tsukinofaerii: Fluttershy cuddling Angel (MLP: Fluttershy cuddling Angel)
Quick update on life while my visiting mother showers.

House situation remains the same. Some day, family will return and I will be free. Fuck knows when that will be.

Richard is back in jail. State wants to keep him for five years, which (with his health) is essentially a life sentence. Currently, the other house is habitated by his boyfriend, his boyfriend's family, one of my cousins and her friend. Considering the people, blockading of the doors continues.

My position at work has been upgraded to staff! This means it shall have full benefits and possibly a raise in pay. The downside is that I have to apply and interview for it. Nothing is guaranteed, which is annoying, but it's a pretty good chance I'll get it.

In the meantime, I'm cut back to 25 hours a week. :| Unamused.

Mother is currently visiting (as mentioned above), and her existence has done terrible things to my writing/editing/etc schedule. She leaves out on Tuesday. I'll miss her, but it'll be nice having the place to myself again. I can't write when she's here. @@ I try, and fail. So I'm looking forward to getting back to work.

Next fic up for editing is girl!Steve2, followed up by vamp!Tony and then onward with the Fallen London AU, woven in and out with Teen Wolf fics. Writing is slowing significantly due to non-fandom writing obligations. (One day, I shall write about that, but today is not that day.)

And now my mom's back and I'm off! Stay safe out there! ♥
tsukinofaerii: I am so going to Hell (Going to hell)
TL;DR shit's going down at home again. I'm safe, but nervy as fuck and barricaded in until Monday. I ended up taking the cabinets off the hinges to scrub them just to ease my nerves. :\ It's a complicated mess. Richard stayed home this weekend and now we're officially On The Outs. (sighs) He's making all sorts of threats, but with any luck at all I'll get through. The cops were useless, as always, because to them Richard stealing my grandfather's car is a fucking civil issue. Luckily, this time I have the contact info of an investigator who is Very Displeased by the way things have been handled. So crossing my fingers.

But I'm not going to focus on that, because it's depressing and I have something much more happy making. [personal profile] sunspot made podfic of The Inaugural Meeting!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. I haven't been able to listen yet, but go give her love guys! She's amazing! It's over here!
tsukinofaerii: Toothless from How To Train Your Dragon growling (Grrrrr)
And I was having such a nice Sunday. (sigh) Making this quick because typing without my right ring finger is surprisingly awkward. So TL;DR version, we think we know how Richard got in: a locksmith, Literally that's the only way. So I pulled out a marker and wrote a big old DO NOT CUT KEY sign on the piece of wood blocking the window Richard busted, in the process getting myself stung by a wasp on the currently not-in-use ring finger. Also finally got a cop out to talk to me about Richard breaking in on Wednesday only to be told lol, nothing they can do because omg what if I left the house unlocked and well he didn't STEAL anything and blah blah fucking blah. Same thing goes for the stolen vehicle Richard is making use of. "He had access to the keys!" Because "HE'S NOT SUPPOSED TO BE DRIVING IT" has no weight, I guess. :| They're refusing to do anything there, too. The only thing that came out of this mess was an official No Trespassing Warning given to Richard, which apparently no one had done on the previous FOUR CALLS. :| :| :|

So yeah. That was my "peaceful" Sunday. (sigh) 500 words of EBZ fic, a swollen wasp-stung finger and Richard got a stern talking to. GDI. Barricading the doors tonight. Funtimes.


Jun. 7th, 2012 11:12 pm
tsukinofaerii: Yuki as a mouse, looking freaked out. "Having a bad day" (Bad day)
My life.

Richard got out of jail on Wednesday. An hour later, he called his eldest daughter from inside my home using my home phone line. Naturally as soon as I heard I zoomed home to change the locks. The creepy part is that I can't figure out how the fuck he got inside. Everything looked absolutely pristine; no forced windows, nothing broken, nothing out of place. But he used my phone. D: D: D: So yeah, I didn't exactly sleep well last night.

Then this morning on my usual call with my mom, Dad got ahold of the line and tried to harangue me about how my teeth could be prettier. Never mind the broken or abscessed ones, the important thing for me to know is that my crooked front teeth can be broken off and have crowns put on that will make them look straighter! Also never mind asking how I'm doing after someone broke into my home the day before. Nope, he had Advise and Wisdom to impart. Needless to say, I'm pretty sure we're not talking again. Even odds if he'll let mom talk to me. We'll see.

And of course, to top it all off, I started my period with a round of cramps and agony.

