Dear Diary

Almost There!

Nod to the Disney song of the same title. I have almost caught up with everything. I have almost sent off a query and sample to a publisher, bu-u-ut...

My email server decided to up and DIE. For all of yesterday. And today isn't looking so swell either.

If y'all really need to contact me about something, then get to me via nutter (no spaces) buttler (at) gmail (dot) com. That's my alternate email and -so far- no spammers have found it. I intend to keep it that way.

The good news is that I finally got a message through to MeMum about her phone being off the hook all yesterday, so I don't need to panic about yet another thing that could plausibly turn my life into a huge mess.

Yay.

Mayhem is not required at his traineeship today or next week, so he has a long weekend for two weeks in a row. Which means I don't have to go on a Leyland's tour at Lo Batt Hour.

That's an odd phenomenon that's happening exclusively to me. Since I got on to higher-protein Keto, I've had this weird spate of lethargy between 3PM and 5PM.

It could be me getting old.
It could be me missing out on something obvious.
It could be me missing our on something non-obvious.
It could just be me being weird and off-standard.

OR it could be the fact that I routinely wake up at fuckoff in the morning.

We'll sort it out eventually. Maybe.

Understandably Late Start

I got a parcel in the afternoon, when I was up to my eyeballs in a fictional international misunderstanding.

By the time I had my fecal matter gathered for the afternoon, I was too wasted to go anywhere or do anything because stress can fuck your life up in unexpected ways. Huzzah.

I initially had PLNs to go when Beloved came home, or get them to drive me, but those disintegrated because of a real misunderstanding involving steak, cooking times, and a

Wednesday

It's going to be a Wordpress Wednesday and once again, I have NO CLUE what I'm going to blither about, so I might as well figure that out while I'm doing other things.

I'm good at getting distracting ideas while I should be doing other shit.

I'm also good at having a whack firkin energy schedule. Like. I can't not wake up at buttfuck o'clock in the morning any more. And then, long about 4PM, my body apparently can't let me enjoy

Tuesday

It's Patreon Day (tm) and I hope to get some different things up. For those of you following my fanfic shenanigans, I have two offerings and one may be full of squick. Approach with caution. I will add squick warnings for all things squickable.

Maybe even a squick tag. That can be a thing.

Now that I've said an invented term too many times, [urban dictionary is your friend] I can move on to other business.

The TAZ Fic Writer's Discord remains

Monday...

Once again, the week starts sideways. I'd forgotten that I'd silenced my phone so I didn't have to listen to annoying ads about games I didn't want to play whilst I was gathering fictional money in a game I did want to play. And that might have been a contributing factor to my Beloved and I missing out on the bi-election in our area. Whoops.

For those unfamiliar with mandatory voting, that's a $20 fine for each of us. We should keep

Relax Day

Beloved is off to help their mum. I am superfluous to proceedings, so I'm in my Kigu and not doing a very lot at any pace at all.

Frankly, you're lucky to get this much blog. Starting this Monday, I will be chasing myself to submit Adapting to assorted publishers depending on their needs for approval.

With any good luck, I shall get something out there on the Pro Scene(TM). And if not... there's always Smashwords and Lulu.

It will feel

YIL

That's an acronym. It's based off TIL, which stands for "Today I Learned". But since I was done with my blogging by the time I learned this, it's "Yesterday I Learned".

Yesterday, I learned that there was a disease caused by poverty and the resultant poor diet. Pellagra.

[Educational video here, summarising all that went on whilst this struck]

Anyone familiar with modern politics might recognise the Right/Conservative wing complaining about how detrimental it's going to be to give poor people

Friday!

I have a day to myself, huzzah!

And I have to stay determined to focus on my work because I entered a new Discord chat server which is very active and very tempting and could potentially eat my entire day.

The ribs went well. Kids loved them. I liked them. Turns out the sauce could easily be improved with a single spring onion, finely chopped.

I'm gonna do that to all of my beef roasts from now on.

For those Keto followers

Dilly Dally

So I managed to dawdle away ONE AND A HALF HOURS this morning. I don't even know how it happened. I'm that firkin dumminz'd today.

I lie. I have my suspicions of how I did it:

"Just checking" on the Factorio world that my love and I are fooling around with [gotta research them all!]
"Just one more" video with edutainment value on YouTube
"Just one" little check of my favourite tags on Tumblr

You can 'just' your entire day away with

Fudgenuts

The entry I just posted was actually meant to go up yesterday. Whoopsydoodles.

I forget the most incredibly mundane things.

But I shall make a concerned effort to remember this Wordpress Wednesday. Even though I've only the vaguest ideas concerning the topic for this week.

I'm sure I could come up with something interesting, regardless. We'll see.

I have eight minutes to finish here and maybe post another Blast From my Past. And those are going to run out soon, so my

The Quest Begins

I have a list of publishers who will take works without agents to back them up. I'm going to look up the submission guidelines for three of them and go attempt to sell myself.

If they can handle Adapting then they can handle anything else I come out with f'r sure.

And getting something Out There might get me the representation I have been fruitlessly seeking for so very, very long.

I pretty much have to sell Adapting so I can afford

New Limits

In a valliant effort to save my diabetic Beloved from a sugar overdose, I threw myself onto half a tub of unexploded Häagen Däazs Strawberry and Cream ice cream.

I am paying for it now.

No puffy fingers, thank goodness, but I am having an asthma flare-up that will likely end in a dose on Max. OR it's Sneezin' and Wheezin' Season and the sugar has exacerbated an attack.

::mumble:: and I gained another half a kilo or so. Whoops.

Mayhem threw

Corner Turn

When something changes, we say that we've "turned a corner". Sometimes, it's deeper into the maze, but for me... well. I think things are looking up.

Our higher protein diet adjustment lets us have a little more freedom with the other things we have with said protein. Which means we can have the occasional treat.

Last night, it was small tubs of Häagen Däazs. The most luxurious ice cream on the market. Let me tell you, I have never tasted it before

Oofty Goofty

So here's my morning:

Lie in bed until my back really complains
Attempt to get my work done
Trip over Factorio and decide to "just finish" one thing
Beloved shows me how to work with factory patterns
Whoops, it's time to go get the meat
Go fetch half a pig
Beloved mislays their wallet, forcing me (over-budget this week) to pay for it out of my hard-saved cashola
Promises to pay it back are briefly stalled as Beloved attempts to figure out

Deeeeep Breath...

Today is possibly the first day where I don't have to go out and do anything or spend any money.

Well. Apart from the option of brat-fetching late in the afternoon.

My life has been turned upside-down this week because Mayhem's suspected gallstones [we still have to see whether they is or they aint] have had me all over everywhere like a mad knitter's stash.

So I forgot a few things. Didn't get around to a few things. And am madly using

Menu

A 3683-post collection

Almost There!

Understandably Late Start

Wednesday

Tuesday

Monday...

Relax Day

YIL

Friday!

Dilly Dally

Fudgenuts

The Quest Begins

New Limits

Corner Turn

Oofty Goofty

Deeeeep Breath...