Have signed up for OrgASM (like Nano, but for smut).

Now to write fiction. :-)

TTFN,
Amazon. :-)
I have confirmed, yet again, that I feel better about myself - more confident, less like a loser with Things to Hide - and tend to be more open with/to my partner, when I actually get Work done during the day.

So today I've been crafting.

I watched (for a given value of "watched") Practical Magic this morning. But while I had it in the dvd player, I was also making two kinds of soap[1] and about two dozen tea lights (the last of which are hardening up as I type this).

The silicone mini-muffin (two-bite brownies, whatever) pan makes tea-light-sized candles like a charm. They are narrower on the bottom than the holders are, and I'm not entirely sure how to sort that out[2].

My plan is to sell the tea-lights at half-a-dozen for $5. Which should still make me a little bit of profit beyond breaking-even/overhead, and have a basket of them out at one-for-a-dollar as well[4].

Half of me wants to just not use the foil liners and sell them as cute, brownie-shaped tealight candles that fit easily into a foil tealight liner or other tealight holder, but create less waste. But, for now, I've actually got a hundred shiny-and-brand-new tealight cups that I bought specifically for this purpose, so I'm going to use them (dammit). But later on...? Who knows...


Anyway. I'm starting to poke at a grocery list that I probably won't shop for until some time tomorrow morning, and I'm figuring out what to do for lunch, and I'm basically avoiding starting to write.

I'm having a bit of a Time with this novel. I haven't got a clue what to do with it to make it actually interesting.
Me? I want to write her daily diary. Scribble two hundred words for each of the following categories:
Hopes
Fears
Heartache/Romance
Current Events
Hobbies
Plus a list of what she brought in and/or put up from the garden (and, later, what she's pulled out of the pantry/freezer that she put up earlier).


So... fuck it. Maybe that's what I'll do.


TTFN,
Amazon.





[1] Pomander (sweet orange and clove) and Winter Solstice (Juniper, Peppermint, and Cinnamon), both made with a saponified mix of sunflower oil, olive oil, beeswax, soy wax, and coconut oil.

[2] It may involve putting a layer of beeswax pellets[3] in the bottom of each tealight cup, putting the tealight cups in the oven (on a cookie sheet) for a couple of minutes, and then re-inserting the already-made candle into the cup, so that (a) the candle will sink to the bottom of the cup, and (b) stick to it, and then (c) the spare melted wax will be displaced up around the candle to fill in the empty space between it and the wall of the tealight cup.

[3] Which I would have to order, at a much higher price, from somewhere like Skincare Naturals or similar.

[4] Although this will involve making a LOT more candles... I've got four half-dozen sets made, but I would want another two (at least) plus 20-30 to put in the one-dollar "bulk" basket.
Just submitted "Wolf and Scarlet" to the Leather Ever After anthology for consideration.
I'm proud of the story. I think it flows well and says something beautiful along with being hawt. That said, while I think the editor will like it, (a) Little Red Riding Hood gets done a LOT, and (b) My story lacks an actual element of the fantastical[1] (which may or may not be deeply required)... so I'm not sure if it'll be accepted.

I hope so, though! :-D

Also: I now have a writerly icon. The quotation is William Wordsworth, who says "Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart". Which is worth remembering. :-)


TTFN,
Amazon. :-)


[1] The red hood is, in this case, a red leather coat with chains flagging right. The wolf is (a) the top's last name, and (b) symbolized by the shaggy muppet-fur jacket worn by said top. The ears, eyes, and teeth pattern is alluded to, but not off massive importance (although there's lots of biting going on, as this is an S/M piece I've written). Stuff like that there. :-)
Hey there!

So I've spent the last couple of hours working on my Honey-Month-inspired earring collection.

I am now (a) out of silver bees - well, I have one left, but I'd need at least two to continue... I may yet start taking the old necklaces apart - AND (b) more than half-way done.

I have eleven left to do. ELEVEN! (Mwahahahaha...)

