Dear Diary

Drastic change of PLN

Capt S cancelled on us when she heard that we were headed off from her place to be get home by two. Beloved's work cancelled on them for no reason whatsoever.

So we ended up pissing yesterday up the wall.

Sigh.

Today, we're doing everything we could have been doing yesterday if we weren't all busy waiting for others to get their collective shit together.

Because tomorrow is the day that school starts again. Maybe.

I haven't received any memos about Student Free Days, so I'm assuming that tomorrow is school day. Assuming that the word itself can be broken down in the usual manner.

I'm prepared to be wrong, but at least I won't be unprepared.

Tomorrow's story will likely be late.

And I am fighting distraction -badly- today. So it's not looking so great for today either.

So here's what's up

I got rejected by the first of those three agents. Impersonal form letter. No useful info.

We're all trucking off to see Capt S this morning. Bringing gifts, fixing tech. Whatever the heck.

We have to be back home before 2PM.

You may now place your bets on whether or not Capt S lets us leave before 2PM.

But because of that, I have to get a wriggle on with my shit.

Place your bets. Place your bets...

Mayhem is supposed to go to his traineeship, today. He's begging off crook this morning, and claiming that he did not play with his phone all night despite it being right there with him under the covers.

Temperature checks prove that he's nominally human, so I'm making him get ready for his traineeship.

He definitely has the energy to complain and kick up a stink and give me fifteen colours of shit about getting ready for the day, so I maintain that

No need for coffee

I just sent off three queries to three agents, and I sincerely hope that one of them likes the cut of my jib. Not one of these people has given a turn-around time on their page or any indication at all that they'll get back to me about my shit.

Get the hard stuff out of the way first, and the rest will be easy.

BUT I still have six months of waiting on my calendar, so that's guaranteed to suck.

And

Okay. I can do this.

I have three thousand Steem Power in my Steemit account. I need 1800 to convert to the money I need for computers that will not soon die on me.

Stage One is "powering down" from Steem Power to plain old Steem. Which I have set up to start happening. I'm getting about 250 Steem a week on top of what's already there.

Stage Two is converting that into a bitcoin account. Which will involve paperwork and a website I can't remember from

::muttered curses::

Stackedit is no longer my favourite editing program because it sucks now.

Basically, it doesn't like any file much over 25000 words and its save function doesn't. This, as you can imagine, puts a serious crimp on my style. Especially since my aim is generally WAY more than 25000 words.

I started writing this thing on Novl'r as a way of keeping my shit together. Then I 'ported it to Stack so I could work on it at a professional level.

Now

It is way too hot

January is the hottest month of the year in Australia. No argument. Nobody will fight this. Whilst the northern hemisphere enjoys a dusting of snow, winter's chill, and global warming denials, everyone in Aus is gently roasting in one way or another.

We went to see Coco during the heat of the day. The best time to watch a movie in my opinion. Alas, Miss Chaos panicked and got upset during the third act. It's bad. Or it was bad this time

Getting there

I just cleared two hundred stories in the editing of One Year of Instants (2017). And in the middle of a Queensland Summer, the best time to do that is when I wake up at fuck-off in the morning.

Tomorrow, I will get up to three hundred. And the day after that, I shall reach the end of all the stories and footnotes, and then I get to see if I did it right.

If not, I have to spend another early

The persistence of footnotes

I got to work just after I woke up, this morning. So that I would have the time and the energy to go edit One Year of Instants (2017).

And it worked. I got 100 stories sorted out and the footnotes done.

But I'm also pretty much blasted.

The kids' school books are ready and I shall have to collect them. We're out of absolute mountains of stuff. And I know for a fact that Beloved just won't get it without me

Best-laid PLNs

Yup.

Things have gone agley again.

Beloved booked my car in for new tyres and the soonest they could get was next Tuesday.

So their day off has changed. My opportunities have changed. And so have my PLNs.

So now I'm spending a day at home with Chaos, since Mayhem is back to his traineeship, this week. Dinner is going to be something quick with mince and possibly riced cauliflower. We don't have a lot, but I can probably whip up a

So close...

When I started Keto, I weighed eighty-eight point eight (88.8) kilograms and believed I would never get lower than eighty neat.

This morning, I hit seventy-one point two (71.2). That's a little over seventeen and a half kilos that I thought I would never shed. And further - I am one and a bit kilos away from my goal weight.

On my Keto-versary, November the 22nd, I had successfully shed fourteen and a half kilos of that seventeen I've dropped.

Feeling scummy

So. Yesterday was not my proudest day. As you know, I had a prompt with paedophilia right the fuck in there, and I have yet to back down from a challenge. Even one that makes me feel like I just ingested the liquid grossness that you find in the bottom of a garbage bin.

I do not support, condone, or excuse paedophilia. I do not believe in any of the excuses I wrote, yesterday, nor do I support them as arguments. Just

Well shit

So I spent most of today suffering a Fuckoff headache that was more the result of an oncoming storm that did not come in a blue police call box.

Only one person who reads this will get that joke. Maybe two. Feel special.

So let's recap:

My plan to have fun was curtailed by a Storm Migraine
Friendo returned home to discover one of their cats needs an expensive operation
Capt S skidded out on gravel and rear-ended into a tree, wrecking

Taking a day

I've run out of fanfic chapters to post. I have today before I'm back to working on my novel. I feel a little bit burned out, too, so I'm taking a day.

I am not writing any damn thing else but this blog and today's Instant. On purpose. And for the rest of it, I am kicking back and taking some me-time.

I think I need it.

I also need to get my regular glasses fixed because my spares give me firkin

In a few days

It took me a few days to finish off 2017's year of Instants. In a few days, I'll have finished checking and compiling it for publication. In a few days, I'll be wanting to see some double prompts from you, my dear readers.

If I'm ahead this year, then I can relax about getting behind in this year. It shouldn't matter, but it does and I want the Year of Instants to match the Year in Reality for reasons that I can't

Menu

A 3655-post collection

Drastic change of PLN

So here's what's up

Another fun day

No need for coffee

Okay. I can do this.

::muttered curses::

It is way too hot

Getting there

The persistence of footnotes

Best-laid PLNs

So close...

Feeling scummy

Well shit

Taking a day

In a few days