:| FML.
tsukinofaerii: I am so not alright that it's kind of amusing. (Not alright - SBP James)
.. jail is weekends only!
omg I didn't realize I'd spent that many words on whining )
So... Um. Yeah, that's been my month. If I sound stressed or inexplicably freaked out of small things, that's probably why. Sometimes I think my life is some sort of TV drama, and then I realize that any script writer worth their salt would toss it as too unbelievable for television. Also, long periods of "I should write/edit this but meeeeeh too lazy OMG PEOPLE ARE WRONG ON THE INTERNET" followed by brief bursts of "WTF IS THIS SHIT" is terrible pacing.
tsukinofaerii: Shields are NOT for throwing! (Shields are not for throwing!)
So I post here a day late and a dollar short lately. Blame work's new filtering system. (They've blocked off their own Facebook page. I've taken the liberty of pointing this out, but either no one has the authority to fix it or no one knows how.) Highlights of RL, for anyone keeping score:
  • Father attempted Emotional Blackmail to get me to move to Arkansas. I shut him down. We may or may not be talking again, IDK.
  • Mary's health, mental and physical, is Not Good. Not sure what's going on there specifically, but her last stroke had some personality-changing affects. :\
  • In similar vein, Mary is refusing to ditch Richard again. This means she and Papa may be stuck in Chicago forever. :| Fuck.
  • Dogs ate one of the cockatiels. All I found was a pile of slightly bloody feathers. Fortunately, I wasn't very attached, but a Replacement Goldfish is in order. Papa probably won't notice?
  • New phone does well. Battery life is still an issue, but I'm working on that. It hasn't died on me yet at least.
  • Non-eaten pets also do well, though I'm still working on training and getting Georgie off to his new home.

Otherwise, I am reveling in being fic free for the moment. Sure, I have a bunch of stuff in need of editing, pretty soon I'll be started on Echo Bazaar again, and my fingers are already itching for words my brain is too fried to come up with. But for the moment, nothing is due. Wallow wallow wallow.

I'm really happy with how my RBB came out. My artist was amazing and [personal profile] valtyr twisted my arm until it wasn't horrible. The size was painful and the world building tough, but I'm really, really happy with it. (And someone commented on the matriarchy. Eeeee! I wasn't sure how well that came through!) I think I learned a lot about plausibility and getting different character arcs to intersect outside the story, which is something I never really considered before. The stuff I planned out for the Marias, the war, the dragons, Wanda and historic backstory that were only hinted or were dropped completely at could fill books. I keep telling everyone that this is like book two in a trilogy. Maybe some day I'll write the Maria Prior's story. Not sure if I'll write about what comes after though; it's sort of a generational thing, and that would drop square into OC/original territory for the main character.

Now! Freshly stolen from [personal profile] derryderrydown... a meme! My top ten stories on AO3, by hit count. Worth noting, I did a lot of catch-up posting in batches, so sometimes dates are weird.
Click me! You know you wanna. )
tsukinofaerii: Thor sadly without coffee (Thor: But why is the coffee gone?)
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. ♥
tsukinofaerii: Rainbow Dash looking grumpy (MLP: Rainbow Dash looking grumpy)
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.


Jan. 4th, 2012 09:34 pm
tsukinofaerii: Pinkie Pie with stars in her eyes (MLP: Pinkie Pie: Starry Eyed)




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/
tsukinofaerii: Toothless from How To Train Your Dragon growling (Grrrrr)
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.


Dec. 25th, 2011 12:46 am
tsukinofaerii: All I want for Christmas is a stiff drink (Christmas: A stiff drink)
The trip goes well so far! We've only had minor arguments. I spent most of the day knitting with Christian (nephew). Shockingly, he'll settle down and be quiet as long as he can hold my yarn. There is hope. His parents were in shock, since he's usually all over the place. It was adorable amazing, and now I need to figure out how to get a five year old into knitting.

The kittens have been moved by their mother under the bed. :| I keep moving them back, and she keeps dragging them away. This is going to be a problem.

I've recently drunk two bottles of wine, to protect my father from them. See, he has trouble with alcohol, and while he admits it, he's bad about actually not buying it. So when he came home with two bottles of Tissendale Sweet Red wine I made a srs face and said I wish you wouldn't drink that. And he was kind of a dick and said that he wouldn't drink them if I did.

So here we are.


Dec. 23rd, 2011 01:42 am
tsukinofaerii: All I want for Christmas is a stiff drink (Christmas: A stiff drink)
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.
tsukinofaerii: All I want for Christmas is a stiff drink (Christmas: A stiff drink)
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.
tsukinofaerii: Fluttershy cuddling Angel (MLP: Fluttershy cuddling Angel)
I've been meaning to post this and failing horribly. TL;DR, Saturday saw the Sweet Miracle of Life happen on my bed and me. :| Yeah, ew. She wanted me to hold her, which was so sweet and so gross. I'm pretty sure she's decided that this is a co-parent thing, because she made me take care of the placentas too, which a less strange cat should have eaten. But nope, that got to be my job. Ick ick ick.

The whole litter was six, but we lost three. Two were huge and got stuck, and I just couldn't get the third to breathe. :( But that leaves us three squeaking little rodents, which all seem to be doing fairly well. Duzie is a shockingly good mother and barely leaves the box (now that I've convinced her that the box is a good thing, and she's convinced me to sleep with my arm dangling off the bed into it). She lets me pull them out and handle them all I need to, but gets hissy when anyone else even looks in. I feel special, even if it's nerve-wracking that no one else can get at them in an emergency.

Unfortunately, all of this combines to mean I've gotten precious little sleep total since Saturday evening, and will probably have to self-medicate tonight (alcohol) if I want to sleep. D: If their little cries aren't keeping me awake, their sudden silences snap me out of a dead sleep every time, and when I do manage to sleep it's only for a half hour before I have to check on them. I do this every time there's furry grandbabies in the house, but still. I'm dead exhausted. Their mother can take care of them for once. Grandma needs rest.

