you and you go off and have fun with it.
Pseudopod posted to their twitter account that they’re open for submissions for next month and I had to stop myself from retweeting it and being “wow, I wish I could but my work is awful” because no one wants to hear that bullshit. So I just retweeted with “Hmm…” as my response because I’d rather give off a thoughtful, pondering which finished piece to send, than the reality of “omg my work sucks, pseudopod will never accept any of my submissions ever” fear that goes through your head.
Besides, I have enough anxiety due to work. I don’t need to add on unnecessary anxiety from just contemplating submitting something.
I have about 100 rows left on this purply shawl I’m working on. I’m making it the same way I made the Cotton Candy shawl to see how it comes out because it’s a different type of yarn that the one I used for the Cotton Candy one and I want to see how it looks.
I still need to get photos of all my finished stuff because using the coat hook on the back of the door doesn’t really show off how it looks on a person (nor does sticking it on my Giant Sloth Stuffie). I keep telling Jamie I’m going to make him model for me and he’s like “whatever” and it just cracks me up to no end.
My goal is to work on trying to finish some stuff, or at least go through some notebooks and see like where some ideas are and see what I can make with them.
I’ve got 7 stories shared on the blog, one that I submitted to a magazine (and got rejected from, which I mean, come on, I don’t blame them. They must get a fuck ton of submissions each week) and haven’t shared here. I’m pretty sure I lost one finished story to the ether that is the computer, and I’m fairly sure I’ve lost at least one finished story (or at least a handful of notes) when the external hard drive crashed on us.
And hey, it’s a wonderfully chilly October morning. I’ve got coffee, I have access to music, audiobooks, and audio narrations. I’ve only been able to listen to the first story of the latest episode of NoSleep (wonderfully grotesque. I loved it) and I have access to all eleven seasons (plus bonus episodes) at my fingertips. The animals have been taken care of, the first load of laundry has just been thrown into the dryer so I’ve got about an hour before I need to check on anything. Oh! And we have a working printer now. I am excite.