*yawn*
Scraps and tatters... as you may have guessed from the lack of post, I've been busy lately. Thursday was chicken-killing day, which would have been okay except for the wind. I'm built on the tall-and-thin plan, which is great for sashaying around in a black dress hobnobbing with the nobs but not so great for standing in the freezing cold for two hours with my hands up a chicken's ass and nothing between the wind and my bones but a few shreds of skin. I was so cold I couldn't stop shaking, and afterwards I got HUNGRY.
This isn't your normal hunger. See, aside from the skinny-cold thing, I've got a fast metabolism, to the point where I have to watch out for my weight dropping more than rising. And when I get cold my metabolism goes into overdrive keeping me warm. The result? HUNGRY. Cave-woman HUNGRY. Get the fuck out from between me and the food or you will become the food HUNGRY. My family knows me well and scatters when they spot the cave-woman look, but every so often an innocent bystander gets in the way and I have to bite them to express my point of view.
So it took me a few days and a lot of food to get over that. And there was work and all: I'm doing anything from eight to ten hours a day, all of it on my feet, which isn't leaving me much energy to post. But I'll get better. Promise.
In other news, abennettstrong linked to pics of World Fantasy, and I found one of me and Dan. It's not bad. We were very leather that day.
Oh, and I had two articles published this month which I keep forgetting to mention. One was in Vision and is called Who Is Mary Sue?, the other is in The Science Fiction and Fantasy Workshop newsletter and is called What Do You Do With A First Draft Novel?. I seem to be addicted to question-titles this month. Oh well. Only one brought me any money but they were both good ego-boosts and, I think, good articles.
And then there's NaNoWriMo:
Today's Progress: 770 Thursday, 836 yesterday.
Comments: I'm starting to get the hang of the voice, I think.
Snips: Nothing good that's snippable.
Scraps and tatters... as you may have guessed from the lack of post, I've been busy lately. Thursday was chicken-killing day, which would have been okay except for the wind. I'm built on the tall-and-thin plan, which is great for sashaying around in a black dress hobnobbing with the nobs but not so great for standing in the freezing cold for two hours with my hands up a chicken's ass and nothing between the wind and my bones but a few shreds of skin. I was so cold I couldn't stop shaking, and afterwards I got HUNGRY.
This isn't your normal hunger. See, aside from the skinny-cold thing, I've got a fast metabolism, to the point where I have to watch out for my weight dropping more than rising. And when I get cold my metabolism goes into overdrive keeping me warm. The result? HUNGRY. Cave-woman HUNGRY. Get the fuck out from between me and the food or you will become the food HUNGRY. My family knows me well and scatters when they spot the cave-woman look, but every so often an innocent bystander gets in the way and I have to bite them to express my point of view.
So it took me a few days and a lot of food to get over that. And there was work and all: I'm doing anything from eight to ten hours a day, all of it on my feet, which isn't leaving me much energy to post. But I'll get better. Promise.
In other news, abennettstrong linked to pics of World Fantasy, and I found one of me and Dan. It's not bad. We were very leather that day.
Oh, and I had two articles published this month which I keep forgetting to mention. One was in Vision and is called Who Is Mary Sue?, the other is in The Science Fiction and Fantasy Workshop newsletter and is called What Do You Do With A First Draft Novel?. I seem to be addicted to question-titles this month. Oh well. Only one brought me any money but they were both good ego-boosts and, I think, good articles.
And then there's NaNoWriMo:
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6,090 / 50,000 (12.2%) |
Today's Progress: 770 Thursday, 836 yesterday.
Comments: I'm starting to get the hang of the voice, I think.
Snips: Nothing good that's snippable.
posted at 09:25 AM on 11/12/05
by kat -
Category: General
Stumble It!
Comments
Julia wrote:
11/12/05 06:07 PM
Not that I've been any place really cold in the past several years (I think the last bad "have to be outside when it's cold" incident was in 1998), but my metabolism went weird on me after my second pregnancy, so I'm using less in the way of blankets and stuff that my husband now.
Silk longjohns work wonders, IME. Frex, there is no way you can splash your legs with 40F water on a windy 50F day and not suffer greatly very soon unless you're wearing silk or wool. (And I'm allergic to wool, so I trumpet the virtues of the silk.)