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2009-08-12 01:12 pm

no sugar tonight in my tea

I am working from home this month on two major writing projects. Working from home makes me more productive, that's why I am doing it, but it also makes me kind of crazy. I go all nuts with no human contact.

Finally showered at noon today. Found my first wrinkle in the mirror after. At 34, I can't really complain. I am now wearing a white polo shirt and light blue lounge pants, which makes me feel like staff at an expensive spa.
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2009-08-02 09:24 pm

Heaven's my home anyhow

I am trying to write a book by the end of August. Not sure I can do it. Kind of like NaNoWriMo, only with a pissed off publisher at the end if I fail. Okay, I actually have until mid-September, but I'm supposed to go on vacation on August 27th, and I'd like to actually be able to do so.
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2009-08-02 03:39 pm

a great big bear oh way out there

Re-watching Stargate SG-1 in the too hot to go outside summer days. My love for Daniel Jackson knows no bounds.
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2009-07-26 01:11 am

working for the weekend

I really feel like living here has reverted me to high school, complete with social awkwardness and trouble making friends. There was a party tonight I wasn't invited to. Which is okay, because it wasn't my social circle. But the expat community is so damn small it still feels somehow like not getting to go to prom.

I haven't been sleeping well, I think because I am too busy to think much during the day so all my thoughts come out at night.
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2009-07-19 02:34 am

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I am having a hard time in this new city. Everyone here seems to meet and make friends by going to one particular bar. I don't tend to like bars in general, and I don't like this one in particular. I feel like I am just going to be lonely here for years.
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2009-06-26 12:22 pm

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Wow, someone just called me willfully stupid on the internet. It's not the internet without hostility and wank, right?
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2009-06-26 07:09 am

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I've had this dreamwidth account for quite a while without writing anything. I think I wanted the perfect first entry. A description of who I am and why I write here, or some kind of fannish brilliance. That doesn't seem to be forthcoming. So, I'll settle for good enough.

I've been involved with fandom for six or seven years. My first love was Sports Night. I read a lot of fic, and every once in a while I write something. I read in a whole lot of fandoms, and I like my stories funny.

I was monkeypumpkin over at LJ. I am married, and I have a little boy. I write mostly about personal stuff, and less about fandom. I used to feel guilty about that, but now I think that's just how I like to do it.
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2009-04-21 03:43 pm

It's moving day!

I am heading over to dreamwidth, thanks to Norah. I'm calling myself Nomada over there, because the name Monkeypumpkin was chosen essentially at random before I realized how involved I'd be in fandom. Nomada is better suited to me. It's more like a name, it's shorter, and it reflects my tendency to whine about travel and business trips. I deliberately didn't anything more normal because I didn't want to accidentally steal someone's much beloved username.

I'll keep reading here, for the time being, but I'm going to start posting exclusively over there. I am trying to rebuild my friends list at Dreamwidth, which I expect to be an irritating process (unless there is a secret import function?) Assuming there isn't, could all you nice people reading this leave your dreamidth names in the comments?
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2009-04-15 12:37 pm

I saw a bear

I am thinking that once it's open, I will move on over to Dreamwidth. I've been increasingly unhappy with lj, but I am sticking around for the fans. If the fans are moving, I go too. It seems to me that lj is being more and more targeted at what they perceive to be their core users - teenage Russians.

I was walking Monkeyboy to playschool, and it was rainy our so I wore my windbreaker. The windbreaker I have had since high school, from when I was on the varsity volleyball team. I will be 34 in six weeks. It is now somehwat frayed. I am really very pleased with my jacket frugality.

The jacket reminded me that I am lucky enough to have a life almost exactly like I had hoped for at 16. Husband, check. Baby, check. International career, check. And something I would never have had the nerve to hope for - getting paid to write. I think those thoughts often, and I have a whole pattern I go through. I then worry that the other shoe will drop, and then I realize it has, since my dad can't even find his own bedroom or work a doorknob at this point.

Such is life I guess.
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2009-04-13 11:58 am

down the only road I've ever known

My computer just came back from the IT guy with the helpful report that there is something wrong with it but he doesn't know why. He did at least promise it wasn't a virus. I am frustrated. I want Firefox back.

We spent the weekend coping with a virus - probably norovirus - that made the baby puke and also spew at the other end. He was remarkably cheerful through it all but needed a lot of extra cuddles.

Am growing more and more addicted to Merlin fic. Also Leverage. Am holding out against The Fast and the Furious for the sake of my sanity.
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2009-04-10 02:10 pm

the dreams in which I'm dying

So, I had mommy drama today. Maybe my very first! The kids were dying Easter eggs today, and anothr mommy sent her son in with 12 twelve boiled eggs and instructions that no one else should be allowed to dye his eggs or take them home. This did not go over well with the other kids, and pissed off the mom who hosts the playgroup. Enter drama.

And to think I was worried I'd feel isolated here. My mom promised me that having little kids makes it easy to meet people, and she was right. Not always people one wants to meet, I admit, but any port in a storm.

Oh, and news! I am having a story published in a literary magazine. Not a prestigious magazine, but a real live hard copy magazine that will pay me! I am embrassingly excited. As I did the edits they requested, I was repeatedly struck by how bad this story is and what a miracle it's that anyone wants to publish it. Perhaps just familiarity bredding contempt? I hope so.
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2009-04-08 11:16 am

lives by the sea

Was briefly followed by a small dog as MonkeyBoy and I went to his playschool, but there was no need for my contingency plans, as it simply barked at us until we'd left his territory.
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2009-04-07 11:51 am

sure feels fine

I am thinking of writing a memoir about my dad. Maybe mixing the Alzheimer's experience with anecdotes from him life, maybe just stories of his life. I feel like there is so much I don't want to forget about Dad. So many amazing things. I don't know, though, if I want a blog, an attempt at a publishable book, or a private journal. Blog was my first thought, but who would read that? And I am not sure I want to have to constnatly shape something so personal into something other people would want to read.

I wsh my dad hadn't gotten sick so fast. I could have done this when he could still read it. He was trying to read a children's book to Monkeyboy the other day, and it was clear that it was a major struggle.
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2009-04-06 10:52 am

is this lump out of my head?

I take Monkeyboy to school every morning. In the city where I live, every house has a courtyard and a high wall, so as you walk along all you see are walls and the street. It's an exotic tunnely feeling. There are also lots of dogs running loose, some stray and some pets, but all off leash and roaming.

And every morning as we walk to school, I plan for dog attacks. Every hundred feet or so I come up with contingencies. At one point there is a telephone pole with a pase MonekyBoy could stand on. At another point there is usually a parked car.

I have no idea if this is loony or practical.
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2009-03-20 10:31 pm


Watching Smallville for the first time. Season two. It is actually more slashy than the fic had led me to believe.
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2009-01-03 10:43 pm

i'm amazed

So I am now officially getting paid to write. Which is seven kinds of cool and also requires a huge amount of time and energy. I think it breaks out to like $7 an hour. But I am getting paid to write about something I care about. Hard to complain.

As always, email or comment if you want the details on the new writing location...
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2009-01-02 06:03 pm

good riddance 2008

Holy god am I glad that year is over. Three people I cared about died (one of them was a baby), my house got infested with mice, my mother went almost entirely to pieces, seven people were killed in my neighborhood this summer, and my husband hated his job.

Monkeyboy was our highlight, as was the cool new job my husband got. But it was a long ugly slog of a year, and I am very glad to be done.
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2008-12-08 11:20 pm

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Our friend passed away Saturday morning. We never even got to bring him home. 2008 is looking like a crappy year.