Digital Eclipse

Sleeeeeeeepy. Lately I've started feeling wrung out way early in the evening. I'm not sure I approve. :\

Polybang is over and done with, and there was much rejoicing. (Yay.) I am officially out of deadlines, which means its time to work on editing, the Monster and a little side-something to keep me interested while I'm beating other fics into submission. We'll see how that goes. I'm planning on releasing things in chapters and parts, to buy me time to work on the next big thing. Eventually, I hope to be caught up. We'll see.

Richard problems continue. On Monday I came home to a missing riding lawn mower. It's been reported stolen, and he's been pitching a royal fit about it ever since. It's a John Deer that's registered with the parent corp as stolen, so with any luck we'll get it back and Richard will be implicated. In the meantime, I'm just trying to hold down the fort.

Other than all of that, life has been rather Samey. It's kind of amazing. ♥

I am exhausted and stressed and Richard's ass still isn't in jail. (sigh) And I wasn't able to get a restraining order, so I'm pretty much just left waiting for him to fuck up again.

(takes a shot)

Other than Richard, I'm enjoying having the house to myself. I have the bathroom, the hallway and the laundry room sparkling. I also have the sewing room, kitchen and back bedrooms crammed full of stuff I took out of the other rooms. One room at a time, Faerii, one at a time. But it's lovely to be able to make dinner and not have people sniping out of my plate even though they'd already eaten, and to clean without being nagged, or to not clean because there's no point in scrubbing counters when tomorrow I'll be covering them with junk. I could get used to this, minus the freaky asshole uncle part.

Kittens grow well. I'm going to miss the little shits. D: I wish I could keep them. They're snuggly and sweet and go through fire and babygates to follow me around. Two more weeks. :( If I had a house of my own, I probably would keep them, but with a zillion dogs and two cats already it's just too much.

While I was showering, I had an epiphany about how I think I can get my vampire NaNo to work. \o/ It will require a fuckton of rewriting, but I think it'll flow much better. And it'll set me up easier for that universe to click together. Polybang is completely and utterly done and turned in and all is shiny, but if it weren't this is what I'd write about it: In Polybang, I came up with a name. It is a wonderful name. I also have four and a half scenes to write, two and a half of them containing porn. I got some written today, and some yesterday, and if Faculty Training will just stop being so useless I might manage to get a good chunk hashed out tomorrow. (crosses fingers)

Finally, if you're in South Carolina, vote Stephen Colbert Herman Cain in the primaries. You know you want to.

OMG OMG OMG EMMA IS PLANNING ON TAKING MARY AND PAPA HOME FOR A VISIT.

ONLY LOUISE WILL BE LEFT.

FREEDOOOOOOOOM.

(flails)

Not gonna lie, I did a little happy dance when I found out and hugged Emma. I'll be able to get so much done, it'll be a huge huge huge break. \o/

I'm home. I've actually been home since last Tuesday night, but finding time to sit down and type up a DW entry has been a pain. I left out around 7-ish AM and arrived home around 9-ish PM, which wasn't too bad for having to make a bajillion stops. See, the kittens are at the Escape ALL THE THINGS stage, and it turns out that there's few things more terrifying than going 80MPH down a highway and checking your rear view to see a kitten in your back window. AHHHHH. But we made it home, everyone's safe and snug, family driving me to contemplate murder, etc. So pretty much SNAFU. Which I've just decided needs to be a tag.

Kittens do well, and I really do need to take more pictures of them. They actually look like kittens now instead of rodents! Working on getting them weaned, because Duzie looks so pathetic whenever they nurse with their sharp little kitten teeth. So far, no dice. I'm keeping a close eye on them because the ever-present flea problem is still a problem, but flea combing is the best thing I can do right now. I need to chat with a vet about if some medication I have is safe for them. The box says it is, but I'd rather ask first.

( Discussion of pet death, family drama and illness )

Anyway, such was my return home. :\ Happy New Year, I guess. 2011 sucked, so with any luck 2012 will be different. Of course, I said that at the end of 2010. D:

Normally I do some sort of end of the year writing summary, but so much of my writing this year wasn't published, it would just be a mess to work it out. D: I'm just going to have to crack on finishing/posting stories for a while.

After traveling all day yesterday, Zena, the cats and I have arrived in Arkansas.

Save me.

Actually, it hasn't been too bad. Only mild arguments so far, and I've already indoctrinated my nephews into the Way of Cap. A good start. Working like a woman possessed on the stories I've got due when I can, but it's hard. D: (flails) Hopefully I'll get it all done on time.

A love meme! Click the link to go to my thread. IDK why I'm doing one, but what the hell, why not?

I discovered the most delicious thing by way on Popcorn Indiana's Dark Chocolate Fudge Popcorn. Omg omnomnom, just the right mix of chocolate and salty, and also gluten-free for those on my circle who mind such things. I give it an A+ on the taste-o-meter.

Kittens grow well and strong, and have already developed a sixth sense for when I'm trying to snap a picture. :| I will achieve one where they're looking at the camera. I WILL. But their eyes and ears are open, and they've already tried to bite me (little guys don't like being flea combed).
( More babbling, some on family and family health issues )

And now, I need to seek Second Dinner, because First Dinner apparently wasn't enough. Omnom.

