Random Ramblings CCCXVI · 4:00am Sep 14th, 2018
IN WHICH I CONTINUE TO WORK, SLOWLY
There's doing something, then there's doing it with care. Also, there's Band-Maid. Enjoy.
I have respect for any girls willing to enter the "man's world" of hard rock instrumentals. Anywho, update follows.
First update, and most important, which I -- like a dumbass -- forgot to mention in the original draft of this post, is that I have updated THE GUIDE to accommodate the Sunset×Rarity stories I've been writing lately, shunting them into a timeline of their own canonicity. Now I really have created a monster not unlike Legend of Zelda's. At least the shipfic timeline only has three stories.
In fact it's worse than LoZ's because, like I said before, the Burrito stories form a "perpendicular universe" canon to everything. It eschews timelines and simply exists as it is, referencing all things with little to no regard for your sanity or mine. I can't even draw it correctly on the flowchart I made because different Burritoverse stories connect with different parts of each timeline yet mostly stand alone.
That said, I was happy when, in one story, readers expressed support and hope for Sonata in her new job at the Burrito Barn. I wish I was capable of writing more fun vignettes of Sonata working at the Barn. Alas, I have enough on my plate. If YOU want to write about Sonata's misadventures working in the Burrito Barn, I won't stop you. I'm willing to bet at least a few of my readers can write my universe better than I can. Seriously, I suck at this. But I still try. Is that the definition of insanity?
Lately, I've been working on my latest Rarity-centered story. I use the word "story" loosely due to its experimentality. By word count, I've finished. It's gone beyond a thousand words. All I need to do is edit it to a round number. I'm laying here in my bed with my rhyming dictionary, thesaurus, and Big Book O' Shakespeare for reference. I cannot hope to ever wax lyrical on the level of The Bard, but I can admit it and be cheeky about it.
If any English teachers read my work, they'd probably give me an F for "Fucking Lack of Ability to Language", but I hope y'all my readers will enjoy this little experiment once it's ready.
Like I've said before, doing new stuff is a lot more fun than trying to fix a three year old story and make it fit for publication. That said, I've nearly completed sprucing up the first chapter (the part from 2015; everything else is from this year). Once I've finished adding stuff, I intend to request a second pair of eyes. This fic is too long and substantial for me to leave it just to myself.
On the home front, I did in fact lose a couple of followers over my less-than-patriotic 9/11 post. That's entirely my fault, as I left out details from later in the day that depict me in a much less awful light. Still, every detail I gave in the original post and my followup comment is the truth. Therefore I cannot and will not take back a single word of it. (my slams against Tea Party types are mere opinion on my part, but y'all should be used to that from me by now). I could have named names, the people I was with on the day, but why would I do that if I refuse to name myself publicly?
I wish I could say I'm like that Australian Sci-Fi writer of whom there are ZERO photos on the internet. But alas. There are photos of me online, but very few. I prefer to be the photographer. I've been extremely tempted to have a photo taken of myself for use on the internets that would consist only of my right eye just to screw with people.
I have no known friends in the Carolinas, but as Florence bears down, I wish safety to everyone who chose to (or had to) stay behind. Last year, a friend of mine in Houston watched as the ground floor of her townhouse ended up at least three feet underwater. I spent my birthday last year in touch with a dear friend from my first college who lives down in southwest Florida which just so happened to get smacked by a hurricane that day -- she wasn't in her town's evacuation zone and the damage wasn't too bad in her area.
My home is on a hill, set high above the street. If I ever have to deal with flooding (that isn't due to a plumbing issue), then I should be more concerned for at least half my city because they'd all be literally underwater.
I worry more about straight-line winds, hail, and the possibility of the giant oak tree behind my home falling on it. Yes I have insurance.
The 24-hour gym down the street from my home will be closed for just over a day starting in about an hour because, according to the guy who works there with whom I get along, the building wasn't sealed properly so there's water damage on the southwest side. They're taking Friday to fix that and replace the wallpaper.
That being the case, if it's not too hot, I may take a walk at the park instead.
One of the things I miss about having my ex around is that I have no one local willing to stroll through cemeteries with me anymore, and it's no fun going alone. Making up stories amidst the graves.
I'm debating what I want done with my body when I'm gone. I'm already proudly an organ donor (I really think that should be opt-out rather than the current opt-in, but people are superstitious and squeamish and anthropomorphize). So… donate body to science, cremate, be stuffed, or all of the above.
Anyway, that's all for tonight.
Peace out!
So donate, cremate, or sate? In that order?
Glad you don't have to worry about the hurricane that much. :) Sorry I haven't been very active.