~*~

Today I did:

#8 - Raspberry Creamed Honey - 4mm rose quartz, 8mm lapis lazuli, 3mm iolite, 2mm silver, silver bees ("I'll pluck the flight of doves for you")

#9 - Zambian Honey - 4mm mahogany obsidian and 6mm wood + 8mm fire agate + silver bees ("Only the sun will touch me")

#10 - French Rhododendron Honey - 2mm silver, 3mm rainbow moonstone, 6mm labradorite, 8mm cloudy quartz[1], silver bees ("Melting on my tongue")[2]

#11 - Blackberry Honey - 2mm silver, 4mm garnet, 8mm lapis lazuli, blue aventurine chips[3], silver bees ("Yesterday I had daughters")

#12 - Red Gum Honey - 2mm silver, 4mm iolite, 6mm yellow jade[4], 8mm lapis lazuli, silver bees ("The world is not for catching")[5]

#13 - Black Locust Blossom Honey - 2mm silver, 4mm green aventurine, 4mm malachite, 6mm australian jasper, 10mm green aventurine, silver bees ("Against the broad, green earth")

#14 - Raspberry Honey - 2mm silver, 4mm hematite, 6mm rhodonite, 6mm rainbow obsidian, silver bees ("Come shut my wild, wild eyes")[6]

#27 - Leatherwood Honey[7] - 2mm silver, 4mm hematite, 8mm hematite, silver bees, silver (plated) chain, black leather lacing[8] ("I will have you for my own // With a gaze full of the giver")

~*~


So I'm feeling pretty pleased with them, so far.
The only trick, really, is that they are VERY long - shoulder dusters, easily.

I've placed an order for 25 more pewter, silver-plated bee charms plus some additional supplies. I should be able to get these done shortly. :-)


I'm also looking at two sign-up-any-time online courses.
Paranormal Romance Writing
and
All About Herbs

They're free, week-by-week courses and, while some of it is stuff I can do fine on already (character development, culinary herbs), other bits (story arcs and pacing; medicinal herbs and herbal peparations) look like they could be helpful even at the 101 level.


In other news, I've signed up for Camp Nanowrimo and, with any luck (and some stick-to-it-ivness), I'll have a story that is a little bit more like an actual STORY by the end of June. (I figure I can try doing it again in August, for Camp Nano Round Two, and do a Paranormal Romance. ;-)


Anyway. I'm modeling tonight, and I've got a poster to make (and an event to heavily promote) within the next 4.5 hours. (I also need to go for a walk, pick up eggs, eat something, and get prepped for my gig). So here we go! :-D


TTFN,
Amazon. :-)


[1] I confess, I have no idea what this stone is. I suspect it's a quartz. It could also very easily be a jade. It's a bargain bin stone that didn't come with a label, so I'm guessing here.

[2] Because this one is a haiku, I originally wanted to do the beads in a pattern of 5-7-5 BUT that didn't quite look right (and my moonstone beads are a MESS and I couldn't find enough with holes that could take the pins without breaking), SO I ended up doing 2-7-3-5 instead.

[3] I was aiming for both rubble and the invocation of its blueberry taste, despite the name.

[4] I have two kinds of yellow jade. One is yellow jade chips that are almost the colour of old ivory; the other is 6mm yellow jade balls - they are clear and flecked with orange, and remind me very much of honey-amber.

[5] I was going for the deep blue of the night (drawn back home, sip by sip), and the mellow, dark sugar of the taste.

[6] Rhodonite for kisses, jams, and attar; hematite and rainbow obsidian for the Night herself.

[7] Of course I chose this one to do as my last, pre-re-order. :-)

[8] Truth be told, I haven't actually added the lacing yet. And it'll most likely be suede, not leather - the kind of stuff that comes wrapped on a spool in 50m-100m lengths.
I signed up for Camp Nanwrimo (June Edition).

I have a "novel" that I'm working on, and figure that this will be some kind of a "tell the internet" push to Encourage me to keep at it.


I'm also checking out Inkscrawl as, who knows, maybe I can write up some speculative poetry that is (a) awesome, and (b) less than ten lines long, and submit it to them. Perhaps they will like it and publish it. That would be awesome. :-)

I have just written a "Tetractys" (with, granted, a slight variation to the form). Go me. :-)
So I got an email from the Editor[1] saying that my story arrived.
I'll (theoretically) know by September whether or not it gets accepted.
Here's hoping! :-)


TTFN,
Amazon.


