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812 words on ASUHH, Chapter Three.
Jan. 21st, 2011 03:01 pmAnd that was my subject line so that I could make my post focus on something else. I was asked in the comment threads to post about my life rather than my word documents, and I guess that seems reasonable enough.
Every day my life shows me in a hundred little ways that marrying Megan was the best and smartest decision I have ever made. The worries of being short on money in a freezing cold town with few open jobs, the tedium of the job-hunt and the paying of bills and all those little stresses, even my own inadequacies and creative frustrations, all of it fades to the merest trivia in the face of how happy I am. She keeps me grounded and focused, and I keep her calm, cool, and happy. She makes the most ludicrous puns, and every time I hear one I tell her how much I love her. I make even stupider puns and she does the same. It's hard to write about, because it's hard to grasp either the complexity or the simplicity of it... from waking up snuggled next to her in the morning through everything the day throws at me, Megan is the puzzle piece that fits next to mine. My partner, my perfect complement. I could wax saccharinely rhapsodic for pages, but I very much doubt that would be of interest to anyone else.
My life besides that? I get up between eight and eleven in the morning, let out and feed the cat, have coffee and an english muffin. I read my blog and my webcomics, play my turns on echo bazaar, and procrastinate making any posts on role-playing journals for another day, until the end of the month when I am frantic to make activity checks. I open this tab right here and ponder what to blog about for the day. I tinker with half a dozen open office documents while I decide what fiction to fight that morning for my wordcount, and then when the inspiration bleeds away, I either repeat the cycle until I hit quota, or I count up the words and record them in another file. 8598 words total, so far this year, which averages out to 409 words per day -- well above my goals! Yay.
When I have finished that quota, I go and poke Megan until she gets out of bed. Shower, lunch, dishes, various household chores occur at this point, and Megan gets the laptop unless she's too caught up in the Vorkosigan book she's currently reading. The cat misbehaves, then snuggles. Megan and I realize we forgot to take something down to thaw for dinner, and debate our menu and our respective busy-ness or laziness to determine who will cook or IF we'll cook instead of dipping into our monthly restaurant budget.
This routine continues until about three to five in the evening. On Mondays, I set up at 5 PM to run a D & D book adventure - Heart of Nightfang Spire, a horror-influenced dungeoncrawl. On alternate Wednesdays at 6, I run my Star Wars pirate game at 6. On alternate Thursdays at 5, I play a halfling druid with a direwolf for a best friend. Every Saturday at three, I play a changeling illusionist on a pirate ship in Scott's Eberron game. Every Sunday at three, Scott plays an obsessive wizard/ranger tracker falling slowly into corruption in my Eberron game. Er. Lots of people play in that one, I just liked highlighting the symmetry there.
Other days, I get back online after Megan's had a few hours, poke the internet again, job-hunt, and pretend to work on things like that damn agent letter. I do game-planning for the Eberron game; the other two games kind of plan themselves. About nine o clock we start making dinner, and usually watch something on Netflix while we eat. Weekday nights, we go downstairs to our neighbors'. They work night shifts, are generous, and have way better TV and computers than us. We play WoW until I get bored with WoW. I try to beat my neighbor's high score on Wii Bowling. I play Persona 3, slogging through the dungeons until I can get back to the JRPG parts. Sometime between 12:30 and 3 AM, I get tired and insist to Megan that it's time for bed.
Thus run my days. I love my life, and the people in it; I love the games I play and the work I do (such as it is). But with a set routine, I seldom feel there's much to blog about except what happens here, imprinted on the ether in all its electronic internetty glory.
Every day my life shows me in a hundred little ways that marrying Megan was the best and smartest decision I have ever made. The worries of being short on money in a freezing cold town with few open jobs, the tedium of the job-hunt and the paying of bills and all those little stresses, even my own inadequacies and creative frustrations, all of it fades to the merest trivia in the face of how happy I am. She keeps me grounded and focused, and I keep her calm, cool, and happy. She makes the most ludicrous puns, and every time I hear one I tell her how much I love her. I make even stupider puns and she does the same. It's hard to write about, because it's hard to grasp either the complexity or the simplicity of it... from waking up snuggled next to her in the morning through everything the day throws at me, Megan is the puzzle piece that fits next to mine. My partner, my perfect complement. I could wax saccharinely rhapsodic for pages, but I very much doubt that would be of interest to anyone else.
My life besides that? I get up between eight and eleven in the morning, let out and feed the cat, have coffee and an english muffin. I read my blog and my webcomics, play my turns on echo bazaar, and procrastinate making any posts on role-playing journals for another day, until the end of the month when I am frantic to make activity checks. I open this tab right here and ponder what to blog about for the day. I tinker with half a dozen open office documents while I decide what fiction to fight that morning for my wordcount, and then when the inspiration bleeds away, I either repeat the cycle until I hit quota, or I count up the words and record them in another file. 8598 words total, so far this year, which averages out to 409 words per day -- well above my goals! Yay.
When I have finished that quota, I go and poke Megan until she gets out of bed. Shower, lunch, dishes, various household chores occur at this point, and Megan gets the laptop unless she's too caught up in the Vorkosigan book she's currently reading. The cat misbehaves, then snuggles. Megan and I realize we forgot to take something down to thaw for dinner, and debate our menu and our respective busy-ness or laziness to determine who will cook or IF we'll cook instead of dipping into our monthly restaurant budget.
This routine continues until about three to five in the evening. On Mondays, I set up at 5 PM to run a D & D book adventure - Heart of Nightfang Spire, a horror-influenced dungeoncrawl. On alternate Wednesdays at 6, I run my Star Wars pirate game at 6. On alternate Thursdays at 5, I play a halfling druid with a direwolf for a best friend. Every Saturday at three, I play a changeling illusionist on a pirate ship in Scott's Eberron game. Every Sunday at three, Scott plays an obsessive wizard/ranger tracker falling slowly into corruption in my Eberron game. Er. Lots of people play in that one, I just liked highlighting the symmetry there.
Other days, I get back online after Megan's had a few hours, poke the internet again, job-hunt, and pretend to work on things like that damn agent letter. I do game-planning for the Eberron game; the other two games kind of plan themselves. About nine o clock we start making dinner, and usually watch something on Netflix while we eat. Weekday nights, we go downstairs to our neighbors'. They work night shifts, are generous, and have way better TV and computers than us. We play WoW until I get bored with WoW. I try to beat my neighbor's high score on Wii Bowling. I play Persona 3, slogging through the dungeons until I can get back to the JRPG parts. Sometime between 12:30 and 3 AM, I get tired and insist to Megan that it's time for bed.
Thus run my days. I love my life, and the people in it; I love the games I play and the work I do (such as it is). But with a set routine, I seldom feel there's much to blog about except what happens here, imprinted on the ether in all its electronic internetty glory.
