Post-trip

Jul. 19th, 2017 12:51 am
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I have survived my trip to Upstate New York and visiting family up there. I somehow slept a lot and ended up not socializing as much with family as I could've. If I wasn't so tired, I would've gone to dinner last night for example, but I just was too cranky to people properly.

I'm really glad that the wedding was cancelled tbh bcause I'm not sure if I could've done it without spending too much of my social bandwidth (which is a term I've seen around?? But I remember using it before everyone else back in college. Did others come up with it separately or did I legit coin a phrase?? Either is possible.) Anyways, I didn't get as much reading as I would've liked done, but I did get a lot of work on my Tomarry Big Bang done so that's one thing.

The other thing that was neglected was working on my cross-stitch project, but that's okay. I just didn't feel like working on it much and that's okay.

I also did some fun things. That was good. I need to go to bed now or I'd go on in more detail.

about The Shattering

Jul. 18th, 2017 03:01 pm
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This is an experiment with writing. Basically, I've taken one of the many modern/urban fantasy worlds I've build in my head, dropped a couple barely-formed characters into it with a plot idea that might be 7 words long on a good day and pressed Go.

The things I post are barely edited. They may have typos. They're not majorly-high-quality writing, in which I've lovingly labored over sentences and synonyms. They contain far too much punctuation and will probably systematically abuse italics. They're not going to be perfect.

What I want to see is if - and how well - I can build something interesting, something resembling a story, out of these incomplete ideas and fragmented entries. This is word-and-story brainstorming. It's an experiment. I want to try to make something really cool (or at least decently cool) from this nearly nonexistent framework, and see what happens, and where it takes me.

The process is simple: I open up DW during a break at work, and let my brain and fingers go. Whatever happens, I read it over once or twice to correct anything truly offensive, and then make myself post. It's casual, just to practice writing and practice creating to try to get back into the habit.

So, that's what's going on here.

the shattering's world )

For readers of this journal: you are welcome to read and comment and interact, or ignore, as much as you would like. Feel free to ask questions, point things out, make suggestions - whatever, I will love any feedback.

(part 2)

Jul. 18th, 2017 01:56 pm
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(part 1)

I struck something invisible and ended up tumbling out of the magic onto the front lawn, landing in an awkward heap. Hey, it happens sometimes: in this case, May and Arston had probably changed the wards and I'd have to retune myself. Or, I thought, as I slowly sat up from my pile-of-trash pose and noticed the blinding glow, something more powerful is blocking puny magic like mine without thinking about it...

blinding light )

The Sunday Wibble-a-thon

Jul. 16th, 2017 09:42 am
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Yesterday was a nice chill day, mostly spent catching up on youtube channels. Today I would like to get some words written and I would like to get some stuff done around the house. No pressure on myself, just if it gets done then great, if not, then that's also ok. I'm still reeling from getting so stressed Thurs/Fri and I've got a few big weekends coming up so...

The Sunday Wibble-A-Thon> <img src= )

The Saturday Wibble-a-thon

Jul. 15th, 2017 11:19 am
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The morning is almost over but it's been a good one. I was up Tesco bright and early this morning, got my shopping done and put away. I'd been craving Rice Krispies for a few days and treated myself to some this morning... best bowl of cereal ever I swear.

The rest of the morning has been spent listening to music and reading.

The Morning Wibble )

One step forward, two steps back

Jul. 14th, 2017 09:39 pm
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Yesterday was another really good, positive, productive work day. Then I got home. Opened my post and there's a fine, for driving my car untaxed. Huh, I think, that's strange, I never got a reminder. Rang the company to query and apparently DVLA still have my old address on record. I tell them I notified them when I moved over three years ago.

Ring up the DVLA to lodge a complaint. They state they never received my notification. I tear my flat apart and I cannot find my log book anywhere, so I think what happened is that I sent it, they never got it and I never realised that I didn't get it back. I got my driving license back ok though, and that's the same fucking DVLA... right.

So, I can't tax it over the phone because it's registered to a different address. No-one is actually able to tell my why just that it's policy. I argue that the situation was the same in September last year yet I was able to tax her over the phone then. Again, no-one had an answer for why...
We've covered that they're fucking useless, right?

