to unpathed waters, undreamed shores

Challenge #4: In your own space, set some goals for the coming year.

I've already set one goal by signing up with GetYourWordsOut with a 'habit' pledge. It's not a word count goal; rather, it's based on the number of days you write in a year. My pledge is the 120-day tier, so about 10 days per month.

I'm also intending to get better at commenting/leaving feedback on fic. I let anxiety get in the way a lot of the time, especially when I read a stupendously good fic, and I need to not do that. Even "Nice work, I liked this" is better than no comment at all.

Uh. Third fic in four days? Literary Review, Stand Still Stay Silent, Sigrun/Tuuri, Explicit - For the first time, Sigrun wants to choose the book Tuuri reads aloud from before bed. She makes an... interesting (i.e. filthy) choice.

It's absolutely the silliest thing I've ever written. I don't do humour well, usually, but this one just sort of... worked out, for me.

I've written 3330 words in the past five days and that's so far above my usual standards I'm considering the possibility that part of my brain was swapped out by aliens in the night. I know it won't last - it's not a sustainable writing pace when I'm back to work and dance classes - but I'm going to enjoy it as long as I can.

Three fics in three days. Who the hell am I, again?

Second Verse, GOmens, A&C, Aziraphale rescues Crowley after a summoning.

I am running out of WIPs. I cannot believe I just had to say that.

✿ I fell down the stairs at work and sprained my hip. Am off for a couple of weeks, until the end of December, while it heals. I live in a walk-up apartment building and can't get anywhere without crutches, so... that's going to be interesting. I had a friend pick up my prescriptions today, but I don't like to depend on people for too much so I'm trying to figure out ways to do errands and such myself. Here at home I'm mostly nesting in the blanket fort I've made out of the sofa.

✿ I wrote two Reynir/Onni ficlets - Every Beautiful Thing and Here, Alone - to add to my ongoing SSSS ficlet collection. I also started Faith Like Wings, a Good Omens ficlet collection. I have one collection for each fandom, just for those little snippets that are too short to really be posted on their own. The Ineffable Kink Discord server (for people who lurk around the kink meme) denizens are wonderfully encouraging, so there'll be more added to the GO one sooner rather than later.

✿ Last year, in April, I stopped one of my psych drugs (with the agreement of my doc) because I didn't feel it was doing much for me. Coincidentally, that month I also posted the last ficlet I'd written until November of this year. I've had a few medication changes since then and on the whole I'm doing much better, but I'm wondering, really, if it was a coincidence after all, because in October we added that same drug back into the mix again. And now I'm able to write again. Hmm.

I posted this on Tumblr last night but I'm posting it again here because... because akijsdl;fkjas. Yep. That's the reason.

Okay, but seriously, I’ve written in sizeable and/or fast-moving fandoms before. I’ve managed, before, to carve out a little space for myself where my mostly-mediocre words fit, and to be content with that. So what is it, exactly, about Good Omens fandom that’s spooked me to the point that I can’t seem to get past the scribble-a-few-notes stage on anything I want to write?

It probably doesn’t help that, at the moment, I don’t really know anyone who would absolutely want to hear me yammer on about ideas. That’s always been such a crucial part of fandom and ficcing, to me.

*slaps fic-notes with a five-pound river-dwelling rainbow trout* Urgh.

Not sure why I didn't choose a lake trout. They're bigger.

Hmph.

So Thanksgiving is tomorrow for those of us in Canada. I have the day off, and I also took last Thursday and Friday as vacation days to make myself a five-day weekend. Unfortunately I've spent the better part of my extended weekend either panicked, exhausted, migraine-y, or all three. Not what I'd hoped for. I'd printed and assembled quite a few sewing patterns in anticipation, and I've barely touched them. And writing, well. *points up*

I still have the rest of today and tomorrow, though, so I'm going to do what I can to make that time count. I hate feeling like I've 'wasted' time.

On a side note, I'm seriously considering trying to put together a book called Shit My Cat Does (in the same vein as Shit My Dad Says). I mean, Parker is a complete lunatic and Finn, Liam, and Autumn aren't far behind. I made them an Instagram account (https://www.instagram.com/fur.for.brains if you're interested) a couple of weeks ago and it's already got more followers than my personal account has after four years.

I also put my holiday card call up on Tumblr. Yes, already. I send cards all over the world so I need to get my arse organised early.

Right, well. I'm going to go do one of two things - continue to fight with fic, or continue to organise the studio/sewing room.