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May. 4th, 2023 02:04 pmI last wrote something substantive here two and a bit months ago, which might be the biggest gap since the early 2000s. Anyway. Hi. Still here. I've been on sabbatical for those two and a bit months, and I don't even know what to say about it. It was a good idea, for sure; it's just crazy, hog-wild ridiculous, to have nothing to do. I'm not complaining; I'm just not used to it. A. finds it amusing to read me out the week's SIs from the National Archives' twitter and invite me to make complimentary or otherwise remarks.
I am not writing very much. I had hoped to be able to write for pleasure, at least; nothing has come to me, though, and I'm bit sad about that. I'm still editing for friends and have got through a novel, half a novelette, an academic paper and a piece of immigration advice, strangely, and maybe that's promising. I'm still skating intermittently and enjoying myself thoroughly and I want to write a story with an asteroid in it so I can call it Skate Skate Apocalyptic.
(Skating! So much fun! I'm still amazed that you can learn to do something by practising it a lot! All skating terminology sounds like a lesbian sex act but I can pivot and hez and shoot the duck!)
And other than that I am reading like it was just invented recently, and A. and I have been watching the new Quantum Leap and I am obsessed. Why fandom as a whole hasn't talked about it much is beyond me; the cynical part of me thinks it's because there are no white men to ship (there are no white men at all) and the less cynical part thinks it's because it takes a few episodes to warm up. But it's lovely, I love it, I have only five episodes left and when they're done I will be bereft.
Anyway. Here, here, still here, listening to Lizzo, watching the time travel show, missing giving detailed legal advice to people about things they didn't want to hear, and here though I didn't expect it.
I am not writing very much. I had hoped to be able to write for pleasure, at least; nothing has come to me, though, and I'm bit sad about that. I'm still editing for friends and have got through a novel, half a novelette, an academic paper and a piece of immigration advice, strangely, and maybe that's promising. I'm still skating intermittently and enjoying myself thoroughly and I want to write a story with an asteroid in it so I can call it Skate Skate Apocalyptic.
(Skating! So much fun! I'm still amazed that you can learn to do something by practising it a lot! All skating terminology sounds like a lesbian sex act but I can pivot and hez and shoot the duck!)
And other than that I am reading like it was just invented recently, and A. and I have been watching the new Quantum Leap and I am obsessed. Why fandom as a whole hasn't talked about it much is beyond me; the cynical part of me thinks it's because there are no white men to ship (there are no white men at all) and the less cynical part thinks it's because it takes a few episodes to warm up. But it's lovely, I love it, I have only five episodes left and when they're done I will be bereft.
Anyway. Here, here, still here, listening to Lizzo, watching the time travel show, missing giving detailed legal advice to people about things they didn't want to hear, and here though I didn't expect it.