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scab-cat is not feeling well -- we switched the cats to a cheaper cat food and it is not agreeing with him. there have been several barf instances. he got a bath yesterday because he was too crusty for this world, which he also did not agree with. he is much softer now that we've cleaned up the dried blood and gunk and leftover drips of medicine he spat out and layers of ointment in his fur. he's going to the vet on friday and hopefully we will get more medicated creams for him.
fluff-cat got confused because there was a cardboard box in a new place and peed in the doorway to the bathroom. he is so stupid, i love him. we moved the box.
yesterday i did all of the dishes except for the large stock pot which has marinara sauce burnt all over the bottom of it (it's soaking, hopefully the char will loosen up). i didn't write anything, but since last friday i've written two and a half thousand words of dense scientific textbook chapter and i needed a rest. i need to do more today but i do not want to! i need another two to four thousand words by next thursday.
sequestration; vitrification got long-listed for a BSFA award which is super exciting! it's a rush to be on a list with aliette de bodard and brooke bolander and other SFF names that i know. we had pizza for lunch to celebrate. this is the first time i've ever had any kind of nomination, and it's surreal; i usually spend the awards season trying very hard not to be envious on twitter. my SFWA application got accepted a couple weeks ago, too! i don't remember if i put that on here.
i should tidy up a few things on my writing to do list. i still need to make a promo post for sequestration on my author website -- crossposting is a pain in the ass, plus i need to send out another round of query letters for The Novel. the long-distance lesbians in space flash piece got a personal rejection from F&SF and needs to go out again.
fandom-wise i got my cap-ironman remix exchange assignment and i'm jazzed about what i'm writing.
writing writing writing, everything is writing this week. i made myself super sad listening to regina spektor deep cuts last night because i'm a genius, obviously. decorum est pro patria mori is new to me and it's fucking crushing! pure depression jams right here. (you can't spend your whole life waiting for god to kiss you back)
fluff-cat got confused because there was a cardboard box in a new place and peed in the doorway to the bathroom. he is so stupid, i love him. we moved the box.
yesterday i did all of the dishes except for the large stock pot which has marinara sauce burnt all over the bottom of it (it's soaking, hopefully the char will loosen up). i didn't write anything, but since last friday i've written two and a half thousand words of dense scientific textbook chapter and i needed a rest. i need to do more today but i do not want to! i need another two to four thousand words by next thursday.
sequestration; vitrification got long-listed for a BSFA award which is super exciting! it's a rush to be on a list with aliette de bodard and brooke bolander and other SFF names that i know. we had pizza for lunch to celebrate. this is the first time i've ever had any kind of nomination, and it's surreal; i usually spend the awards season trying very hard not to be envious on twitter. my SFWA application got accepted a couple weeks ago, too! i don't remember if i put that on here.
i should tidy up a few things on my writing to do list. i still need to make a promo post for sequestration on my author website -- crossposting is a pain in the ass, plus i need to send out another round of query letters for The Novel. the long-distance lesbians in space flash piece got a personal rejection from F&SF and needs to go out again.
fandom-wise i got my cap-ironman remix exchange assignment and i'm jazzed about what i'm writing.
writing writing writing, everything is writing this week. i made myself super sad listening to regina spektor deep cuts last night because i'm a genius, obviously. decorum est pro patria mori is new to me and it's fucking crushing! pure depression jams right here. (you can't spend your whole life waiting for god to kiss you back)