[1] I sent "Shimmy" and "In the Pink" to Best Lesbian Erotica 2013.
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( Apr. 9th, 2012 07:03 pm)
I wrote a story today.

I wrote a STORY today!!! :-D

This is huge! It's even a good story! It came easily, and it's the right length, and I feel like it says something (and, okay, possibly it's saying something in a slightly too blatant way, but I can work on that) beyond "Characters get laid! YAY!".
I feel good about it.

I hope I continue to feel good about it during the editing process, and also that the anthology-editor I'm submitting it to loves it to bits and decides to publish it. <*fingers crossed*>


Feeling good about writing today. YAY! :-D


TTFN,
Amazon. :-)
Hey, look! A writing contest that's looking for erotic fiction and poetry!

Naked Girls Reading - Literary Prize
Today I wrote 1000 words of fiction
2 drafted poems
AND
9 recipes.

Bwah. Writing for hte WIN. :-D
She came to me in a dream.

Her parents named her Georgia Gladys Gail Keats, which is too many Gs and too many names of dead ancestors, but its what she got.

Sometimes she goes by Gla, but mostly she goes by George, because a girl in third hand red gypsy skirts going by a boy’s name is more of a gender-fuck than anything else she can think of.

Her hair is long, and dark and lank, hanging in strands, a curtain that often covers her eyes (a place to hide – shy girl, too much to think about).
Her eyes are brown, but they look like black holes from all the liner and black shadow and mascara she uses. Her trademark, if she has one, is red or black lip liner + acid green lipstick + two thick, black, bars drawn, like stitches or electrical tape, across her lips. A vision of keep-your-mouth-shut anger, at least that’s the idea.

She dreams in comic books (her interior monologue looks more like something Neil Gaiman wrote than anything like a train of thought) of being a painter or a writer or a recycled-clothing-designer, but most of all she dreams of Getting Out.
Schlumping a three-tonne, ripped apart school bag everywhere she goes, and layering five different sweaters one over the other to cover her skinny body and keep herself warm (protected). She zombie-walks through high-school – an appropriate term, given that you only come back from the dead when you’ve got some damn burning business to attend to (she should know. She can see them, sometimes, and it scares the goddamn fuck out of her) – eyes down so that no-one can see them burning.
She going to Get Out.
Six credits from graduation and applications into every scholarship, every bursary, every free ride she can find that will lift her out of the suburban sprawl, out of the house of parents who care too little and control too much, and land her in the heart of the city.
Any city.
New York or San Francisco or, hell, Oberlin. Anywhere but here.

Too young by years to be getting into bars, but some of the bars don’t care.
Babylon.
The three-story club that bills itself as a den of iniquity, but is really a haven for trust-starved freaks, street punks, anarcho-babies and wild-child artists.
People like her.
People who don’t stare when they see George-the-girl in her beat-up, multi-patched army boots, thread-bare velvets, hacked up nylon socks instead of gloves, and the white tuxedo jacket that she re-upholstered in patches of un-matching, textured and iridescent fabrics, including acid-green tulle on the lapels.


She’s got a boyfriend, who isn’t really a boyfriend, who isn’t even really a boy or even a human. And she knows – or at least suspects – this, but she doesn’t care. His name is Chaos, and she likes the danger and the light in his eyes.
Everything about his is fast. Snap decisions and sudden inspirations. Like an ADHD bipolar whose on Manic all the time. She can feel him burning, burning, burning-up, and wants to drink the heat from his lips.
He takes her riding on the back of his fast, black bike, engine roaring, and she clings to his back, the smell of leather in her nose.
He taught her to waltz in the rain one day, while the parking lot lights were coming on.
When she Gets Out, he’s coming with her, though she doesn’t know it yet.
He’s with her all the time.


The guy who owns Babylon is a freak/sculpter/multi-media artist named Fagan who builds skeletal, robot babies out of coaxial cable, crushed pop cans and a million other found objects and hardware store finds.
George doesn’t know that he thinks she’s another street kid – one of the hoard of homeless-by-choice-or-necessity kids who flock to his club for a warm place to spend five or six hours, letting the throb of the beat and the scream of the music drown everything out for once.
She doesn’t know he knows how many slip past his deliberately look-the-other-way door policy. She doesn’t know he cares about any of them, let alone all of them. But he does.


