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(which *cough* stunningly inane bit of doggerel has been floating about in my head for a day or two, but I have managed to resist singing it where my child might overhear and demand that I sing it over and over and over again. As she would. I likewise managed to avoid incessant demands for figgy pudding.)

So, 38. We've got another round of minor sick going around, so I've been more than usually spacey and staring at walls today. Tried to go see Moana, but I had underestimated the mad theater crowds on a post-Christmas Christmas holiday Monday, so I guess I'll go see it with my mother on Friday instead. Which is ok too. Instead I came home and did some more pruning of my winter garden so that all the paths in the backyard are passable and maybe the squirrels won't be able to get to the screen on the dining room window so they can climb up it towards the bird feeders, leaving little scuffs and holes with their claws.

Then we went out for Thai food followed by ice skating. Her Megatheriosity had a grand time sliding about on double-bladed training skates clinging to a stack of buckets, a parent or two, or occasionally the wall. She flips between trying to walk and not trying to balance at all with other people dragging her, but so far so good. Neither grauwulf nor I had been skating in almost 20 years, but we managed to keep our feet and have a good time also. If we do this many more times, tho, I need to look for a pair of used figure skates that aren't built like ski boots & rub holes in my ankle.

Goals for the new year of me... I am backing off of writing for a while because my writer brain is kind of buried underneath a giant pile of introvert/life-stress. (my child went to preschool and then stopped napping. Followed by stopping using the toilet. So my time to be a solitary grownup has noticeably decreased.) But I want to do more projects-- both craft things & naturalist things. Maybe add the naturalist section to my website that was part of the plan when I launched it before the Megatherium was born. Continue donating to causes that make the world a better place. Probably continue pestering politicians (tho my congresspeople are about as with me already as it gets so far) in the hopes that it'll help, or at least get easier to do. Continue trying to balance self-care and productivity and parenting without falling off any of them. Teach the cat to use his new puzzle feeders. Reteach my child to use the toilet always. Eventually relocate my writing brain. Do fun things, do important things, do good things, drink tea, get sleep. We're also considering acquiring some property somewhere a little higher up and farther inland in case the ocean comes for Baltimore sooner than presently anticipated. Live.

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(which *cough* stunningly inane bit of doggerel has been floating about in my head for a day or two, but I have managed to resist singing it where my child might overhear and demand that I sing it over and over and over again. As she would. I likewise managed to avoid incessant demands for figgy pudding.)

So, 38. We've got another round of minor sick going around, so I've been more than usually spacey and staring at walls today. Tried to go see Moana, but I had underestimated the mad theater crowds on a post-Christmas Christmas holiday Monday, so I guess I'll go see it with my mother on Friday instead. Which is ok too. Instead I came home and did some more pruning of my winter garden so that all the paths in the backyard are passable and maybe the squirrels won't be able to get to the screen on the dining room window so they can climb up it towards the bird feeders, leaving little scuffs and holes with their claws.

Then we went out for Thai food followed by ice skating. Her Megatheriosity had a grand time sliding about on double-bladed training skates clinging to a stack of buckets, a parent or two, or occasionally the wall. She flips between trying to walk and not trying to balance at all with other people dragging her, but so far so good. Neither grauwulf nor I had been skating in almost 20 years, but we managed to keep our feet and have a good time also. If we do this many more times, tho, I need to look for a pair of used figure skates that aren't built like ski boots & rub holes in my ankle.

Goals for the new year of me... I am backing off of writing for a while because my writer brain is kind of buried underneath a giant pile of introvert/life-stress. (my child went to preschool and then stopped napping. Followed by stopping using the toilet. So my time to be a solitary grownup has noticeably decreased.) But I want to do more projects-- both craft things & naturalist things. Maybe add the naturalist section to my website that was part of the plan when I launched it before the Megatherium was born. Continue donating to causes that make the world a better place. Probably continue pestering politicians (tho my congresspeople are about as with me already as it gets so far) in the hopes that it'll help, or at least get easier to do. Continue trying to balance self-care and productivity and parenting without falling off any of them. Teach the cat to use his new puzzle feeders. Reteach my child to use the toilet always. Eventually relocate my writing brain. Do fun things, do important things, do good things, drink tea, get sleep. We're also considering acquiring some property somewhere a little higher up and farther inland in case the ocean comes for Baltimore sooner than presently anticipated. Live.
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I have a vague recollection I posted something about new year goals being to clean the toilets more often last year? Which I've done; having a toddler who doesn't *always* follow one into the bathroom helps there. (Independent play is a marvelous thing! Now she needs more friends...)

