stillsostrange: (Brigitte)
(Not actually an exercise post.)

I am not dead, despite my poor showing on LiveJournal. 2013 has been a hell of year so far, emotionally. January (and December before it) were fraught, February and March were delightful--so much so, in fact, that they nearly culminated with my passing out from exhaustion at SXSW, as previously recounted. April decided to live up to Eliot after all, and became an emotional roller coaster that left me in a ditch. Lacking any forgetful snow, I can only hope that summer surprises me.

On the upside, I've spent the past three months seeing more concerts than I had previously imagined possible. My brain may have swollen under the constant application of new music--SXSW, Convergence, Austin Psych Fest, and a host of other shows. Last week was Peter Murphy (doing an all Bauhaus set). Tomorrow is The Joy Formidable and Io Echo. I've danced more than ever, and I already dance more than nearly anyone I know.

On Thursday morning I leave for Portland, and the H.P. Lovecraft Film Fest & CthulhuCon, where I will be reading, participating in a panel, and melting into a gibbering puddle of glee at the director's cut of Nightbreed. If you happen to sit next to me in the theatre, I apologize in advance for deliquescing on your shoes.

When I get back from Portland I'm going to lock myself in alternately my room and my favorite coffee shop and write a damned book.
stillsostrange: (Brigitte)
My dancing stamina remains undiminished, but going out two nights in a row with a full day of work in between can take it out of a girl sometimes. So today I slept till noon and have accomplished very little beyond procuring coffee. GYTO is going to suffer this week, as the rest of today will be spent doing homework, tomorrow will be lost to tiling my kitchen, and on Wednesday I have a date with my tattooist and Octavia the mermaid. Which means I will need extra words on Thursday and Friday.

26. Who has done something today to show they care about you?

My husband. I don't think the dog peed in the entryway because he cares.

27. Do you have a lot to learn?

Until I am dead. And while I'm not invested in any belief about an afterlife or lack thereof, it would be pretty great if I could continue to learn after I die. Especially if it were like auditing classes.

28. If you could learn how to do three things just by wishing and not by working what would they be?

Keeping my house clean. Keeping my house clean. Keeping my house clean organized.

29. Which do you remember the longest: what other people say, what other people do, or how other people make you feel?

These things are in no way separate.

30. What are the key ingredients to having a good relationship?

I assume this means romantic relationships, but since it doesn't specify, neither will I. I'm personally fond of respect, affection, and wanting to do things with them--whether it's watching TV, running from zombies, dancing, raising children, or reading drafts of their novels.
stillsostrange: (Dark City)
14. How do you handle a rainy day?

With much delight. At least until I have to mop up after the dogs.

15. Which is worse...losing your luggage or having to sort out tangled holiday lights?

Has the author of these questions ever lost their luggage, I wonder? Or do they just have a morbid fear of tangled cords?

16. How is your relationship with your parents?

Much better now that we're all adults.

17. Do you tend to be aware of what is going on around you?

I am not the least perceptive mammal I know, but let's just say I didn't have a lot of spare points to sink into Perception the last time I leveled.

18. What is the truest thing that you know?

That truth is subjective, and survey questions are often silly.

19. What did you want to be when you grew up?

An astronaut, a writer, a steeplechase jockey, an artist. Hey, one out of four isn't bad!

A thousand coffee shop words today. My tits are secure. Of course, all it took was a week of flinging myself against Isyllt IV* for The Poison Court to start talking to me. Savedra's costar even gave me a song for the soundtrack. I would like a third POV to round things out, but I'm not sure who yet. Varis might steal every scene he's in, but he hasn't started talking directly to me yet.

For my next trick, I will wander next door to the vintage shop and try to find a sufficiently festive Mardi Gras skirt on the budget of an extremely broke writer.

* It will not star Dolph Lundgren, but I might be able to work in Carl Weathers.
stillsostrange: (Baroness)
Valkyrie report:
Thursday - 1 hour gym, mostly bodyweight exercises.
Friday - 4 hours dayjob, a lot of housecleaning, dancing.
Saturday - Run/walking, 4.3 miles.
Sunday - Dancing, ~3 hours. The set start out a little iffy, but ended strong.
Monday - Rest day.
Tuesday - 1 hour gym, weights.
Wednesday - Running, 3.3 miles in 41:20. ETA: And 3 miles on the elliptical. I was grouchy and over-caloried and went to the gym.

76 miles out of Hobbiton.

My deadlifts and bench presses increased enough 5 pounds each. Baby steps, baby steps.

But even better than running 5k today, there were words. 1100 of them, in fact, while camped out at my favorite coffee shop. I am instituting Operation: Get Your Tits On And Write This Fucking Book Already. (GYTO for short.) I will work on this book for six weeks and not listen to any of that wibbley indecisive nonsense happening in my brain. At six weeks we pause to evaluate the quality of the book, but not before then.


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