Now, for what you've been waiting for! Pics! (Warning: they really do look like rodents.)
Pictures! )
tsukinofaerii: Fluttershy looking pitiful (MLP: Fluttershy looking pitiful)
I... just... IDK. I hate my life and it hates me?

These last two weeks have been hell. Just top-down, inside-out hell. So be warned: whining and a pity party below, as well as some possibly triggery stuff by way of pet death.
in no particular order )
tsukinofaerii: Yuki as a mouse, looking freaked out. "Having a bad day" (Bad day)
This week? This week has SUCKED.

Next week will suck worse.

I could probably spend AGES going about how bad my week was, but I'll summarize.
First World Problems Below )
tsukinofaerii: Fluttershy looking pitiful (MLP: Fluttershy looking pitiful)

I'm just really bad at it lately.

I worked 16 hours overtime on Saturday and Sunday, after working overtime on Thursday and Friday, which were great for my paycheck but bad for my health. On top of that, work is around the bend with the upgraded system, meaning I'm swamped there (thus the overtime). Between that and me being unable to access DW, posting is going to be spotty for.. Um. Ever, or at least until someone more important than me complains about the new filter.

I'm trying to stab down 25k a week in the Fairy Tale Crack Fic, but IDK how well I'll manage. (brave face) I'm exhausted, head down to my feets, which makes writing wonky. I'm fairly certain I'm going to have to go back and fix things, but that's what editing is for. I hit 50k last night, woohoo. Wanted it done on Friday, but that wasn't happening. So Sunday is my new "due date".

Papa is due home from Chicago soon. Technically, he's on his way, but they took side-trips through Okmulgee and Rantoul, which are Papa's hometowns. From what I hear, he got waylaid in Rantoul by the town wanting to throw a party for him. Hopefully, they'll take their time so I can get the house clean before he's home. And then after he's home, Louise will be visiting for a while. IDK how long, but I really want to have the place shining so I can avoid the worst part of round 7013 of everything you do ever is wrong and this is why.

Anyway, I love you all, and if I am not commenting as much as I used to, blame the filter and exhaustion. Once work settles down, I'll have more energy to keep up with my peoples.


Jul. 20th, 2011 09:43 am
tsukinofaerii: headdesk (Headdesk)
I meant to do an HP7b recap post, but then I was dead weight from exhaustion and that was followed by Dramatic Family News (which is still falling out and causing more exhaustion; I feel like I need to be renamed Handkerchief since that's my primary function lately) and now I think I'm just going to hide because there's a ripple in the water of my office email and Jaws should pop out any second now. I cannot deal with home and work both exploding on me right now. The wank in Cap fandom is actually kind of relaxing, because I know I can walk away from that.
Family Illnesses: trigger warnings for illness, terminal cancer, AIDS )
Work news )
(adjusts crash helmet) Movie on Thursday. Clinging to that so incredibly hard, because if I don't I may climb a water tower. More than two hours of sleep in a night would be nice, too, but I know better than to ask for miracles.
tsukinofaerii: Thor: The hammer I speak of is my manhood (Thor: The hammer of which I speak)

And she took Papa with her. Which would have been nice to know was coming, but apparently it's also on the list of Don't Tell Faerii. (sigh) I suppose they thought I'd complain, but geez Louise, he's 87 years old. If he wants to visit his daughter and great-grandkids, I'm not going to chain him to his armchair.

In other news, my state sucks. (sigh) I'm looking at a 3% loss in my monthly income, thanks to our dear governor. Red State Blues, man. But at work we are looking at the end of the fiscal year, and we have budget to blow. That means I am able to get a new mouse (purple!), wrist wrest and mousepad, and I may get a new wireless headset to replace my old one. (It is held together by tape, and tape will not keep it from digging into my ear.) This is what happens when you give a department a "use it or lose it" budget: purple mice. Also, people are incapable of not replying to "do not reply" emails.

My boss is indeedy-doodle recovered from her back injury! And now her kid has strep. (headdesk) So Data Entry of Doom has been put off again. I got as far as getting the hardcopy printed before she had to run out today. We shall see what tomorrow brings.

On the fandom front, I find myself practically caught up with fics to write! I have a bit of a Robin, and then it's all Bang. And apparently on the Big Bang front, I have about 5k of that written already too. I just need to go through it and make some plot-like changes to nudge it the right direction. I'm also in need of a B-plot, so I need to pick a not-Doom villain and roll there. Overall, it does not look bad.

Now. Wincon.
For Winconny things )
tsukinofaerii: Fluttershy looking very annoyed (MLP: Fluttershy RAWR)
Later, there will be a [livejournal.com profile] wincon post of squee and good cheer, with plans, deals, weddings, tattoos and general love of all the world. This is not that post.


Emma appeared yesterday. )
Just needed to vent. (breathes)


tsukinofaerii: Whosoever findeth this hammer, if she be hot, shall wield the power of the gnarly Thor (Default)

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