Slightly more ambitious goals for this year. depression, things to do about it )

So, goals!
*Exercise more consistently. I'm not sure what this looks like yet, but have some ideas to try.

*Post here, ideally at least once a week or so? I miss journaling.

*Write at least 3 sentences of fiction, at least any day I don't journal. This may go up if I get back into the swing of things, but this was working pretty well at the beginning of December, so we start back there.

*Have friends. (Correspond, get together with people, possibly find a knitting group or something?? I mean, not that I ever knit. Maybe quilters...? Anyway, I want to have craft days! And tea parties! And go to cons with writer-friends! There has got to be some way to make a little of this happen, even if it's only a few times a year. Sitting here wanting is not it.)

*Enjoy parenting more. We tried co-playing Boom Blocks a couple weeks back, which would have worked better if the Megatherium's hands had been big enough to hold the wiimote & press buttons at the same time, but then I coaxed her outside for a walk the next day by saying we could wander around the neighborhood scouting for things that, were we playing Boom Blocks, we could knock over with the bowling ball. (She wanted to throw pretend bombs at people's houses, but that seemed like a bad idea.) So, this kind of thing: co-operative world exploration & inventing silly games. (also, if anyone has suggestions for toddler-friendly wii games-- I made her a wii fit profile, & lied about her age to get her on, since you can't play if you're under 3, and she liked the balance board, but so far the ordinary controller is just not quite there yet. Maybe something where she can steer with the nunchuck while I point & click at things?)

*Accomplish at least one ridiculously overdue task a week. (Perhaps starting with passports for me & the Megatherium; also wills, though I admit I still have no one even to ask about literary executorship, so I'll theoretically have to do that again later. But making sure that if horrible things happen to grauwulf & me the Megatherium goes to her "and Grandma is my third parent!" rather than the side of the family that doesn't believe in education is something we should have done years ago.) Things of a less bureaucratic and monumental nature are also fair game.

Xposty from dreamwidth.
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I have a vague recollection I posted something about new year goals being to clean the toilets more often last year? Which I've done; having a toddler who doesn't *always* follow one into the bathroom helps there. (Independent play is a marvelous thing! Now she needs more friends...)

Slightly more ambitious goals for this year. depression, things to do about it )

So, goals!
*Exercise more consistently. I'm not sure what this looks like yet, but have some ideas to try.

*Post here, ideally at least once a week or so? I miss journaling.

*Write at least 3 sentences of fiction, at least any day I don't journal. This may go up if I get back into the swing of things, but this was working pretty well at the beginning of December, so we start back there.

*Have friends. (Correspond, get together with people, possibly find a knitting group or something?? I mean, not that I ever knit. Maybe quilters...? Anyway, I want to have craft days! And tea parties! And go to cons with writer-friends! There has got to be some way to make a little of this happen, even if it's only a few times a year. Sitting here wanting is not it.)

*Enjoy parenting more. We tried co-playing Boom Blocks a couple weeks back, which would have worked better if the Megatherium's hands had been big enough to hold the wiimote & press buttons at the same time, but then I coaxed her outside for a walk the next day by saying we could wander around the neighborhood scouting for things that, were we playing Boom Blocks, we could knock over with the bowling ball. (She wanted to throw pretend bombs at people's houses, but that seemed like a bad idea.) So, this kind of thing: co-operative world exploration & inventing silly games. (also, if anyone has suggestions for toddler-friendly wii games-- I made her a wii fit profile, & lied about her age to get her on, since you can't play if you're under 3, and she liked the balance board, but so far the ordinary controller is just not quite there yet. Maybe something where she can steer with the nunchuck while I point & click at things?)

*Accomplish at least one ridiculously overdue task a week. (Perhaps starting with passports for me & the Megatherium; also wills, though I admit I still have no one even to ask about literary executorship, so I'll theoretically have to do that again later. But making sure that if horrible things happen to grauwulf & me the Megatherium goes to her "and Grandma is my third parent!" rather than the side of the family that doesn't believe in education is something we should have done years ago.) Things of a less bureaucratic and monumental nature are also fair game.
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The calendar tells me that I've been breathing on my own for thirty-six years, and I have retreated with the laptop, my tea, and a couple of mint-chocolate-chip cookies cadged out of the giant cookie sampler bag my mother got from her neighbors' christmas eve party. There continues a great humming and tapping of little toddler feet from downstairs.