I end up having to take the morning off work to go into town (rang my boss last night in panicked hysteria), go to the post office, fill in a 'lost log book' form (making it very clear I sent it to them in May 2014 and that I was very unhappy at having to pay a £25 fee for a replacement for 'losing' it). Then the lump sum for the 6 months tax wiped out my savings. I couldn't set up a DD because of the whole 'wrong address' issue.

This evening I rang up the fine company again and they've at least let me set up a payment plan so I don't have to try and find that. That's a nice £17 a month for the next few months.
I also asked if an apology could get back to the girl I'd spoken to last night because in hindsight I was rude to her (although lets face it, you shouldn't work in the inbound call centre for debt collectors if you can't handle stressed/pissed/angry people!)

I may sound calm as I'm writing this but I'm still stressed out as fuck. I'm very pissed - at the DVLA and myself. I'm embarrassed. I'm stress eating - and just aware enough that I'm doing it but not healthy enough that my coping techniques are working.

help

Jul. 13th, 2017 05:13 pm
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i'm trying to finish another prompt-fic with MAH BOI LARSA (a next chapter to the one i wrote a few weeks ago) but this sequel is tumbling around itself and i'm unsure of it so plz advise in comments:

do i

a) finish what i have and post it as done - it needs maybe another 200-500 words to be FINISHED - even imperfect, which it really is, it's a fic, and guess what penelo and larsa can smooch as many times as i want

b) scrap the oddly tumbled word vomit and start over with something cleaner that will be what i want this piece to be

c) give up entirely and write penelo/larsa coffeehouse au trash

d) do a different prompt-fic and come back to this next week

e) [something else you're going to tell me in the comments]

The Morning Wibble

Jul. 13th, 2017 07:26 am
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Hey look at me, actually awake in the morning and not just running blindly out the door to work!

Pretty lives here )
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I've been back on the meds for 12 days now and I think I've finally ridden out the waves of side-effects. I'm still not myself, that's going to take a while but I'm finding things just a little easier. That's possibly a placebo since it's not even been two weeks but I'm not going to complain.

I was told I look more like myself today. That made me smile. (Although, who have I been looking like if not myself?

Today was also one of those days where everything fell into place with work. I had a really productive day and it was one of those where every time I blinked the clock had shot forward. I was able to finally resolve a couple of really big, ongoing, frustrating, accounts issues which made me feel awesome.

I wasn't completely wiped out when I got in either which made a nice change. I had enough energy to catch up on all the dishes that needed washing. I cooked (ok, took a frozen dinner out and nuked it) and watched The Lego Movie. I'm about hitting a wall now, ability-to-can wise, though but this is the best I've been in about 6 weeks.

I don't know if this is the beginning of a positive upwards trend or 'just' A Good Day - either way, I'm not complaining. I mean, I'd really like to find my old routine again - there's plenty of stuff I miss doing but I also know better than to push myself. Right now, if all I'm managing is one thing around the house of an evening? Well, that's better than the other week. So maybe next week I will aim to make my evenings be 'one thing in the house, cook/eat/watch and then make the effort to come online and blog/read my flist.

(part 1)

Jul. 11th, 2017 12:24 pm
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I dreamt the end of the world last night. The webpapers all said it was common to dream about the end of the world now, but I'd never had one before. In usual dream fashion it didn't make any sense: I was in "Japan", for whatever reason, even though I've never been to Japan, in a strange tall building half-business-office and half-dormitory in that way dreams do where it makes perfect sense to leave your meeting and go down a floor to take a nap. There were people I knew - I know - but I didn't recognize any of them out of the dream. I was coming from some work meeting and for some reason tucking in a roomful of young boys going to bed - and it all happened. The nukes came down, crashing out of the sky, and even though none of them were even close to us, we could all still see the pillars of fire, the tidal wave of smoke, the scent of ashes...

And of course in the dream nothing rose up, and there was no Shattering: and we all felt something dark and hot and burning roll over us in waves. I guess that's how my dream-self was imitating radiation; not like we knew what it felt like. The children screamed, and I was running back through the building and screaming, my skin scorched like a sunburn, and when I got to my dorm room all of my friends were already black and burnt, scarred corpses tipped over or leaning against each other.