Doozy is the flower-bomb baby who sticks out like a ghost, white hair, white skin like ash, who forgets to eat, kisses and touches and fucks everyone and everything, hungry for the connection, and is on more meds than a cancer patient. Doozy’s been dragons and angels in past lives, or so she says. Most people think she’s crazy (even the doctors – thence the meds), but George can see the fire burning under Doozy’s skin, and knows that Doozy isn’t human, even if she thinks she is. Sometimes George can see the burnt-out stubs of Doozy’s wings out of the corner of her eye.
George kissed Doozy, once, two years ago. They’d been smoking a joint – hardly unusual – in a diner bathroom after the club closed, and George leaned over and blew the smoke into Doozy’s mouth, just because she could.
Doozy’d looked so happy when she did that, instead of taking another drag when Doozy passed the joint back, George leaned in again, and kissed her.
It wasn’t the last time.
George wonders how long Doozy’s going to live. Part of her imagines ‘forever’, and part of her has trouble believing that this ghost-girl of a fallen angel will make it to her next breath.


What’s the story? I ask myself.
The raid on the club, the fire, Fagan’s likely death, Doozy’s self-imposed exile in protest of a deity she just can’t work for anymore, Chaos’ wild-fire underneath it all (did he cause the fire? Did he cause it for a reason?)
Does she get out?
And where does she go from here?

Magic, mystery, mayhem, and urban-alienation. We’ll see where George takes me, if anywhere.
I hope she starts talking soon. :-)
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( Mar. 15th, 2008 06:24 pm)
Okay, Draft Three of Meeting Karen is up at my fic journal.
I've worked out some of the holes (like where to put the latex gloves on, and the bit where I didn't realize you had to warm up the skin before you started flogging anyone in earnest) and fixed some (hopefully most) of the transitions.

If anyone would care to check it out and beta it, that would be awesome. :-)


In other news: I used my 'soft coeur' massage bar (picked up yesterday at Lush) to work on Paul's back (and everywhere else). I think I prefer the 'mange too' one, but 'soft coeur' isn't bad. :-)

Tonight we're going out for dinner - at the Oak, rather than at Wild Wings, as he's a bit worried about whether the food at WW would make him sick. That's fair enough. :-)

I kinda wanna go to sleep.


All that being said:

The laundry is done
The groceries are bought and put away
The story is edited
The bath has been had

Everything is going according to plan. :-)
amazon_syren: (Bisexual)
( Feb. 8th, 2008 07:52 pm)
Tomorrow is the Canterbury Stars Return fund-raiser concert. My choir is performing (an hour past my bedtime... How Ever Will I Survive??? ;-)

In other news: We have a spiffy new door, with spiffy new hardware (and spiffy new keys, for said hardware), and our house is no-longer hideously ugly from the front-view. :-) Yay! :-D

My attempt at BDSM pr0n continues. So far, my main character (Angela) has made it to the introductory demonstration. We'll see where she goes from there. :-)


Department of Random Information: Y'know dried plums? They're much less sweet than both dried peach and dried pears (and dried apricots)... I don't know why this is, since plums tend to be sweet, too (in my experience, anyway...) Perhaps these were dried when they were under-ripe? I have no idea). Anyway, just an observation. Time for a shower and/or bath and/or watching a movie and then going to bed. Whee! :-)


[ETA: Oh, my goodness... There's an lj community for the Greater Granola. Who knew?
(...Then again, who's surprised... ;-)
Arndis? You, if no-one else, need to check this out. Failing that, everyone should check this out. I'm all a-titter over the very concept. :-) ]


- TTFN,
- Amazon. :-)
Okay... I have a REALLY personal question for anyone reading this (to-whom the question applies, anyway...):

Okay: If you are into BDSM and are a Top (and are cool with sharing this stuff with me, um), what is it about submissive people that turns you on? What is it about tying people up, flogging them, etc. that works for you?
Also: Your first time(s) Topping someone (or Topping them officially, if you will)... were you nervous? were you worried about taking someone too far, or not far enough? Does this sort of worry even apply in such a situation?
how did (might) fetish/BDSM clubs/events factor into such things as, say, stage fright or performance anxiety? Particularly for a first-timer?