Things I'd like to do this year include:

-write something. The present plan is to designate Wednesdays as "No, I will just disappear after dinnertime and NOT TALK TO ANYBODY." This may help.

(I also wanted to do a ceramics class again, and there's one for the spring that's not on Mondays (grauwulf's grad-school class day) only it turns out that it's on Thursdays, and he's now going to be teaching a class that day. So, yeah, maybe for summer. Also, while playing with clay is relaxing, the other classmates aren't always, so there's that.)

-a couple cons, by way of keeping a tiny bit in the writer community. Probably Balticon, Capclave, and maybe World Fantasy again, since Syracuse next November sounds almost doable. That's on my list of things to look into today. (Incidentally, Balticon is mutually exclusive with my 15-year college reunion, which could theoretically be fun, but I'm more interested in seeing what Jo Walton's influence & Wiscon's mistakes do for Balticon's writing panels.)

-Work out something in the way of better organizational tools, possibly via smartphone. (that's another post) The HabitRPG thing is still working for some stuff-- the catbox gets regularly cleaned; I've been remembering to floss my teeth-- but it has started *feeling* less new and useful. And I want to organize better motivation for managing dinners. (I've never been good at consistent dinner plans, but having a toddler who is extra wiggly-fuss around the time I want to start cooking, and who is wildly uninterested in eating most real adult food anyway, makes this harder.)

-And then there's a whole cluster of things with being overstressed and cranky and in need of alternative childcare options and some other things that I need to find ways to make less awful. Also possibly a little time to read books that are intended for people over the age of 8, because I've gotten to a point where I stare at book sales & things I ought to want to read and say, "But, I don't read anymore," which is entirely not true. I just read and re-read picture books semi-constantly, and it is not the same thing.

Anyway, I *think* the bathrooms are cleaner than they were last year.

Xposty from dreamwidth.
thanate: (whirlpool)
The calendar tells me that I've been breathing on my own for thirty-six years, and I have retreated with the laptop, my tea, and a couple of mint-chocolate-chip cookies cadged out of the giant cookie sampler bag my mother got from her neighbors' christmas eve party. There continues a great humming and tapping of little toddler feet from downstairs.

Things I'd like to do this year include:

-write something. The present plan is to designate Wednesdays as "No, I will just disappear after dinnertime and NOT TALK TO ANYBODY." This may help.

(I also wanted to do a ceramics class again, and there's one for the spring that's not on Mondays (grauwulf's grad-school class day) only it turns out that it's on Thursdays, and he's now going to be teaching a class that day. So, yeah, maybe for summer. Also, while playing with clay is relaxing, the other classmates aren't always, so there's that.)

-a couple cons, by way of keeping a tiny bit in the writer community. Probably Balticon, Capclave, and maybe World Fantasy again, since Syracuse next November sounds almost doable. That's on my list of things to look into today. (Incidentally, Balticon is mutually exclusive with my 15-year college reunion, which could theoretically be fun, but I'm more interested in seeing what Jo Walton's influence & Wiscon's mistakes do for Balticon's writing panels.)

-Work out something in the way of better organizational tools, possibly via smartphone. (that's another post) The HabitRPG thing is still working for some stuff-- the catbox gets regularly cleaned; I've been remembering to floss my teeth-- but it has started *feeling* less new and useful. And I want to organize better motivation for managing dinners. (I've never been good at consistent dinner plans, but having a toddler who is extra wiggly-fuss around the time I want to start cooking, and who is wildly uninterested in eating most real adult food anyway, makes this harder.)

-And then there's a whole cluster of things with being overstressed and cranky and in need of alternative childcare options and some other things that I need to find ways to make less awful. Also possibly a little time to read books that are intended for people over the age of 8, because I've gotten to a point where I stare at book sales & things I ought to want to read and say, "But, I don't read anymore," which is entirely not true. I just read and re-read picture books semi-constantly, and it is not the same thing.

Anyway, I *think* the bathrooms are cleaner than they were last year.
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I am now old enough to run for president, though fortunately I'm not required to do so. (speaking of things I don't want to do with my life...)