The thing is, you wake up from a dream like that and instantly know it isn't true. Your brain is already running through the litany of logic that you need: seven years ago mankind did in fact try to destroy itself, its homes, its planet, by launching nearly every nuclear warhead in existence in a round robin of angry men; but the earth decided it was sick of this shit - our shit - and stepped in. First the world froze time, trapping all of us in this weird viscoelastic stasis where our minds were aware but everything around us had been stopped. Then our planet took a deep breath, which we all heard and felt - and then it shattered what must have been a barrier between its - its power - and us.

No one knew the earth had been protecting us from her magic for so long, although the scientists say it makes sense in retrospect, considering the times magic has leaked through a crack and broken the known laws of physics. But that layer shattered like so much glass - the Shattering - and the power that rushed through vaporized every single explosive that had been fired, and all that hadn't, and just wiped from existence every known warhead and weapon that could damage her.

Then the earth - well, we still don't really know how or why, but the prevailing theory is that our planet needed to tell us something (tell us off, in my opinion; humanity is a gigantic gaping asshole) and it used the history it had: the power coalesced into archetypes of worship, ancient and modern, anything the earth thought mankind might revere and follow. It created the Incarnate, the avatars, the graced: gods and goddesses, angels and devils, from all creeds and all times. Those chosen became vessels for whatever archetypical power had chosen them, and thus began the only way the planet had for us to communicate with her: the best way she had to create protectors that could speak with her voice.

So now, even through apparently everyone had dreams about the end of the world, it hadn't really ended at all - shifted, irrevocably, the complacency with which humanity had lived shattered as well, but not the end. In seven years, I had never dreamed about it. I'd had my share of stupid dreams, sure, but my subconscious had been happy to leave well enough alone - until last night.

I sat up slowly, because even though my brain was doing a great job reciting the facts, I still had this odd feeling in the pit of my belly: almost nauseous, like a physical sense of doom. People said you were supposed to pay attention to your dreams now, with magic out and about, but whatever this had been I didn't really want to pay attention to it.

Coffee would help. I wrenched myself out of the covers and into the kitchen.

I was halfway through the mug and a game on my mobile when it rang. Unknown number, huh. I almost ignored it, but it looked somewhat familiar and that nagged at me. (I haven't memorized a phone number other than my own since I was a small child, so what?) Plus I was still feeling residual existential dread over my dream, and I was mad because I was out of bagels. So I picked it up. "H'lo?"

"Mor," Arston said breathlessly, "I need you to - you need to come over, okay?"

"Arston?" I asked, even though I recognized his voice, and from there remembered I hadn't added his new number to my phone. "Did something happen? Is May okay?" Arston was May's roommate; May was my best friend, had been for almost our entire lives, and had been fighting off a major flu for a while.

"It's May," he said, and my heart dropped - I heard him swallow, and then he continued in an incredibly small voice: "I think she's becoming Manifest?"

"Manifest?" I squeaked, suddenly feeling vertigo. "Incarnate?"

"I - I don't know, Mor, can you please just get over here?" He took in a deep breath, and then exhaled. "She said your name, asked for you."

Shit. Incarnate or not, May would be asking for me, because no one else in her shitty family was going to be any help with any of this. "Yeah, Arston, I'll be there as fast as I can..."

"Good." He hung up.

I realized I was shivering. The foreboding feeling of my dream had mixed with my panic over my friend and created a weirdly toxic adrenaline cocktail. I needed to get to their house - driving would take twenty minutes, biking about the same. If I could calm myself down, I could transport.

My magic wasn't that old - it showed up about five or six years ago, right after the Shattering, but it had taken until about two years ago for it to have solidified enough for me to make use of it. I sat down the coffee mug, checked on the cats' bowls - they would be fine, and took a deep breath. Clasped my hands before me, fingers extended along opposite wrists. Set my intention in my mind. Called up the magic, carefully, focusing only on the spell, trying to shove everything else off into the corners where it could wait. Then I pulled my hands apart, and before I could doubt myself, pushed myself head-first into the glimmering opening the movement had created.

Oh Monday Monday

Jul. 10th, 2017 07:19 am
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I think I'm starting to feel a little bit more like myself. I got a couple of things done around the flat, just some basic tidying and it's amazing what a difference that makes. I think maybe the rollercoaster of side effects is slowing down as well. I hope

The Morning Wibble )

Fandom Question Meme

Jul. 9th, 2017 08:20 pm
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As seen all over my flist this afternoon:

Ask me a question. It can be fandom-specific or general. Be as creative as you like.
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