Stream Shenanigans

The Promptcast is reading stories, starting today. Maybe going on to tomorrow.

I've also fucked up my sleep cycle somehow and have been awake since 10PM. It's now almost 3AM.

So I'm going to just buckle down and try to write today's tale before the Promptcast launches. I might be asleep shortly after. Time, again, will tell.

Who knows? I may yet find a way to reset my internal alarm clock.

Onwards to the fiction.

Today, wheel of randomness willing, shall be the premiere of the fifth fucking WIP they're responsible for. Hope you tune in.

I shall be allegedly focussing on the daily tale and the stream moderation.

As for my lovelies, I do believe they are off in Brizvegas scooping up the last of the remaining nonsense over there. I hope it all gets sorted in time.

It's Beloved's Outaversary and once again, I can't get her anything special because all my energy is focussed

I have junk in my lungs that is not shifting easily, but is making my daily life a pain in the bum. I have things that will help shift it, including going completely off the Keto for a spell. It seems to be working so far.

My lovelies are off in Brizvegas finishing up the unfuckening of the old base of operations. As I understand things, this Monday is the last day.

I have misunderstood things before.

I should learn not to

I have a couple of hours before the Promptcast begins their stream. I did actually get a story in there but if there's a case of spillover, I'll be drawn on Monday. Huzzah.

Honestly, I'm lucky I got anything done for them at all.

Attempting to keep an eye on my email so I don't offend MeMum by missing her email because Mod Duties. I can hope and pray that I catch something before I get distracted.

...and the distractions are so

The Promptcast is reading stories, today. I'm moderating, of course. And probably working on today's tale during the slow bits.

I have my Dutch Oven in the process of seasoning right now. When that's done, I shall feed my starter, make The Bikkie, and set the dough-making process in motion. Wednesday morning, once the Dutch Oven is cool from all the bread making, I shall season it again. It will take a while to get it properly in order, but I have

My lovelies are off with Chaos for Parkrun today. Then they're off once more to unfuck their soon-to-be-ex location in Brizvegas. Leaving Chaos here, of course.

I have storage boxes to sort. Mayhem has the job of selling of usable excess to whomever may be interested in that stuff.

Pretty certain that some's going to go for a dollar a piece. Either way, someone's happy, we have a little extra dosh, and Mayhem is interested in that 10% commission.

Chaos has yet

In order to save on fuel and travel, Beloved and Adorable are coming around Tuesday to Friday to unfuck this house. Which means that I have to make sure all my appointments and shenanigans match those days.

It does also mean I have more Monday to spend on assorted shenanigans and maybe mental degaussing. Better known by daylight as "playing Baldur's Gate 3."

I can hope. That's what I'm good at.

The Promptcast will be reading stories for one day - today,

So here's the dealio...

• The ISBN's are bought and paid for
• I am still using RTFM as a test case
• I have a LOT of ePubs downloaded to extract, fix, and rejigger into the format that Ingram prefers
• I am still waiting for RTFM to go through so I know all this horseshit works

Meanwhile, I'm going to try the ePub-to-ZIP trick and see if that streamlines what I am calling The Process. Because somewhere between Smashwords and Draft2Digital, the formatting of

At least my internet is back up and running. My biggest current issue is that my Trezor wallet is currently dysfunctional.

YAY. Not.

I have a couple of weeks' worth of money that I can access in other places. It's not time to panic yet. The time to panic is next fucking week. I am already figuring out alternative transfer methods so that I can remain financial.

I can wrangle this. I just... need a moment.

Who knows? Maybe the forces of

I'm starting to think my stupid fucking ankle is healed. I shall see how it fares during this week. Next week? I could be at parkrun again. At long dingdang last. I'm not setting anything in stone until I'm SURE and that's going to take a long shopping trip with minimal cane use to find out.

That's going to be next week. In a few days. Whatever. I find out when I find out.

In a few short hours, I will be

Yesterday's bed rest seems to have paid off. I have a bit more mobility than yesterday and the theory is that if I keep the problem leg wiggling, then I can maintain that mobility.

Either way, I can hope that full recovery is in sight.

Firefox has decided to devour memory, so I had to prune my tab hoard. Fingers crossed, I have established equilibrium.

Seems I can either watch videos OR edit something. FUN. Not.

Am now working on reducing the

Got some further bullshit happening with the drains, but literally boiling hot water seems to be doing something to solve it. I have another trip to Bunnings in my future. Sigh.

We will get this thing unfucked for good.

But I don't need extra expense because I also have had to pay for my car and my license this week.

One last shot from the Chapter Thirteen Curse, I guess.

Fuck.

Can life stop shitting on me and my loved ones for

The Promptcast will be on air shortly, I'm baking the last of my bread in the midst.

The story shall happen sometime after that, but I have written a farewell to the Archive that I'll air in the next backup read.

I fully expect to get kicked off the server.

It'll hurt, but that's what clean breaks do.

And that's only slightly better than watching the Archive die of self-made starvation in the middle of a metaphorical food warehouse.

Or a slow