My resolution for the next year is to clean the bathrooms more often. (No, really.) Though it's astonishing how much time an 8 o'clock bedtime and regular naptimes produces, so there's even the chance that I'll get back to writing someday. It's a nice theory.

We had exciting Christmas with 10-month-old, and are working out what we want for family traditions now that "go visit my parents for dinner" isn't what it used to be. We're thinking I shall cook breakfast & grauwulf shall make exciting feast-like dinner with roasting and stuffing things, and thus I continue to escape being responsible for Dealing With raw bird. (This is not the only reason.) The down side to baby gifting celebrations is that she's at that age where you need one or two good new toys, and then it feels unkind to pry her away from the thing you just gave her to make her open another present. And there is some... familial dissension regarding what makes a "good" gift for a kid, which led to the questionable moral choices between exchanging gifts for things we approve, or donating things we don't approve of to those who maybe can't afford to be so picky. (We went with the former, and then donated something we did approve of, but then there's the question about what do you say on the phone to the person who wants to know if the kid loved their [[seriously creepy singing battery-operated toy]].) Just adds a little bit of squick to the holiday season all round. And then the xylophone piano thing we picked out completely mystifies us by having mi and fa both sound mi, despite clear different paint jobs and apparent size discrepancies. All three adults present remain baffled by this one, but we entertained ourselves by building towers with the Megatherium's blocks & stacking toys as she wandered around and knocked them over and chewed on the yak column.

(B. elemenosqueeze! Weird animal blocks that look like they came out of a ruined temple in an Ursula Vernon comic... We have a thrift store assortment so far, bought last-minute after I minorly obsessed over the mouse column for a month & then went back & found them still there, but I ordered a new set as well.)

There were a host of other things I was going to talk about, but darned if I can remember what they were. Also, most of my large stack of library books are due tomorrow, so maybe I should go see if there are any I can finish before then. Or play the silly computer game my brother got/loaned me (ok, he got me all 3 Skylanders games, and how in the world he thinks someone raising an active 10-month-old is going to get around to playing all of them I don't know. The Megatherium quite reasonably hates it when I start concentrating on a video game when she's awake. But we have this undead lady who throws exploding skulls encased in purple light, and I can throw them at the creepy egotystical character, so what's not to love?)
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My parents were up here for dinner last night, and brought two *more* boxes of picture books, most of which belong to my brother. I'm fairly sure that I now have more picture books in the house than anyone I know, *probably* including my mother. Sometime in the near future, I shall have to go through all of them and exile the ones I can't stand the thought of reading more than once, although I think that is probably a task that can be done a few books at a time with an infant around if I don't get to it before then.

more pre-baby stuff )

I seem to be mentally signing up for modified versions of things which I then completely fail to mention to anyone else. First was the Sew Fortnightly challenge, which I find somewhat inspiring despite not entirely following any of the rules; my bonus project was finishing knitting the Laminaria that got stalled out when I ran out of yarn a row and a half before the end... but I haven't blocked it yet because things. I completely fail to have anything from XX13 among the patterns I want to make, but I finished up the modernized version of the Lewis & Clark era dress I started a while ago, in which I can now match (or is that clash with?) my horrible tacky teapot. With hook-front closures suitable for nursing in. And as for UFOs, I've finished or repaired about six or eight things off the mending pile, several of which I'm actually even keeping instead of sending to the thrift store. More shall follow presently.

Second is Mary Robbinette Kowal's Month of Letters challenge, which I hope to adapt to the thing I was planning on doing anyway of pre-addressing envelopes and having a baby announcement/year-in-review letter ready to print up when we have specifics. I trust I'll be able to handle a couple sentences a day of personalization to add after the fact as I send things out... If you want to be part of this and I don't have your current address, feel free to e-mail or message it to me. (Unless I have no idea who you are, in which case I may not add you to the list.)

...and then there's the bit where I'm mad enough to try to sign up for the Coastal Plain regional add-on to my Master Naturalist cert. Which may or may not crash and burn as a plan, since the first training day they want me at is the day before the baby is due. If she holds off long enough for me to go to that, everything else isn't until April, which (barring surgeries and unfortunate complications) we should theoretically be able to manage somehow. We'll see. (Yes, you are welcome to laugh at my optimism now.)