Also: If you're wondering why the hell I'm asking you all this? I got an idea for a story (more girl-erotica), and I need to do some back-ground research in the hopes of making it believable.


Help? :-D


- TTFN,
- Amazon.
Soooo...

I went to the Nano plot development meeting last night.


The character-driven plot: Kit must face her demons of guilt, shame, fear and (somewhat self-imposed) loneliness when a job requires her to go back to Reagan City, where Everything Started (Going to Hell) twenty years ago.

The 'action' plot: Dai gets word from an old contact in the Reagan Underground that there's a new (experimental, very, very expensive, not-available to anyone who can't afford it) treatment for ANDD that can actually stop, even reverse, the effects of the disease.
For reasons more to do with survivor's guilt than any kind of delusions of Robin-Hood-itude, Kit takes the job. Now all she and her crew have to do is get into Reagan City, into one of the highest-security biotech firms in the system, steel the documents (Mulligan? Anyone?) and get out again.
Ideally without anyone noticing.
(Fat chance of that happening... hahaha...)


Here's bloody hoping. :-)


In other news: Tonight = Banishing Night at Schola. Whee!


Also: Is there a way that I can display my lj-tags on on my lj-page? Somehow? Or is that just for paid users, or something?
Because it would be nice if *I* could easily find the other entries tagged with a certain heading, and right now it's a bit of a pain to do so.
Any suggestions? (Help?)


- TTFN,
- Amazon. :-)
It's 7am. :-)

Paul and I went to bed *really* early last night (like 8:30pm). So I've had lots of sleep. :-)

Things to do today:

- Laundry!
- Shower
- Pick up printed copy of Bernadette's newly-typed poems.
- Ottawa Slashers' Brunch @ the Arrow and Loon
- Hang out w/ Reyl and sew stuff. (Whee!) -- It will probably be boring stuff like stitching buttons back onto my rubber-suede coat, or something, and cutting out tote-bag parts. (They will have to be soaked and dried before I can sew them, though - maybe I'll cut them out this morning, before brunch, and put them in the laundry with the rest of the Black Stuff. :-)
- Study for my test tomorrow. :-)
- Try to write something coherent about Subversive/Subverting Gender in the Matrix for the Feminist SF Carnival. (We'll see if anything actually happens there - Hope so!)



Thoughts on Nanowrimo:

I'm starting to wonder if Nita's role in the story is changing.
I'm... really not sure how she's going to fit in anymore.

On the plus side, I think I know what's causing The Plague (Acute Neurological Disintegration Disease) that's currently making life miserable for a sizable chunk of the System:

Follow the Cut )

So that's where I'm at right now. :-)

Time to go and cut up some fabric. :-)

- TTFN,
- Amazon. :-)
H'Okay.


Thing One: If you haven't done it yet, you have another... 46 minutes left to go and vote (as of this posting, anyway). Go, do it. :-)


As for the actual subject of this post: I've been doing more thinking on Nano. As such, I present to you:

The Casting Call:

Captain Kit (Katriana) Cox:

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More Behind the Cut! )


I figure if I can find thespians who fit the characters, then I'll have somewhere to go when I'm drawing a blank for body language or something. :-)


Still need to cast:

Nita: White gal, very blond hair, blue/green eyes (or not). Late thirties. Strong body, good muscle tone. Gritty. The kind of person you could see decking someone who pissed her off, while holding a smoke in her teeth. Suggestions[1]? :-)


Jinx: Possible Asian, possibly not. A sort of Harry Kim:TNG, if you will, except more nervous and less prone to following the rules.
Suggestions would be appreciated. :-)


Susanne (Del's fiancee): White gal, dark brown hair. Brown eyes. 5'6"/5'7"? Age = 28-32. Lissom. Able to do "exhausted but carrying on". Able to do "terminal illness". (Bit of a marry-sue? Yeah, probably...)


And anyone else who shows up. Y'know, like a villain or something? That might be helpful. ;-)



In other Nano-related news: I have found a location!

