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I saw Captain off for Florida this morning. He was home for two weeks, one of which we spent in Kansas visiting family and friends, but now he has to report for duty again.
Sometimes I get really sick of this "duty" crap. Not for long, mind you, because I understand that the separations are part of the price Captain and I pay for his job and a steady paycheck in this economy, but lately he's been gone more than he's been home and I do miss him.
And now I'm making myself maudlin. Bleh.
Next week, I go in for a tonsillectomy. That should be fun. If one defines "fun" as slightly terrifying, utterly unpleasant and pretty much guaranteed to make me miserable for a couple of weeks. I keep being told that having one's tonsils removed is an excuse to have all the ice cream you can eat, but I can't really eat ice cream so that perk is lost on me.
Captain sent a text to let me know he had arrived and had not been hijacked or 'sploded or any of the other things I tend to worry about when he travels. He promised to call once he's settled in, which is the phone call I'm waiting for.
I'm several chapters behind on updating "Beyond 84 Charing Cross Road" on my fic journal and Digital Quill, so that's on my list of things to attempt to tackle tomorrow. Devsgma usually updates to the other archives first, and then I catch up later because... I'm lazy, really. Oops.
I've got roughly five thousands words written of the next chapter of the not-quite-abandoned "Walls of Jericho" but I don't want to post it until I've finished the entire story at this point (which is another several chapters according to my current, ever-changing outline) and I just don't want to work on it because I keep having other plot bunnies that scamper about, demanding attention, and then nothing gets written because I tell myself "no, not until Walls is done."
Honestly, Walls has sat there for so long (over a year now, easy, probably closer to two) that I'm partially tempted to say the heck with it and just abandon it, and partially tempted to put it aside until later and play with one of the plot bunnies instead.
Then there is a piece of original fiction I want to work on, but haven't.
Man, I am a downer when I get on this thing.
In happier news, I went and saw "Sherlock Holmes" the other night. Loved it. Pointed out to the husband that Holmes and Watson were sooooo doing it. And if they weren't, they wanted to, fiance or not. And I'm not even a slasher, yet I managed to pick up on the undercurrents, which means they had to be more like in-your-face-currents.
Anyway, that's pretty much it for now. Assuming I'm not drugged out the gills next weekend, I may attempt to get some writing done, somewhere, about something. Toodles.
Sometimes I get really sick of this "duty" crap. Not for long, mind you, because I understand that the separations are part of the price Captain and I pay for his job and a steady paycheck in this economy, but lately he's been gone more than he's been home and I do miss him.
And now I'm making myself maudlin. Bleh.
Next week, I go in for a tonsillectomy. That should be fun. If one defines "fun" as slightly terrifying, utterly unpleasant and pretty much guaranteed to make me miserable for a couple of weeks. I keep being told that having one's tonsils removed is an excuse to have all the ice cream you can eat, but I can't really eat ice cream so that perk is lost on me.
Captain sent a text to let me know he had arrived and had not been hijacked or 'sploded or any of the other things I tend to worry about when he travels. He promised to call once he's settled in, which is the phone call I'm waiting for.
I'm several chapters behind on updating "Beyond 84 Charing Cross Road" on my fic journal and Digital Quill, so that's on my list of things to attempt to tackle tomorrow. Devsgma usually updates to the other archives first, and then I catch up later because... I'm lazy, really. Oops.
I've got roughly five thousands words written of the next chapter of the not-quite-abandoned "Walls of Jericho" but I don't want to post it until I've finished the entire story at this point (which is another several chapters according to my current, ever-changing outline) and I just don't want to work on it because I keep having other plot bunnies that scamper about, demanding attention, and then nothing gets written because I tell myself "no, not until Walls is done."
Honestly, Walls has sat there for so long (over a year now, easy, probably closer to two) that I'm partially tempted to say the heck with it and just abandon it, and partially tempted to put it aside until later and play with one of the plot bunnies instead.
Then there is a piece of original fiction I want to work on, but haven't.
Man, I am a downer when I get on this thing.
In happier news, I went and saw "Sherlock Holmes" the other night. Loved it. Pointed out to the husband that Holmes and Watson were sooooo doing it. And if they weren't, they wanted to, fiance or not. And I'm not even a slasher, yet I managed to pick up on the undercurrents, which means they had to be more like in-your-face-currents.
Anyway, that's pretty much it for now. Assuming I'm not drugged out the gills next weekend, I may attempt to get some writing done, somewhere, about something. Toodles.