Xposty from dreamwidth.
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My parents were up here for dinner last night, and brought two *more* boxes of picture books, most of which belong to my brother. I'm fairly sure that I now have more picture books in the house than anyone I know, *probably* including my mother. Sometime in the near future, I shall have to go through all of them and exile the ones I can't stand the thought of reading more than once, although I think that is probably a task that can be done a few books at a time with an infant around if I don't get to it before then.

more pre-baby stuff )

I seem to be mentally signing up for modified versions of things which I then completely fail to mention to anyone else. First was the Sew Fortnightly challenge, which I find somewhat inspiring despite not entirely following any of the rules; my bonus project was finishing knitting the Laminaria that got stalled out when I ran out of yarn a row and a half before the end... but I haven't blocked it yet because things. I completely fail to have anything from XX13 among the patterns I want to make, but I finished up the modernized version of the Lewis & Clark era dress I started a while ago, in which I can now match (or is that clash with?) my horrible tacky teapot. With hook-front closures suitable for nursing in. And as for UFOs, I've finished or repaired about six or eight things off the mending pile, several of which I'm actually even keeping instead of sending to the thrift store. More shall follow presently.

Second is Mary Robbinette Kowal's Month of Letters challenge, which I hope to adapt to the thing I was planning on doing anyway of pre-addressing envelopes and having a baby announcement/year-in-review letter ready to print up when we have specifics. I trust I'll be able to handle a couple sentences a day of personalization to add after the fact as I send things out... If you want to be part of this and I don't have your current address, feel free to e-mail or message it to me. (Unless I have no idea who you are, in which case I may not add you to the list.)

...and then there's the bit where I'm mad enough to try to sign up for the Coastal Plain regional add-on to my Master Naturalist cert. Which may or may not crash and burn as a plan, since the first training day they want me at is the day before the baby is due. If she holds off long enough for me to go to that, everything else isn't until April, which (barring surgeries and unfortunate complications) we should theoretically be able to manage somehow. We'll see. (Yes, you are welcome to laugh at my optimism now.)
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I went down to return some books to my father last week, and came back with my twin sized foam mattress to make daybed seating on the short side of the loft and a native rescue azalea. While there, I asked if my parents were aware that RA MacAvoy had a new book out, to which my father asked if I was aware that his brother had dated RA MacAvoy in high school. (and here I was still vaguely proud of myself for recognizing her as the Bertie MacAvoy mentioned in passing in Making Book)

The old bedroom is now set up as an interim library, and I've spent large amounts of the last few days running up and down stairs transporting large stacks of books. I may have slightly underestimated the amount of hardback fiction we owned, but it does (just barely) all fit on the giant shelf with the Pratchett double-stacked in its own cubby and my picture books filling the bottom row. (Yes, I have six linear feet of picture books... my mother used to be a children's librarian.) Grauwulf came up last night and found me sitting in the middle of the floor, momentarily distracted by The Nargun and the Stars, and said that this was me in my natural habitat: surrounded by books.

Also, I have now got two versions of Chapter 1, one of which includes a Jessamine who (pretends to think/) thinks she's a princess in disguise, and the other an Alisoun who's full of wild plans for how she's going to marry the prince. I'm considering renaming the dead princess (who, um... becomes important to book five, sigh) in the Alisoun version from Joellein to Jessamine, because I can. Evaluation to follow on which one of these chapters I'm actually keeping. Stupid beginnings.

On the subject of revisions, or was that goals... I've always wanted to do something terribly exciting for leap day, and never come up with anything good, so that is the day I'm going to send out a query so my top-choice agent can tell me she's not interested in this. (At some point I should also do some research into finding other agents I want to query...)

Xposty from dreamwidth.
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I went down to return some books to my father last week, and came back with my twin sized foam mattress to make daybed seating on the short side of the loft and a native rescue azalea. While there, I asked if my parents were aware that RA MacAvoy had a new book out, to which my father asked if I was aware that his brother had dated RA MacAvoy in high school. (and here I was still vaguely proud of myself for recognizing her as the Bertie MacAvoy mentioned in passing in Making Book)

The old bedroom is now set up as an interim library, and I've spent large amounts of the last few days running up and down stairs transporting large stacks of books. I may have slightly underestimated the amount of hardback fiction we owned, but it does (just barely) all fit on the giant shelf with the Pratchett double-stacked in its own cubby and my picture books filling the bottom row. (Yes, I have six linear feet of picture books... my mother used to be a children's librarian.) Grauwulf came up last night and found me sitting in the middle of the floor, momentarily distracted by The Nargun and the Stars, and said that this was me in my natural habitat: surrounded by books.

