violsva: Merida from Brave, with the text "Solve all your problems by turning your mother into a bear" (Merida bear)
Dear Brain:

Just because it is raining does not mean I have not accomplished anything today.
violsva: Merida from Brave, with the text "Solve all your problems by turning your mother into a bear" (Merida bear)
Did laundry
Said "mm-hm" on the phone with my mother for 20 minutes
Updated wall calendar

Back to work tomorrow, which I suspect may not go well. No sleep last night.

On account

Jan. 25th, 2014 11:43 pm
violsva: Geoffrey Tennant, offering a skull (have a skull)
Washed dishes
Called in prescriptions
Researched archaeological digs (OMG!)
Sent letters
Wrote about 300 words on a couple things, and I'll do more in a sec
violsva: Geoffrey Tennant, offering a skull (have a skull)
Finished and backed needlepoint from November. Let's see if I can get that here from Tumblr.

Crappy webcam image )

Cleaned bathroom.
Filled in literal accounting for the last two weeks.
Wrote more than 300 words.
Went out with [personal profile] knumpify and talked about stuff and bought books and felt better about self and work prospects, and may have helped with his stuff a little too.

I feel like I did more than that. Well, woke up at seven, for a start.
violsva: Geoffrey Tennant, offering a skull (have a skull)
Went to library
Bought groceries
Researched alternate employment, sort of
Edited a lot of things

Last part of Arte Regendus is now over 12000 words and honestly almost done, yay. And i am having ideas and it's rather nice. Even if I'm also clearly still sick.


Jan. 21st, 2014 11:45 pm
violsva: Sidney Paget illustration of Holmes and Watson, seated, with the caption "Cut out the poetry, Watson" (Holmes)
Did laundry
Typed up 700 words from dictation night before last
Edited and posted

Title: Chaeronea
Author: Violsva
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes
Rating: E
Warnings/Enticements: Slash, Colonialism, War, Internalized Homophobia, Swearing, Fighting, Depression and the side effects thereof, Casual Sex, Period-Typical Homophobia, Victorian Attitudes
Word Count: 1719
Summary: What Watson got up to in the army.

At AO3.
violsva: Geoffrey Tennant, offering a skull (have a skull)

Took out garbage and recycling
Talked to Mom
Researched psychotherapists
Had dinner with Dad
Wrote 300ish words and filled up one of the major gaps in the last chapter of Arte Regendus
Set up dropbox for writing stuff with [personal profile] knumpify

I've thought of something I could actually do with Tumblr. Still don't like Tumblr or its implied philosophy, but many things on it make me happy.
Also knumpify has writing projects.
Also I've had this list of magazines around for a while, probably time to start thinking about actually submitting things.


Jan. 17th, 2014 11:57 pm
violsva: Geoffrey Tennant, offering a skull (have a skull)
Things done today:

Did some research on early 20thC Toronto
Told relatives (the important ones)
Talked to [personal profile] knumpify
Went grocery shopping
Read Fun Home by Alison Bechdel
Wrote over 600 words
violsva: Geoffrey Tennant, offering a skull (have a skull)
Done today:

Finished reading a novel.
Washed all the dishes in the apartment.
Fixed bed (I hope).
Made two icons.
Asked for help.
Decided to do these posts during time off.
Transcribed over 2000 words from notebook, with additional plot ideas and much swearing at voice recognition programs.

I also sort of researched the ESA.
violsva: Mulan squinting at a bowl of food (morning mulan)
One of the problems with moving out is that I have lost easy access to Mom's recipe for apple crisp, which can be used to make one of the best comfort foods around. So I had to guess at this one, and it worked, so I'm writing it down for times when I don't even have the spoons for experimentation (and I had pretty few spoons this evening as it was).

Take 3 tbsp butter, because that's what was left of the stick. Soften in microwave. Add 4 tbsp flour, 3 tbsp brown sugar, and some cinnamon. Cream together. Maybe a drop of vanilla, too.

Add 1/3 cup rolled oats. Mix.

