Notes and queries
Sep. 8th, 2012 12:01 amI am running a severe sleep deficit. Some brief notes before I flump into bed:
1. My parents had been making pointed remarks about the last time I was home; I indignantly said it wasn't THAT long ago and then realised it was for![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
hathycol's hen party. She has now been married for six months. Er. Yeah. Work was a little difficult today - we're doing a large freehold transfer somewhere in Northumberland.
("Where in Northumberland?" I asked.
"Er... we're not sure? Perhaps you could SIM..."
"SIM" stands for search of index map. It's a very clever trick wherein you mark up your plan in red ink, scan it in, email it attached to a form and you get a reply two days later telling you what registered land is within the marked-up area. (It helps to have a steady hand. I once accidentally marked up a sewage works.) Any day where someone tries to make you SIM the entirety of a ceremonial county is a bad day. I also was asked to look into an issue of mineral rights vesting extra-freehold - found nothing, but got roadblocked in in precise echo of the person who looked into it before me, which was bleakly reassuring.)
And after the bad day was over I had to drive 210 miles mostly in the dark, and I ended up listening to a lot of podfic, but I did make it. I have too short an attention span to listen to podfic usually, but while driving it's perfect, and I don't suppose I've had anyone read me a story for many, many years. It was a bright spot in my otherwise quite-difficult day.
2. I left a very silly prompt (one of many) on the Bujold ficathon on the AO3;hedda62 has been writing a response which, she says, was growing in length and theme out of all proportion from the original prompt. And that is absolutely true, but nonetheless:
L'oiseau qui vole, by![[archiveofourown.org profile]](https://p.dreamwidth.org/b164c54b26e4/-/archiveofourown.org/favicon.ico)
hedda62.
Aral, in a fit of wickedness, assigns someone to follow Simon everywhere and keep notes, to see how he likes it.
The summary was my prompt - but this is actually not silly at all. It's a love story, kinky and dark and multiply complex, that leaves me done in with the rightness of it. 'ware warnings. But lovely, lovely.
3. Speaking of silly,forthwritten, happydork and I are writing epic repressed homophobic romance in middle America. I just wanted to tell you all that. It's the best. Like happydork, if I were still living in America I couldn't have written it. (While we both still were, we used to ring each other up to hear each other's accents. And complain about - well, everything. It was also the best.)
4. I am running a sleep deficit because, well, this was my first week at a new job; I also have been running out in the evenings to do various things, such as going to the farewells of the cohort in the year above mine (today, September 7th, means I am now less than a year from qualification, ARGH); and also because I have spent the last week and a half using time I don't really have to write Vorkosigan fic with MELODRAMATIC ESPIONAGE. It is long and very MELODRAMATIC. It's my version of the Simon-and-Aral story, really, and I'm rather discouraged about it at the moment. That might be the sleep-deprivation, but, blaaaah. Cannot write. Cannot think about writing. Head stuffed full of plans and leases.
Okay. Tomorrow. SPY STORY YAY. Those fic commentaries I have owed for, like, ever. And maybe whole hours at a time not thinking about land transactions.
edited to add: yuletide brainstorming! Already! My only thought for this year so far is Code Name Verity. What do y'all want? I have no idea right now.
1. My parents had been making pointed remarks about the last time I was home; I indignantly said it wasn't THAT long ago and then realised it was for
hathycol's hen party. She has now been married for six months. Er. Yeah. Work was a little difficult today - we're doing a large freehold transfer somewhere in Northumberland.("Where in Northumberland?" I asked.
"Er... we're not sure? Perhaps you could SIM..."
"SIM" stands for search of index map. It's a very clever trick wherein you mark up your plan in red ink, scan it in, email it attached to a form and you get a reply two days later telling you what registered land is within the marked-up area. (It helps to have a steady hand. I once accidentally marked up a sewage works.) Any day where someone tries to make you SIM the entirety of a ceremonial county is a bad day. I also was asked to look into an issue of mineral rights vesting extra-freehold - found nothing, but got roadblocked in in precise echo of the person who looked into it before me, which was bleakly reassuring.)
And after the bad day was over I had to drive 210 miles mostly in the dark, and I ended up listening to a lot of podfic, but I did make it. I have too short an attention span to listen to podfic usually, but while driving it's perfect, and I don't suppose I've had anyone read me a story for many, many years. It was a bright spot in my otherwise quite-difficult day.
2. I left a very silly prompt (one of many) on the Bujold ficathon on the AO3;
hedda62 has been writing a response which, she says, was growing in length and theme out of all proportion from the original prompt. And that is absolutely true, but nonetheless:L'oiseau qui vole, by
Aral, in a fit of wickedness, assigns someone to follow Simon everywhere and keep notes, to see how he likes it.
The summary was my prompt - but this is actually not silly at all. It's a love story, kinky and dark and multiply complex, that leaves me done in with the rightness of it. 'ware warnings. But lovely, lovely.
3. Speaking of silly,
forthwritten, happydork and I are writing epic repressed homophobic romance in middle America. I just wanted to tell you all that. It's the best. Like happydork, if I were still living in America I couldn't have written it. (While we both still were, we used to ring each other up to hear each other's accents. And complain about - well, everything. It was also the best.) 4. I am running a sleep deficit because, well, this was my first week at a new job; I also have been running out in the evenings to do various things, such as going to the farewells of the cohort in the year above mine (today, September 7th, means I am now less than a year from qualification, ARGH); and also because I have spent the last week and a half using time I don't really have to write Vorkosigan fic with MELODRAMATIC ESPIONAGE. It is long and very MELODRAMATIC. It's my version of the Simon-and-Aral story, really, and I'm rather discouraged about it at the moment. That might be the sleep-deprivation, but, blaaaah. Cannot write. Cannot think about writing. Head stuffed full of plans and leases.
Okay. Tomorrow. SPY STORY YAY. Those fic commentaries I have owed for, like, ever. And maybe whole hours at a time not thinking about land transactions.
edited to add: yuletide brainstorming! Already! My only thought for this year so far is Code Name Verity. What do y'all want? I have no idea right now.