Also, I have now got two versions of Chapter 1, one of which includes a Jessamine who (pretends to think/) thinks she's a princess in disguise, and the other an Alisoun who's full of wild plans for how she's going to marry the prince. I'm considering renaming the dead princess (who, um... becomes important to book five, sigh) in the Alisoun version from Joellein to Jessamine, because I can. Evaluation to follow on which one of these chapters I'm actually keeping. Stupid beginnings.

On the subject of revisions, or was that goals... I've always wanted to do something terribly exciting for leap day, and never come up with anything good, so that is the day I'm going to send out a query so my top-choice agent can tell me she's not interested in this. (At some point I should also do some research into finding other agents I want to query...)
thanate: (whirlpool)
My unfocused thoughts regarding birthdays, my personal numerology, and the arbitrariness of new year's resolutions refuse to coalesce in a useful order in my brain, so perhaps I shall just go on to goals for the next year. (This year, I have decided to count the new year by my own personal calendar, rather than the conventional one-- it's less than a week off, anyway.)

If I am going to go about calling myself a writer, I had best start with writing. So, I have one mostly-complete novel (in beta, kind of!) and three sequels in very messy 2/3 sketched rough drafts. By the end of this year, (or November, or advent of [[potential semi-planned huge life change]], as applicable,) I want to have book one in submittable shape and in search of a home, and the trilogy in at least solid rough draft form. Also, I should continue writing & submitting short stories, because, why not, really? What I end up doing for NaNo (or if, depending on factors outside my direct control) will depend on the outcomes of the above, but I do plan to keep using that as a tool as long as it continues to be helpful to me.

I also need to get back on that website redesign (er, since currently thanate.com is sitting there with a note promising to be back up in a week or three, dated July...) I know more or less what I want to do with in, but this involves drawing things, and I haven't done it yet.

My 50 crafts for the year list is up to 55 completed, and I haven't actually written down quite everything I've finished, so I guess I'll photograph that soon, and then wipe it & relist the things I haven't done but still intend to complete. I'm not sure how much it's a productivity tool and how much it's just a tool for remembering that I have been productive, but either way, worth continuing. In a similar vein, I'm planning to put up the calendar that the NWF sent me (which has some very cool pictures in it) in my writing loft once we escape carpet limbo and can move into that space. Not quite sure what I'll do with it, but I'll come up with something-- computer-based trackers are all very well, but I like pens and paper, too.

I want to keep on tracking money spent on gasoline vs money spent on native plants & other pollution-saving efforts (I don't have year-end totals yet, as I probably ought to fill up in the next week, but I will be finding a charity for the balance.) and as the idiots next door came back cut down all the trees along our property line (apparently banks hate trees-- who knew?) I have free reign to plant whatever the heck I want along that side of *our* property in the spring. I am trying to be excited, and not beyond furious about the waste. @grauwulf (um, he's on twitter far more than lj these days?) wants an ash, and I'm thinking a couple beechs, which will be happy under all the tree cover we've got, and take off to give us a little more shade if the main oak doesn't make it.

And in the particularly short term, I've got more paint rollers, and about three more walls, plus the closet ceiling still to paint. With luck, even if we don't manage to have carpet and moving going on (as the carpet people were all ready to get it in this week-- and then it turned out that we have to wait for the carpet to be *made* first, since it wasn't in stock at the warehouse), we will have the space at least semi-aired out and ready to put down an air mattress for garden_goth when she comes to visit the week after next.

Xposty from dreamwidth, but yes, I'm still here.
thanate: (whirlpool)
My unfocused thoughts regarding birthdays, my personal numerology, and the arbitrariness of new year's resolutions refuse to coalesce in a useful order in my brain, so perhaps I shall just go on to goals for the next year. (This year, I have decided to count the new year by my own personal calendar, rather than the conventional one-- it's less than a week off, anyway.)