Slice an apple into really thin, small slices. You could do this into a separate bowl, but I just shove the crisp to one side and then mix it all again afterwards. If it's in a separate bowl, pour on the topping, preferably in layers.


Or, you know, you could put it in the oven or something, I guess. Theoretically.
violsva: Sidney Paget illustration of Holmes and Watson, seated, with the caption "Cut out the poetry, Watson" (Holmes)
So Sunday I got the day off, which I wasn't expecting, and then we had a power outage. The ice was very pretty and I have lots of candles. It's back on now.

My anxiety has been up to 11 since about Wednesday, but there's not really anything I can do about that. Having the next week off work will definitely help.

I have been having Way Too Much Fun with Yuletide Drabbles. It's great.
violsva: Sidney Paget illustration of Holmes and Watson, seated, with the caption "Cut out the poetry, Watson" (Holmes)
I am having an anxiety upswing because of a lot of things but mostly work, and I spent today happy but with way too much nervous energy. But I have an apartment and my Yuletide assignment as it turns out is an awesome excuse to write the fic I've wanted to write about these characters for more than a year now, and tomorrow there will be steampunk. And tonight there is shortbread, by the following process:

Realize you are hungry. Look in fridge and cupboards. Realize that possibly it's time to go grocery shopping for real, rather than at the Shoppers on the corner.

Poke around on food blogs.

Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Remember that oven cooks hot and lower that a little.

Get out flour, butter, sugar, cinnamon, and a clementine (because why not, and even though you don't have a reamer it should be manageable).

Measure out half a cup of butter. Drop rest of butter on floor. Blaspheme.

Leave butter alone for a bit to get to room temp.

Add a cup of flour and a quarter cup of sugar and some cinnamon. Break up butter and make piecrust (that is, mash everything with the fork until it's a bunch of little crumbs, with the butter mostly evenly distributed. Or until your arm hurts enough that you say 'screw it' and stop anyway).*

Using another fork and your fingers, inexpertly juice clementine into a saucer until you have about 2 tablespoons or 1/8 cup. Swear never to tell [personal profile] knumpify about this.**

Mush everything together with your fingers. Fingers are necessary here, because the heat helps melt and distribute the rest of the butter. Press into a ball.

Flour the counter. Place dough on the flour. Flatten.

Cut into weird triangular shapes because you don't have any cookie cutters. Arrange on greased baking sheet. Place in oven. Set timer for ten minutes.

Place dishes in sink. Consider dishes. Consider timer. Clean up remaining ingredients and the flour.

Consider dishes. Wash dishes. Rejoice in virtue and the smell of baking cookies.

Take cookies out of oven. Poke. Consider golden brownness (should be very little, just around the edges). Maybe put them back in for two minutes. Leave tray on top of stove for a couple minutes.

Remove cookies to plate. Remove tray and spatula to sink, because the first rule of the kitchen is that there are always more dishes.


Having tried them: the orange and cinnamon are more of a suggestion, but they're very good. Hard to go wrong with shortbread.

*This is more formally called 'cutting cold butter into flour' and it is one of the more irritating tasks in baking. People who do it regularly have pastry cutters, but they're hard to clean.
**[personal profile] knumpify reads this blog.


Jul. 27th, 2013 05:54 pm
violsva: Merida from Brave, with the text "Solve all your problems by turning your mother into a bear" (Merida bear)
I have not actually been reading DW or LJ for about a month or two now, because I have a full time job with a three hour total commute and then suddenly I got a social life as well. I can write on the subway, but by the time I get home I mostly just fall over.

So I am moving closer to work next week! Which is great, and I will have my own apartment, without even roommates, and it will be wonderful.

Except that I spend my weekdays packing boxes and dealing with logistics. And now on my weekends I need to pack boxes and deal with logistics. gaaahhh

Basically, I feel like I will be very happy and enjoying myself in a month, but right now not so much. But I really want to be living not-here, and it should fix most of my major difficulties.

And then I might have time to think about things other than how exhausted I am!


