The Secretary Will Disavow Any Knowledge

I keep meaning to make a sort of generalized post on the state of PT and yet, when it comes down to actually writing one I've been pretty persistently sucky. So. Here is my effort to change that.

I do indeed have a Dreamwidth, thanks to a very lovely, generous friend. At the moment, I'm doing the same thing I do with my other non-LJ journals, which is to crosspost everything. So what you find on DW is the same as what's on LJ, IJ and JF. As it seems de rigueur to announce one's intentions, I can only state that I don't really have intentions at this moment. Some of my friends are going, some are bound and determined to stay, some, like me, don't seem to have come to any definitive conclusion. If I firm up my plans to something more solid, I will certainly let everybody know. If you want to look me up over there, my username has remained the same.

Two days after the wedding, I left with my family to go to Chicago to take care of my almost-mom, who had broken her leg. It turned out that she needed less care than I anticipated, but she did need some, which I'm glad I could provide, since she's been so good to me and mine. It also gave me the opportunity to spend more time around my family than I have in 4 or 5 years which...had mixed results but was mostly of the good.

The really bad is that I seem to have come down with Chicago Crud in the meantime and I've been struggling to throw it off for almost a week now. I'm kind of proud of my turn of phrase here, so I'll share what I emailed to my Muses Auxillary League this morning in a missive titled Tuesday - The Battle for the Last Nostril: After many, many hours of wallowing in bed and begging for my newly made spouse to kill me (and him refusing, the bastard) and many, many cups of Nyquil (or Dayquil) and many, many pills and vitamins...I am feeling something remotely like human again. Except for one stubbornly plugged nostril where I am guessing that my invading germs are holed up and barricaded in like their own private Alamo. This is both an amusing image and makes me despair that the SWAT team that is my white blood cells and anemic immune system may not be up to the challenge.

Though my discontent with my writing has been pretty ongoing at this point, I feel especially frustrated lately. ( So let me talk about that for a while. )

However, I do hold out some slim and rosy-glassed ray of hope in the fact that the latest incarnation of Remix has appeared on my event horizon (Hello, O High Holy Day of Obligation) and that nilchance is running the May of Misha Madness ficathon in which there will be much Misha muchness for me to enjoy. Yay.

Every year, I lie to myself and y'all and say I'm going to do a con report. But this year, I've come to terms with the notion that I just kind of suck at con reports. Suffice it to say, winchestercon was an absolute blast. I got to hang out with a lot of my favorite people (though not for NEARLY long enough), got to meet and hang out with some of my NEW favorite people (though not for nearly long enough) and as hard as I tried, there were still those elusive few favorite people I couldn't quite get face time with. Even so, I had the time of my life. There's a reason Wincon is my favorite convention. Big thanks to coiledsoul, ethrosdemon, tenaciousmetoo, antheia, tjournal. beanside, nilchance and all the other con comm folks for making a great shindig.

The Fiance's computer is fixed! This means I am no longer trapped on the mini-laptop! \o/ The Fiance has also informed me that his end of the project will not be over until mid-November and that he won't be going to Maryland (if at all) until January, since it still falls into the category of "likely but not guaranteed". No word on the job for me, so in a fit of optimism, I signed up for NaNoWriMo. *coughs*

The good news is that I'm working on some more AKB right now. AND I have had vague pronish rumblings from Kink, who has been denying me his smutty favors for some time now. The BAD news is that if/when I do NaNo, I'm going to be working on original stuff (probably that werewolf story I was pondering before) which means progress on AKB will either slow to a trickle or cease entirely through the month of November. You'll still love me, right? *hides*