for sale: LORD PETER WIMSEY COMPANION
Dec. 13th, 2019 11:50 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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As described. :)
I miss you lot and hope to be more in touch in 2020.
In other fandom news, I wrote comment-fic in response to reactions to one of Superstition_Hockey's Kinktober vignettes, and ended up batching it as A-game over on A03. (Not gonna lie, I'm inordinately pleased with the line "like retelling a Russian novel with pivot tables" to describe tax prep for a complex family.)
I still harbor hopes of coaxing two old projects across the finish line within the next decade, but of course the Workflowy lengthens exponentially by year, even as I nest more and more things under "next year," "beyond next year," "after we save the republic," "probably not in this lifetime but I can't bear to delete these notes just yet," etc. And at the moment most of my days currently take this shape:
work, often straight through lunch
gym and errands
late dinner + housework + paperwork
rehearse music if service or performance is imminent
get some dopamine hits via Duolingo (Emerald League is within reach...)
fall asleep in hot bath
haul self to bed after water cools and continue sleeping there
There is so much more on the list, of course, and people to whom I want to take moon cakes and meet up with for happy hour and dance "Zither Belles" with and spend companionable hours weeding/snipping/paddling/folding/etceteraing are not getting any younger or less busy themselves. It is, I recognize, a grand problem to have, and that my horribly lonely childhood so-sorry-for-my-self would be utterly thrilled to be so occupied. There will always be yearning, even when the right choices are made. I get that now.
This entry was originally posted at https://bronze-ribbons.dreamwidth.org/418751.html. I see comments at DW, IJ, and LJ (when notifications are working, anyway), but not on feeds.
As described. :)
I miss you lot and hope to be more in touch in 2020.
In other fandom news, I wrote comment-fic in response to reactions to one of Superstition_Hockey's Kinktober vignettes, and ended up batching it as A-game over on A03. (Not gonna lie, I'm inordinately pleased with the line "like retelling a Russian novel with pivot tables" to describe tax prep for a complex family.)
I still harbor hopes of coaxing two old projects across the finish line within the next decade, but of course the Workflowy lengthens exponentially by year, even as I nest more and more things under "next year," "beyond next year," "after we save the republic," "probably not in this lifetime but I can't bear to delete these notes just yet," etc. And at the moment most of my days currently take this shape:
There is so much more on the list, of course, and people to whom I want to take moon cakes and meet up with for happy hour and dance "Zither Belles" with and spend companionable hours weeding/snipping/paddling/folding/etceteraing are not getting any younger or less busy themselves. It is, I recognize, a grand problem to have, and that my horribly lonely childhood so-sorry-for-my-self would be utterly thrilled to be so occupied. There will always be yearning, even when the right choices are made. I get that now.
This entry was originally posted at https://bronze-ribbons.dreamwidth.org/418751.html. I see comments at DW, IJ, and LJ (when notifications are working, anyway), but not on feeds.