Jun. 4th, 2013 07:42 pm
violsva: full bookshelf with ladder (Default)
Someone else wrote me a Yuletide story (New Year's Resolution) and it's lovely, a whole bunch of little snippets of Greek women and goddesses. Human Hands Alone by Cirque. Go look!

I've been reading The Amateur Cracksman by E. W. Hornung, and OMG why did no one give me this when I was ten?* I would have loved it. I love it now. It's like Holmes but with more emotion and housebreaking and interesting conflicts of standards and morality. There's good reason for it to be like Holmes - it was written by Doyle's brother-in-law and dedicated to him. And the slash is very nearly on the page.

"In the dark!" said Raffles, as I dragged him in. "Why, Bunny, what's wrong?"

"Nothing - now you've come," said I, shutting the door behind him in a fever of relief and anxiety. ... "I've been thinking of you and nothing else for the last hour."

I'm also reading The Mysteries of Montreal by Charlotte Fuhrer. I was hoping for interesting medical details, of which there are none; instead it's a chatty generally moralizing bunch of short 'I swear its true' stories about the kind of weird stuff people get up to that causes them to need a midwife. Once I realized that I was expecting lots of "and then it turned out she was his father's illegitimate child and they couldn't get married and everyone was miserable," and there was some of that. But there's also stories like the woman who disobeyed her father to marry a man who shortly deserted her, and then moved to Boston and became the mistress of a couple men there and had two children out of wedlock ... and lived happily ever after. The children grew up to be brilliant and accomplished and popular in society, and there were no terrible consequences for the mother except a little social embarrassment. So that was kind of neat. She's funny, too:

Alice was glad to get a husband, and to be independent of her aunt. Mr. Taylor, her husband, was delighted to get such a beautiful and accomplished bride, and the old lady, Alice's aunt, was heartily glad to get rid of them both, so that never was rejoicing more universal.

And I am unstuck on something that was stuck for months, so things are progressing well enough writing wise given the amount of free time I have, which is not much. Apartment hunting is also progressing well, though.

*I know someone who is turning ten this year...
violsva: Merida from Brave, with the text "Solve all your problems by turning your mother into a bear" (Merida bear)
You think your job has cured you of anxiety about telephones and then you try to call people up about apartments. Ack. Keyword there being 'try' - I never actually got around to dialing. I'll try overpreparing and then calling tomorrow.

Otherwise I am fine and it's a pretty good day, but I am both anxious and frustrated about being anxious. Which is not conducive to fic editing, although I've already got quite a bit of that done.
violsva: Mulan squinting at a bowl of food (morning mulan)
12-4: Insomnia

4-8:30: Fever dreams

8:30-9:30: Staggering around, feeding the cat

9:30: Calling in to work

9:30-11:30: Sleep

11:30: Woken up by boss, who wants me to check something. It takes a full minute before I realize he didn't get my voicemail and thinks I'm at work.


4: Explaining basics of new desktop shipping program to boss over phone

4-present: Griping

There has been something resembling writing going on as well, at least. I hope I'm better tomorrow, I want to go to work and this is unpleasant. And Monday will be hideous if I don't ship things tomorrow.

It's snowing outside. In mid-April. At least an inch.

But I have a date on Tuesday, and it involves poetry, and I will be better then. Or I damn well plan to be.

My brain, at least, is doing pretty well recently apart from the cold symptoms. No emotional nonsense. Ugh, sick.
violsva: Team Rocket cheering (yay)
Watching [personal profile] knumpify's ferret. Ferrets have two settings: 0 and 500. He is currently attacking the rug.

Dammit, now he's trying to get under the couch. He's just like a kitten, except I am told he's fully grown.
violsva: Mulan squinting at a bowl of food (morning mulan)
Goddamn it body, you are perfectly capable of digesting lactose. You've done it before. Recently.
violsva: full bookshelf with ladder (Default)
The woman next to me on the subway home was (also) writing fiction. Only she was on her Blackberry and I was writing in a notebook.

No idea what (romance?), and I didn't talk to her, but it was kind of neat.


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