rushthatspeaks | actual life update

How am I?

Out from under the bed after last week but general stress levels not amazing. Rolling my eyes at having seen someone wearing an actual T-shirt reading Boston Strong because this is New England and I thought we were meant to be politely repressed about this about now, thanks. All the construction signs which flash things have started flashing Encouraging Messages Of Public Hope, too, though I am very amused that the one nearby which used to crack me up by saying ONGOING CONSTRUCTION EXPECT DELAYS NEXT 2 YEARS now says ONGOING CONSTRUCTION WE ARE ONE BOSTON EXPECT DELAYS NEXT 2 YEARS, which may even be an improvement.

What am I up to?

Costuming a musical. Voice lessons for said musical. Making sure music is memorized. Trying to internalize and/or figure out the blocking. Oh god we have only a month left before showtime. I was literally not this anxious about my first undergraduate thesis, but then that was way the hell less work. And at least Pope Innocent VIII was a topic about which I knew no one, not even me, would care after I finished the paper. Also that thesis didn't involve any spreadsheets. I have never enjoyed spreadsheets.

Tomorrow I am taking the car and

nineweaving and going to Montreal for

rysmiel's birthday and I am not costuming anybody for like three days at least. Also there will be a lot of people I love, and Montreal, and it should be awesome, and I will be back late Monday and I may or may not have internet in the interim just to let you know.

There is a cat on my leg. He balances very badly and keeps hitting caps lock.

What am I up to in the slightly longer term?

Well I want to finish writing this novel before Readercon because I want to read from it and I will feel much better if I have a whole draft beforehand, even though this would change nothing about the bit I want to read. Not making that a hard deadline as of yet because I do not want to make that into more stress.

B. is coming through from Turkey at some point here in the summer and then taking me to Europe for a while and then Ruth and I will visit him in Turkey, so travel writing is a thing that will happen.

After the end of summer everything fades into a haze, and the name of that haze is 'Gee, I Hope Somebody Is Pregnant At This Time', because we are trying to have a baby. When there's news on that front worth posting about, I'll probably make a baby filter, since I'm sure some of you don't want to hear about the planning process (currently slightly less complicated than the Battle of Borodino) and the various stages of wibbling (threat level: everything has little ducks on it). But I don't think we're quite there yet.

We have a basically-an-opera to stage first.