"Flight of the Valeda" (working title - will probably change) will be set in the Epsilon Eridani system, in the year 3308. (I figure by then, human's will have figured out how to do inter-solar-system travel and terraforming and all that useful stuff. 1300 years... we *might* be able to do it. :-)


See Drawing of Epsilon Eridani System: Behind the Cut )


The various planets and moons will find names eventually, but so far that's all I've got. :-)


Anyway, that's it for me tonight. Now I go and edit poems. Whee! :-)


- TTFN,
- Amazon. :-)

[1] Not Belinda. She's already playing the captain, she can't play the first mate, too.
Here is where I run into problems.

Or would if I let this sort of thing come out of my mouth:

"I'm tired and cuddly. Who wants to go to bed with me?"

<*headdesk*>

It's *way* too easy to misinterpret that kind of invitation.

<*sigh*>

Oh, well.


In other news: I am now the happy recipient of an Ami Original piece of glass art. :-) It is a mirror framed in blue glass blobs (a bunch of the ones that were scattered on the tables at our wedding) and streaky-pretty blue and white glass. With silver patina. :-)
Once I get some fishing wire, it will hang were the Korean Bears picture currently hangs, between the linen cupboard and the bathroom. The Bear picture may get re-hung over my CPU, or it may sit in my closet for a while. Most likely the latter option.

Things to Do Tomorrow: Get Fishing Wire. Find Wall-Stud. Put screw/nail into wall stud. Hang awesome new mirror. :-)


In still other news: I was on my way home from the grocery store today (made my awesome curried-chicken-and-peaches salad - always a hit ;-) and I began to get to know a character.

The character began as, in fact, a potential hallowe'en costume, and developed into the beginnings of a person.

Meet the Cast )

Intrigued?

I hope so.

I know *I* want to find out what happens next. :-)
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( May. 21st, 2007 03:46 pm)
I have returned from the wilds of New Brunswick.
And I thought Ottawa was soggy.

It rained pretty much the entire time (except for the rare occasions when it was mearly misty and foggy, and the one day when it snowed. Yes, really).

I got to go back to the town I was born in -- I lived in farmland for the first five years of my life, and I didn't realize this until *now*. What the hell? It does explain why we had such a freaking huge garden, however. :-)

My brother's grad was good. And short! :-D

I ate mussels and lobster (and icecream) on PEI - the mussels, alas, made me sick. But I was over it in about four hours, so that was okay. :-)

My gods, I've got remarkably little to report.

I can definitely say that I missed my husband a lot, and am glad to be back home (with my own bed, my own matress, and my fella to keep me warm, rather than a heap of extra blankets).
Random: He has, I feel I should point out, the softest skin in the world. :-D (Whee! I'm home!) :-D

Sackville - the town where I was born - is a very pretty little town, with a university, a wetlands wildlife sanctuary (with a boardwalk - very pretty, even in the drizzle), a theatre called 'Live Bate', a concert hall, a lot of farm land, a town/gown split, at least three churches (not counting the university chapel), and a lot of hills. Also some very nice indipendent cafes. Yay! :-)
My mom has suggested that I write a script for a tv-show set in a fictional version of Sackville. It might be fun.
I might stand a better chance of writing stories about such a place though, and getting my actress sister to turn them into scripts. :-)

Something to play around with, at any rate. :-)

Anywhoo. I've got something else (or multiple something-elses) to work on before I start playing around with that. :-)

- TTFN,
- Amazon. :-)
I got a new watch today.
It has a black band and a white face w/ silver.
It is fully functional.
Thank goodness.


I also tried to pick up the fourth box of flatware the we registered for last July. Sadly, it appears the pattern has been discontinued.
It fucking figures.
So I have to see if I can hunt it up in the remnants from somewhere else around town, or from Oneida dirrectly.
Buggerbuggerbuggerbuggerbugger.
Because we have 16 place-settings of dishes, and only 12 place-settings of flatware.
This is, for me, a very major (in a really wierd way) problem.
"My place-settings should all match!" she wailed.

Yada yada yada.

:-)


I also got three black shirts from work.