If I am going to go about calling myself a writer, I had best start with writing. So, I have one mostly-complete novel (in beta, kind of!) and three sequels in very messy 2/3 sketched rough drafts. By the end of this year, (or November, or advent of [[potential semi-planned huge life change]], as applicable,) I want to have book one in submittable shape and in search of a home, and the trilogy in at least solid rough draft form. Also, I should continue writing & submitting short stories, because, why not, really? What I end up doing for NaNo (or if, depending on factors outside my direct control) will depend on the outcomes of the above, but I do plan to keep using that as a tool as long as it continues to be helpful to me.

I also need to get back on that website redesign (er, since currently thanate.com is sitting there with a note promising to be back up in a week or three, dated July...) I know more or less what I want to do with in, but this involves drawing things, and I haven't done it yet.

My 50 crafts for the year list is up to 55 completed, and I haven't actually written down quite everything I've finished, so I guess I'll photograph that soon, and then wipe it & relist the things I haven't done but still intend to complete. I'm not sure how much it's a productivity tool and how much it's just a tool for remembering that I have been productive, but either way, worth continuing. In a similar vein, I'm planning to put up the calendar that the NWF sent me (which has some very cool pictures in it) in my writing loft once we escape carpet limbo and can move into that space. Not quite sure what I'll do with it, but I'll come up with something-- computer-based trackers are all very well, but I like pens and paper, too.

I want to keep on tracking money spent on gasoline vs money spent on native plants & other pollution-saving efforts (I don't have year-end totals yet, as I probably ought to fill up in the next week, but I will be finding a charity for the balance.) and as the idiots next door came back cut down all the trees along our property line (apparently banks hate trees-- who knew?) I have free reign to plant whatever the heck I want along that side of *our* property in the spring. I am trying to be excited, and not beyond furious about the waste. @grauwulf (um, he's on twitter far more than lj these days?) wants an ash, and I'm thinking a couple beechs, which will be happy under all the tree cover we've got, and take off to give us a little more shade if the main oak doesn't make it.

And in the particularly short term, I've got more paint rollers, and about three more walls, plus the closet ceiling still to paint. With luck, even if we don't manage to have carpet and moving going on (as the carpet people were all ready to get it in this week-- and then it turned out that we have to wait for the carpet to be *made* first, since it wasn't in stock at the warehouse), we will have the space at least semi-aired out and ready to put down an air mattress for garden_goth when she comes to visit the week after next.
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I was making pancakes to use up the last of the gallon of sour milk this morning when [personal profile] grauwulf asked if I would go with him to see the Great Barrier Reef before it's gone. Apparently he's been reading that the carbon dioxide content of that part of the ocean is about to reach the point of no return, beyond which it's predicted that the entire reef ecosystem will die off in a matter of two or three years. And since that's on his life list of places he wants to go see, it's about time for me to get my passport renewed. (Well, past time, but that's another story.)

An hour or two later, I was making my way across the state to go to a craft fair and getting on the ICC at a shiny new entrance ramp where several years ago I dug holes in the middle of a small forest and watched my dig partner save a frog from being eaten by a snake next to our unit. (Admittedly, the whole place was chock full of invasives, but there was a bunch of good stuff in there too.) And I started to think that the reef thing was horrible, but not anything I can do the least bit about, and half-way through thinking that I reminded myself that I was in the process of burning half a tank of gasoline on frivolous things this weekend alone (Longwood Gardens yesterday, Gaithersburg today, two journeys of over an hour each way with only me in my little toyota on the highway.)

If I were the worst offender... the world would not be in a lot of trouble. But that is very different than not being part of the problem. There's a lot of people being the problem to go around at the moment, and I've been mostly avoiding it because I don't know what I can possibly do to change the minds of people whose general political attitude seems to be to stick their fingers in their ears and yell louder at the first breath of disagreement. And while I definitely think we need social services, of all the ridiculous and terrible problems in the world caused by people being ignorant or careless it's the ones that threaten the rest of our ecosystem that are most likely to make me want to come up swinging.

So. I don't use a lot of gasoline; usually I'll buy a tank a month, sometimes two, and generally most of my driving is to the aquarium or the grocery stores with the occasional craft store or trip to see my parents thrown in. That's less than twelve gallons to fill up even if I've driven a ways with the fuel light on, so it's not a major expenditure, and on the whole, most of my driving is pretty frivolous. If I were dedicated, I could take the light rail in to Baltimore (it takes at least twice as long & involves standing about in the weather) and get one of the bicycles working to go to the library and things. But I'm spoiled, and unlikely to do either of these things, or stop gadding about the world occasionally because I feel like going places. So instead I'm instituting a personal carbon offset policy.