:( I has a sick. I'm all stuffed and oozing and achy. (Like Tony Stark's dick after that thing in college with too much booze and not enough attention paid to who and how he was getting laid. So, like Tony Stark in college, really.) So work kind of sucked. Yesterday I ended up passing out way early, and I will probably do so again today. Running a low-grade

The kittens continue well. Still squeaky and rat-like, I hope to see them open their eyes soon. :D

I may or may not have descended into Fallen London with valtyr. It's a marvelous time waster, while at the same time making it hard to waste all day by the limits. Right now, I've seduced a struggling artist and am moving on to his model. I'm a bit aimless, truthfully. Just building up stats and being an opportunist. Nightmares are a bit of an issue (I managed to reach 4 on day one. 4! HTH), but my goldfish helps. Being an Intimate of Devils, however, probably isn't going to do me any good. Well, except the goodies they toss my way sometimes.

I am having trouble choosing the options that look most fun. I keep looking at them and going, "Cap wouldn't like that. :(" Which I think we can all agree is a silly thought when I'm deciding between things like whether to give some poor heartbroken artist the blood of the guy who betrayed him or slip him a bit of mine instead. I mean, really now.

No kittens yet. I've had a serious talk with my cat about how rude it is to keep us waiting like this, but she's a cat. She'll do it whenever she damned well pleases.

I'll probably be putting up my card post soon, so start thinking if you want one. No take-backsies once they're stamped. :P
( rambling )

( Fic Exchange! Spoilery! )

Finally, a confession.

I OTP Darcy/Loki in movieverse. No, I don't have any fricking clue how this happened, other than that it's beautiful crack and I have a habit to support. I may have to write it, just as soon as I write LokiPreg fem!Loki/Doom.

And then perhaps fem!Loki/Doom/Darcy, as the next logical step.

... Yep. I've been broken.

Like Tony's dick.

Fic, completed!

It wound up being a grand total of 54,389 words, so not too far off from what I figured it would be. I ended up going back and adding a few details that I think might help, and while driving to get my brake light fixed I managed to think of something that nicely explains a minor plot hole. I'll have to tuck it in at the beginning, and then drop it a few more times, but I think it'll work (and also tie back into the first fic, which may help create the illusion that I know what I'm doing).

After this, I'm going to run this thing through the editing machine, but hopefully that won't take too long. Then, ship it out for beta and turn my eyes on a much bigger prize. (gulp) I did 50k in 10, I can do 100k in 50, right? D:

On the kitten front, Duzie just keeps getting more pregnant. She woke me up out of a dead sleep last night to rub her belly. (sigh) I broke down and bought a space heater for my room, since it's been getting down into the 30s and Mary refuses to turn on the heater. (Papa has a heater for his room, and you'd better believe I keep that thing turned on.) Normally I'd just stay curled under an electric blanket, but when kittens get here, the whole room's going to need to stay warm.

Other than that, things continue on, as always. ♥ I'll probably go back to my regularly scheduled lack-of-posting after this, but IDK, maybe not. Posting visible word counts and dailies keeps me motivated. (The shame factor I mentioned at the start of the month, lol.) We'll see.
( And the last two excerpts )

Because my internet went on a drunken binge last night and would say it was connected and then not let me on. I updated my word count on the Nano sit by phone and then gave up. Tonight it looks like it may work, so... (crosses fingers)

Work has been a bit off the hinges. IT broke something we'd fixed at the start of the year, as IT tends to do, but unfortunately this is one of those things that everyone mistakes as my job. Even IT. >:[ So I spent a lot of time being yelled at by people, and a lot of time yelling at people. Not fun.

The cat has entered the "fuck with Mommy" stage of Pregnancy. At this point, I'm positive that everything she does is designed to either keep me from precious sleep or trick me into thinking she's about to give birth. And I fall for it every time.

Now, before I go into anything about... well, anything, I want you all to know that I'm pretty sure this is all valtyr's fault. I'm not sure how, but it usually is.

At my last reporting, I had reached 30,050 words. Yesterday, that was bumped up by 6,015, bringing me up to 36,065. Three dailies, almost four. That was... Not easy. There was cursing and a lot of yelling and last-second edits on the fly. valtyr, bless her, talked me down off the ledge a couple of times when things started to get sticky. My original plan fell through due to technofail. Seriously, I needed some sort of high tech gadget that would give me a reason for a live fire test, and I ended up going with something completely different that was literally impossible to test with explosives. :| But it was worked through, thank goodness, and I moved on to the Dramatic Climax.

By dint of working my ass off, today I tackled the first part of my Dramatic Climax. It's not yet downhill, but it's getting there, and I might even be able to pull a decent ending out of it. If you'd asked me yesterday how I felt about my planned ending, you may have heard the phrase "salt and burn". So yeah.

Anyway, because I seem to have left my self preservation instincts in my other jacket, today I forced out a whopping 8,957 words, which has done me the honor of having reached 45,022 total, another six dailies. And if I ever think this is a good idea again, someone please remind me of how badly my arm aches right now.

I'm not even sure how to handle my quotes this time. There's nine of them. Yeesh. I guess I'll pick small ones?
( WTF I Don't Even )