Two tank tops (one with apliquees along the neckline, and one with nifty shoulder details -- both of them are 100% cotton! Yay! Cotton!) and one button-up shirt - it is also 100% cotton, and very light-weight. It comes with a (100% polyester :-P) camisol to wear underneath, but I think I'll wear it over something else that is cotton, instead.
Once again: Three cheers for the cotton! Hurrah! Yahoo! Woopee! :-D



In other news: I'm thinking of taking the heavy trim off my dancing veil, because the weight is making it really hard to get the thing to float properly. I can't only keep it from wacking me in the head if I get going quite fast. Which doesn't look all that pretty, alas.
So the trim may go away. (It seems to have been added post-hemming, which will make things significantly easier. :-)



In further other news: I have submitted this story to Ultimate Lesbian Erotica 2008. It might or might not get picked, but we shall see. :-) (See? That bit was interesting, wasn't it?) :-)


In still further other news: I will be going down to New Brunswick (Fredrickton) to see my brother graduate and get his degree. Yay for him! :-) So I'll be away for a big chunk of next week. (How ever will I survive without you all? <*wipes away a shining tear*>) I get to hang out with my sibling. :-) So that should be fun. :-) (I also get to unload some unwanted dishes onto my brother. Hurrah! Don't I wish I could unload, say, a huge wooden bed on him, too... But, alas, for that is not to be.).
Oh, well. :-)


Anywhoo, I think that's about it for now. :-)


- TTFN,
- Amazon. :-)
Well, what an eventful day this has been.

I'm currently watching the wind play merry hell with the giant spruce tree across the street. I'm surprised the thing isn't dropping cones like small, paper bombs, given how the wind's tearing at it.
I wonder if there is something wrong with my roof. Again. Because it sounds like the wind is getting inside of it. Hm. :-\


Anyway...

Today I got sexually harrassed at work.
Loser. :-P

This jerk decided that (I can only assume) he thought I'd be flattered if he asked me how much I cost, and suggested that I should take my clothes off.
Where he got that idea, I have no clue what so ever.
Anyway.
I told that I most certainly would not, and that (upon being asked why... ???) it was my perogative not to do so.
Anyway.
Eventually he left.
The bosses are letting Rob-the-Security-Guard know what he looks like, etc. etc.

What I find interesting about this is my own reaction.
I didn't panic or freeze or anything.
He didn't scare me.

Now, granted, he was old and leaning heavily on a cane, which might have something to do with it.
None the less, I never felt like the situation was out of my control. I told him off (if rather politely, and it probably went right over his idiot head), and he never got inside my space (which I think is about a meter in all dirrections).

I am, in point of fact, surprised that I'm not angrier than I am about this complete denial of my humanity.
Huh.
I wonder why that is.


Anyway. That was my 'adventure' this afternoon.


I think I may be coming down with something. I've got a tickle (or whatever) in my throat that's been getting steadily worse all day.
There will be turkey for dinner. And then tea and ban lan gen tablets, and possibly some Eucalyptus oil to breath heavily into my lungs.


In other news: I am now considering moving the furniture around in the bedroom.
Hm.
See, I figure if the low chest of drawers in where the high-boy and the tall chest of drawers are now, then I can move my stuff into the low drawers, and use the chest/counter top to house bouth of our electric fans and (maybe) the waste-baskets and such-like.
My Fella, in turn, can use the high-boy (which has cupboards) as his 'open-shelving' for his clean clothes (which currently never see the inside of a drawer). (The clothes he wears less often can live in the three drawers, and the dirty clothes can - I can hope - end up in the hamper).
His CD rack can go next to the high-boy (and will still have some space for another CD-tree, or something, too -- which he could definintely use).

Doing all of this will, I *hope*, give me the chance to get rid of (A) the doorless 'cupboard' that used to house my parents' stereo system but now houses the garbage cans + a small heap of clothes that need repairing, as well as (B) the tall chest of drawers.

Which, in turn, will mean I have a lot more space -- e.g.: I will be able to get *into* the other half of my closet (and, possibly, eventually install some bifold doors - oh rapturous dream - on said closet, thus making its interior even more accessable to me).

I think this is a really good (although somewhat time-consuming and inconvenient) thing to do. :-)



In further other news: I just planted my daffodils. :-) By golly, it's windy out there. I think there will be a thunderstorm tonight, but I could be wrong. :-)


And, lastly: Because it is Shakespeare's birthday (and because I finally found out what the whole "Pixel-Stained Technopeasant Wretch" thing is about), I give you a vignet:

Goats and Grain at Sunset.


- Cheerio,
- Amazon. :-)
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