relax, I know how to make cement

Beef and Lamb Kofta with bulgar, cucumbers and yogurt-feta sauce.

#the only question is #how am I gonna take food photos #after the holidays

We put up the tiny trees last week, but I put the lights in the window tonight. I also made cheese grits with shrimp in a cherry tomato and basil sauce.

Let’s try this again! Usually Alistair is the one under the afghan, but Ogdred took a turn.

I'm not sure you can go home again. Dreamwidth feels so much more interactive than Tumblr even though it's mostly text and there's no reblogging. I often felt that I wasn't interacting with the community here enough and that's one of the reasons I stopped posting. Someone over on Tumblr said that we're all there because it's okay to just shout into the void, and that really struck home because that's pretty much all I've felt I had the mental energy for.

And yet...I've missed this place. So idk, can you go home again if all you're capable of is hiding in the basement and occasionally wandering up to opine about something?

I guess I'll find out.

So I had a brutal headache this afternoon. It's died down some, but I've gotten no writing done. On the other hand, I tidied up Chapter 8 of "I've Traveled all this Way for Something" and posted it, so that's something.

I might do a little writing tonight, but my totals will be combined with tomorrow's numbers.

So there was this meme on tumblr and usually I don't cross post but this is a fic meme, so i figured why not?

post a single sentence from each WIP you have (or as many as you want to pick). no context, no explanations. no more than one sentence!

( many sentences! )

Completely fucking awful night last night--I wasn't as careful as I should be about late night food and my acid reflux acted up like crazy. It's been a problem since I had my gallbladder out--holy fuck 12 years ago--but it's been getting worse. Yay getting older.

I hardly wrote yesterday either, which I kind of blame on the deadline thing. I can work to a deadline, but not like this. :( Also, I fucking got stalled on the fic. Obviously for the best of reasons--playoff baseball--but I need to get that hectic drive back. Without, you know, triggering a manic episode.

I just heard an empty water bottle hit the floor downstairs and yelled, "get off the counter" like Og was actually going to a) understand what I said, and b) actually get off the counter. Cats, man.

Last night Nancy mentioned that she's been here in California with me for ten years now. Actually, we moved her here in early September, but still.... Ten years. That's the longest I've lasted with anyone and it's been fairly smooth sailing. It's kind of funny because we were both "thank you for putting up with me" even though we do really well well when you consider the baggage and health issues.

Ten years. That's pretty awesome.

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This year I decided to try reaching the NaNo word count goal, but not work on a specific, new, story. Mostly I've been working on the Est fic, but I wrote a quick thing set in the Blood Histories series and I'm also working on a fic with Nancy.

As of yesterday (last night/early this morning) I'm at 6024 words, which is about 800 less than I should be at. Overall, though, I'm pretty pleased with my progress.

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Because I'm writing, I'm not reading as much, so doing a regular Wednesday reading thing is probably out for a while. I kind of got hung up on the English Civil War for a little while, so I just finished "Cromwell to Cromwell: Reformation to Civil War" by John Schofield. It was pretty interesting; he looked at how history went from Thomas Cromwell who would probably never had dreamed of rising against Henry VIII to Oliver, who helped depose and execute his king. It was kinda dry but also interesting.

I don't have anything queued up to read right now.

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I haven't done much cooking lately either; my anxiety keeps telling me I'll ruin dinner, which...so what? I mean I probably won't and if I do, it's not the fucking end of the world. But...try arguing with anxiety.


So that's me.

I really wish the Orioles had won the ALCS because a orange and black World Series would have been awesome.

But...we had a game straight from the movies. Ups and downs and unlikely heroes. A walk off home run from a guy who honestly thought about quitting earlier this year because he thought he'd never make the big leagues again and....

THE GIANTS WIN THE PENNANT!!!

For the third time in five years, the Giants are going to the World Series!!!!

still incoherent here

The Giants won! 8-0

And now, on to DC!

[[Over 40,000 words in a little under a month. The hell?]]

Chapter Six of “I’ve Traveled All this Way for Something” is up at AO3.

Chapter Six: Learning As You Go

"You wanna try this?"

Buster's been watching them play for about an hour and while he thinks he's got the general idea, he knows he's nowhere near as good as they are. "I'd just slow you down, Sir."

"I give it another week or so of him watching us play," Lincecum says. "Then he'll be kicking our asses."

"Politely," Hunter says.

"And very respectfully, Sir."

He's not here to be funny but it's still nice to be able to joke and have them laugh. "Why don't you get your respectful ass over here," Lincecum says.

"What the fuck? You asshole, I'm ahead by four runs, so, what, all of a sudden you've got the urge to play with him?"

"Dude," Lincecum says as Buster kneels in front of him. "It's not fucking real time. The game's not going anywhere."

"Yeah, well, neither is Buster."

"Oh he's going somewhere all right," Lincecum says. "Over my lap."