This was always going to be a tough week, because of the amount of interaction that had to go on with people I don’t know. We’re almost done now, just one more thing to tick off around 3pm today and the exhale I will give is going to be considerable. Those people who sail through life with no perception of the difficulty curve really don’t know they’re born. Not having to think through EVERYTHING, simply turning up, doing their stuff and then pissing off. You are the real MVP’s. Without you, the Earth would grind to a massive, insufferable halt.


Yesterday we got snow for 90 seconds and the reminder that getting the Boiler fixed last month was the best idea I’ve ever had. Today we were intermittently veering between rain and bright sunshine and now the sky’s a winter blue which is strangely inspiring. I have a lot planned this month, and intend to try and do more spontaneity where brain and timescales allow. The general idea is to not stress too much and produce stuff I enjoy, not what I think other people will find interesting. That’s probably going to mean some navel contemplation as time goes on.


If I could have a month where the ground doesn’t open up at some point to swallow me, then we have seen a distinct improvement in mental circumstances. I managed to do one pull up at the Gym with some kind of discernable movement yesterday. I need to keep working on the arms, and the legs, and getting stamina as a priority. It is working, I’ve hit 12k for four days in a row this week. I’ll run tonight after working and being a grown up. This weekend there needs to be five minutes to make some new Playlists too.

The trick for December is to do stuff on my terms, and not let the enormity of everything overwhelm progress. That’s utterly doable, right?


Occasionally when you write, the process of immersing yourself in a ¬†Virtual World causes some issues with both continuity and believability. In this case, the latest part of my Bondfic made my husband do such a WTF on reading it that he left me an essay on the printed pages I provided. Normally, I’m ready with a suitable response or justification for his ‘objections’ to my direction but in this case? He’s spot on.¬†This is such a leap considering the circumstances that I will need to go and add more to the narrative. Normally it’s about losing stuff, or making flabby dialogue less tortuous, but in this case I desperately require¬†more background.


Therefore I now need to come up with probably 1000 more words, possibly more, and rather than completely re-writing the whole thing, try and knit two pieces of work together. I have an idea how to do this already, and am gonna sleep on it tonight before coming down tomorrow morning to write it. I could do it now but I’ve learnt the value of letting stuff percolate first, and what I’m trying to do now is locate a suitable piece of music to link my ideas to. Needless to say, I need spoons.¬†That’s not a metaphor for anything, I totally¬†need to write in spoons.


Oh yeah, and then there’s the small matter of¬†a complete self-contained action sequence.

If I’m going to do this properly?


You FUCKING NAIL IT. Wearing a waistcoat. AND THEN SOME.