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literally NO good dialogue
Jan. 6th, 2024 03:15 pmI haven't posted any fic in months - just a couple of podfics - because I was writing a lot of meaty stuff for JanuAUry. And now it's JanuAUry! My first one, Fantabulosa, went up today - set in Edwardian London, Ed is the most renowned female impersonator and Stede also kind of wants to go on the stage. Next up is the Ladyhawke AU!! I rewatched Ladyhawke today to try to find a piece of dialogue to use as a title and unfortunately there are literally no memorable lines in the entire thing? I'm making graphics for each fic - you can see the Fantabulosa one here on BlueSky.
I have very slowly got most of a pocket done in my wool skirt, but then I realized that I actually left spaces for TWO pockets! I have to do another pocket!! 😩 And the seamstress who relined my coat said very definitively that she won't do finishing for my sewing projects because she also hates doing buttonholes.
Felt very weird this afternoon. Not sick, but ... on Tumblr I described it as a slow-rolled panic attack, because that's the closest I can get to describing it. It just sort of hit me, how sad it's going to be to leave Oneonta and my house, I love them both, and all because of a Skinny Bitch who views herself as downtrodden because she sometimes can't make everyone do everything she wants, and takes it out on me.
Edit: Huh, had an interesting thought in the shower. Our most recent conflict is about (I think) me not handling a recent donation by the official procedure, but for the past ... year, maybe two? we have not been handling any donations and purchases by the rules. And I say "we" but I mean the curators. But I'm the only safe target, so she rips me to shreds with the curators instead of making the point that we need to get back on track as a group.
I have very slowly got most of a pocket done in my wool skirt, but then I realized that I actually left spaces for TWO pockets! I have to do another pocket!! 😩 And the seamstress who relined my coat said very definitively that she won't do finishing for my sewing projects because she also hates doing buttonholes.
Felt very weird this afternoon. Not sick, but ... on Tumblr I described it as a slow-rolled panic attack, because that's the closest I can get to describing it. It just sort of hit me, how sad it's going to be to leave Oneonta and my house, I love them both, and all because of a Skinny Bitch who views herself as downtrodden because she sometimes can't make everyone do everything she wants, and takes it out on me.
Edit: Huh, had an interesting thought in the shower. Our most recent conflict is about (I think) me not handling a recent donation by the official procedure, but for the past ... year, maybe two? we have not been handling any donations and purchases by the rules. And I say "we" but I mean the curators. But I'm the only safe target, so she rips me to shreds with the curators instead of making the point that we need to get back on track as a group.