For every dollar I spend on gasoline (and I write it all down in a little notebook in the car, with a bunch of other semi-useless statistics that would allow me to calculate mpg and various other things if I ever went back and looked at them) I will spend at least as much money on something that contributes to a general lessening of the harm done burning it. I'm starting with the native plant sales (and I've printed out the list of MD coastal plain approved natives that'll be happy in mid-to-dense shade, so I'm ready to find things to fill up the sides of the back yard.) After that, I guess it'll be time to look into what's actually a good investment in the way of alternate energy sources and saving the rainforest-- if anyone has suggestions, please do share!

Also, next week I *will* get up early enough on Sunday to make it to one of the Baltimore farmer's markets, since they're actually open already.

([personal profile] grauwulf says, "you're a hippy." He doesn't mean it in a bad way-- the next sentence was that he thought I was being very noble-- but neither of these are really related to any of what's in my head about this. Maybe it's just having Oberlin for context, but in my head actual hippies are more alternate lifestyle, possibly drugs, & the overreacting PETA-style crazies who are just as likely to stand around the building exits smoking in front of the "don't smoke in the air intake" signs or try to make people sign giant paper mache toxified caribou to "oppose" alaskan oil drilling as do anything actually useful. The dictionary on my computer covers druggie and sub-culture in a historic context. And I'm not any of those things; I just believe in not wasting things, and I like nature and want it to be able to go on being natural.)
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When you roll over on your back to contemplate being awake and all the other mammals in the house take this as an invitation to use you for a pillow, it becomes exponentially more difficult to get up in the morning.

Goals for today:

*write (at least) 3k
*go to aquarium training (we get to learn about fish acquisitions & saving the bay!)
*don't get sick

Tomorrow:

*write (at least) 3k
*go to a write-in
*make winter curtains for upstairs
*don't get sick

It would also at some point be useful if I did more laundry.
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(with emphasis on the "bur" this morning, although I am still at the point where a bit of cold is lovely, and I get to wear sweaters that I haven't seen all summer.)

I seem to have been fairly successful in keeping up with last month's goals. This month promises to be somewhat more complicated. I do wish to continue posting stuff on etsy, but I think I'll be dropping back to a minimum of two items per week, and looking into proper bookkeeping and advertising a little better. At very least, finishing the post I started but never actually made with the doll chokers I've been making on DOA. And possibly I should avoid making any more before I find out if anybody wants them...

I think 10k was a fairly good word goal, but in this case I'm going to say I'd like to have it done by the 20th, so that I have some slack time before NaNo starts up. And I need to decide what I'm doing for NaNo, anyway.

And then, I have a swap package to go out at the end of the month (and am sort of considering the secret santa/mini-stalker-swap, because I'm evil like that...) and a hallowe'en costume to put together (not to mention decide on) and various other things that are little not exactly month-long goals. So, "do stuff" which I do anyway.

However, the other large goal for the month is to do some more stuff with those dolls, who've gotten somewhat lost in the shuffle of moving and all that other nonsense. Lady is part-way through acquiring a new outfit that I've been meaning to make her for ages. Puck is stuck with some poor and rather pitiful wings, while I have the materials to start working on a far better pair. Miss Beryl thinks she needs a hallowe'en costume. Waif needs a better face-up, and Flopsy needs to be re-sueded and re-strung. And if it keeps being so cold, the poor newcomer is going to need a shirt.
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(I don't really do new year's resolutions-- overall life changes should be made as necessary without the need of a calendar reset to support them. But a month seems like a good length of time to try to make goals for)

mandatory:
*finish 2 novels
*mail things (with letters) to Barrett and to my cousin Heather

ideally, also:
*get more exercise (climbing! yay!)
*stop being irritated by having to talk to people on the phone
*do something about the Lady's face-up, be it only putting in her eyelashes. And any painting should be done in sunlight. preferably finish another doll-related project or three, too (have a craft day??)
* write another two or three letters I meant to get to

And [livejournal.com profile] astormorray is evil and has inspired me to sign up for basic craft forums, which will also require me to put some project pictures online... but this chick, even though she is probably a scary vegan artist type, is my new hero.
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