real life

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 good to get a book on the market after so long.

News on the lappy front - $4K is close, but not close enough. If I want the portable beast of my dreams, it's going to cost me closer to $8K. $6K if I want it without frills.

I mean, I could get a 13-inch one for $4K, but... I really want my money back from Beloved, and the cash they owe me would DEFFO pay for the portable beast of my dreams.

And in the meantime, I can watch Bitcoin go up and down like an indecisive carousel horse. Yay.

True facts though? I will likely make that money myself, and then there'll be a NEWER beast to dream about for roughly the same amount of money.

That, and the 15-inch one has more "elbow room" so I can type.

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

Distracted, Disorganised, Disgusted

Distracted: The Adventure Zone graphic novel has dropped, and people are sharing all kinds of shiny shit.

Disorganised: Since I'd rather look at those shiny things, I am not on my A-game. At least I posted the first Blast already.

Disgusted: Miss Chaos didn't want to be awake this AM, and decided to curl up and sleep ON THE TOILET FLOOR. Save that shit for eighteen, miss.

I gave her a rude awakening and I sincerely hope it sticks, this time. One

Travel All Over the Countryside...

[Ask the Leylands, ask the Leylands...]

You have to be (a) Australian, and (b) a certain age to understand that joke. The Leyland Brothers was a docuseries in my youth featuring the titular brothers and their jeep adventures all over our wide brown land. To this day, I still refer to doing the royal run-around as "a Leyland's tour."

Yesterday was seeing the doctor, making appointments, and doing more shopping. The day before was seeing assorted doctors, getting scans done, and stocking

That Went Well

Here's my yesterday:

Attempt to get little darlings organised and pointed at school
Mayhem complains of gutsache and throws up
Book doctor's appointment and call school for Mayhem
Get Chaos off to school minus hitch
Do a cash run
Have five minutes to self before running Mayhem up to the doctor's
Hurry up and wait
Get recommendation for a CT scan (!) after bounce test doesn't give encouraging results
Paperwork
Hurry home to do what work I can in the interim
Rush off

Just Another Maniac Monday

Mayhem threw up. Sigh. Which means he gets a free trip to the doctor's and I get more running around than I should be due.

I don't have to do the brat run, but I do have to get cashola [and sort out my squirrelings] and some fresh veggies. And since shepherd's pie was the one thing that Mayhem didn't throw up during the week, some more of that noise.

And I'm fresh out of sheep mince. I shall have to find

Tomorrow and Tomorrow

Tomorrow, I have to make certain my little darlings are off to their respective schools. Tomorrow, I am cleaning up the massive mess of post-shepherd's-pie and post-roast kitchen apocalypse. Tomorrow, I begin sorting out what the flakk this years' novel is about.

This is a first for me. I honestly threw B'Nar into the mix because it was another B-name planet that could be fun to play with. Welp. Now I'm about to have fun.

I stood in this swamp and now

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A 3701-post collection

Relax Day

YIL

Friday!

Dilly Dally

Fudgenuts

The Quest Begins

New Limits

Corner Turn

Oofty Goofty

Deeeeep Breath...

Distracted, Disorganised, Disgusted

Travel All Over the Countryside...

That Went Well

Just Another Maniac Monday

Tomorrow and Tomorrow