real life

Aaaaahhhh...

If there's one thing better for the soul than a nice hot bubble bath, it's a nice hot bubble bath that Beloved invites themselves along to.

Mmmmmm... nice warm snuggly bubbly cuddly times...

I talked over a lot of my Gottadoits as well. Beloved has good advice that stops me stressing out over the little things. And chief amongst the little things is correcting the mistakes and ignoring the commentary. Unless something is obviously and humongously bad and at least two readers agree.

THEN I go and fix it.

Agents and publishers have their own editors and readers etc. And I will doubtless be taking their suggestions way more seriously. You know, because professional attitude.

But I still want to get it as ready as I would get it for Smashwords. Only when that's done, can I feel comfortable with waving things at agents.

But for now - today's Instant.

Vote early, vote often

There's electoral kerfuffle around the world, it seems. Out here in sunny Queensland, in the wilds of Burpengary East, there's not only a national referendum, but a mayoral and council election.

Referendum - for the Americans in the audience - is where the politicians ask the entire nation a question and we answer 'yes' or 'no'. The most of either wins.

Currently, our political representatives get three years to fuck us around before they have to pretend to be nice in order

Owie owie ow ow ow...

There's a reason why my fanbot is one good sneeze away from falling apart. It's because I feel that way far too often for my own comfort and security.

For instance: This morning, I woke up with a grinched hip.

My right hip can move in all the ways it's supposed to, it's just that it's firkin uncomfortable to do so. Which means that, once again, I will not be going for my daily walk.

I need to get back into good

Soldiering on

Something here is, I swear, that does not like me enjoying my life.

Yesterday morning, I forgot that I had to go on the Leyland's Tour to get Chaos some of the metal help she needs. The kid's wound tighter than an obsessive persons' clock. I can't really fathom why, Beloved and I spoil the spots off her.

Anyway. On top of that nonse, I also had to do my regular nonse, which included the monotonous and thankless task of linking up

Well crap

My usual sleepy-time medication, a herbal anti-anxiety mix, failed and I woke up at 3AM today. I've been fighting it for an hour, but once I'm awake, I'm awake.

So I surrendered and prepared for today, only to find a whole bunch of vehicle related bills on my desk. Including a (gasp) speeding ticket! So I hate myself now because I'm usually so very good at keeping to the limit or just under it by 1kph.

And it's worse because Beloved took

::Zombie noises::

I've had the second shitty night in a row and that sort of thing is never good for me. My spoons are at a minimum. My entire day is going to be "Can't be arsed, gotta do it anyway" with a side order of slow, uncomfortable moaning.

Good thing Steam Powered Giraffe is there to help my limited powers of concentration and at least keep me in the same plane of reality.

Also good thing - Beloved has taken a shine to

I'm going slightly mad...

Now that my BEST HOLIDAY is over [I still want more!] I have to get back to the daily slog of getting things Out There.

I'm adding a menu to last year's Year of Instants, which is kind of laborious because it involves lots of back and forth. And when I'm done, I still have to make sure the fonts all line up, blablabla...

I'm also -FINALLY- putting up Free Baby for Amazon Exclusive status.

And then I shall be seeking out

Waiting for things to be organised

I should be getting used to this. My entire life has been waiting, more or less, for others to catch up. When I want to do something, I am entirely gung-ho about it. I will fly completely off the handle and be hell for leather about preparing.

Meanwhile, everyone else is like that tortoise from Merrie Melodies.

Which makes me stress out because the thing I am doing feels like the most important thing in the world to me.

Free Baby has

Quietly dribbling

Beloved has shown me a lovely site called Ali Express which also comes with an app to shop with. I am under oath not to buy anything until we have money to spare again.

And in a total fit of insanity, I'm plotting to do some pride-flag clip-ons, so I've been looking up the assortments of seed beads.

Let me tell you about seed beads. They are tiny. They are most often glass. They are an absolute pain in the canker to

Figuring things out

After some consideration, I have decided that my time and effort is best spent using my admittedly limited skills to help other folks by making things.

I know for a fact that there are ladies out there who can't or won't get their ears pierced. It doesn't matter why. It doesn't matter where - unless postage comes into it.

What matters is they must be sick and tired of the two mainstream options: (a) Granny buttons, or (b) Nothing.

I remember being

Home Again, Huzzah

By my calculations, if I do an Instant today, I should have kept up with the ebb and flow of days quite well. Then I can focus on doing enough doubles to catch up on the overlap so my Years of Instants can be more or less in sync.

After an animated discussion with Beloved, raising money against leukemia isn't quite what it was cracked up to be. I shall have to figure out some other way to be helpful whilst also

Welp. I'm buggering off...

Farewell US, farewell, Tucson. Farewell, all the amazing fun times I had here. I hope to return, but I know the realities of budgetary constraints and... I might not ever come back.

However, if Beloved wants to spend their frequent flier miles on another trip to see Steam Powered Giraffe... I will never never never say no. Best present ever. 100/10 would do again in a cold second.

And I have a bloody good cosplay to take with me if I

O the carnival is over...

It's the day after WWWC5 and my feet and legs are still letting me know they don't like all the walking around I did. I'm so stiff getting up and down it's almost hilarious.

I entered the costume contest and won Best Automaton which came with a HEAP of swag including a cool light-up deelio that means I have to go get a Aus-US power adapter :P but that thing is going on my writing desk. YEAH!

I have blisters on my

Success of a sort

I did get to ask David Bennett about putting the robots into my novels, and the answer was a polite version of, "Thanks but no thanks, you can't do it because legal difficulties."

Which is a slight pain in my arse because I have to track down everywhere I mentioned them and finesse something else in to cover those words. I was very careful to make my beloved automatons' appearance not important in any way to the story in the first place.

The day after the night before...

I had an excellent time, yesterday. I didn't get to stay in character for any length of time at all, because the ever-fabulous Isabella Bennett was hanging out at the SPG merch booth.

...which sadly did not contain any T-shirts or Kazookaphones or patches :( Boo. But did contain one of my personal heroes.

I was one of the very few fanbots there. I guess everyone else wised up because wearing makeup in the heat makes the heat even more punishing.

But I

Menu

A 3705-post collection

Aaaaahhhh...

Vote early, vote often

Owie owie ow ow ow...

Soldiering on

Well crap

::Zombie noises::

I'm going slightly mad...

Waiting for things to be organised

Quietly dribbling

Figuring things out

Home Again, Huzzah

Welp. I'm buggering off...

O the carnival is over...

Success of a sort

The day after the night before...