I am aware there is a last batch of books to send, and my only excuse is that January and more than half of February were a blurr of total tiredness and decongestants.
I have no idea what that bug was. Seemed to be an upper respiratory thing, but it just wouldn’t let go, and mostly it would make you feel terminally tired. I got so scared I went to the doctor, but got told “yes, that’s what’s going around.”
And then Wedding things (I never thought the mother of the groom needed to be so involved, but there are reasons I’m not going to go into) and others took over.
The others has mostly been well… whoever has a doll of my household, stop the pins already.
My render computer hadn’t exactly been failing, but the more competent I got at rendering: i.e. the more complex, the more it would crash, hang up and just generally not finish rendering. The resulting renders were “good enough for covers” but had a certain plasticky-feel that gave away their rendered nature. The post work to stop that was a lot of work.
When it stopped being able to save renders, having run out of space, we decided we needed something else. So right now we have what we call a two-computer solution. Dan’s music computer which he hasn’t had time to use was pressed into action and upgraded with a bloody expensive video card, and I do the setup in the part of my office I use as an art studio, then go downstairs and work in Dan’s office for a few minutes to get the render going. The results are much better and I can do effects like fog or rain, now.
Not that I’ve got much done, because we have a house guest coming on Monday and if you can’t picture what my house looks like after two months of very sick, don’t. It’s not pretty. So this week I’ve been doing stair stepping and weight lifting, only without machines. It’s good for me, and it will get me in enough shape to hit the gym again and this time regularly.
Today I’m FINALLY going to unbox and shelve books in the library (it tells you what the last two months have been that I started assembling the library system in December and finished yesterday. This is somewhat important, as we need to keep a place where the cats can’t get into to keep stuff for the wedding. Mostly because the cats have been on a pissy reign of terror. For the next few months my mission, if I should choose…. Oh, what the heck, my mission, every Saturday is to tip out carpet and paint the floor with Killzee. Four times. This stops the peeing, which means they’re just going where they smell the pee of long-past (and not ours) cats. I suspect it starts with Euclid, who is nineteen and very senile, then goes on to Havelock who is frankly daft and thinks “oh, this is the new place to pee” and then… and then I have to deal with it. Not this coming week, but after that. We have the material for the flooring, but we’ve realized that we’re not twenty, which frankly is a shock. Anyway, Euclid, when we got him, had been trained on paper and fabric by an elderly owner, either on purpose or accidentally. He once tried to destroy my office flooring by repeatedly peeing on a business card that had fallen from the corkboard (and I didn’t find and couldn’t figure out where the smell was coming from, because it was behind a desk.) So we don’t trust him with wedding stuff TM.
Anyway, over the next year, one room at a time, we’ll get the house done. I just don’t want to have to push and do it all in a month, because that kills me, and I also don’t write at all.
Yes, the time is coming we’ll have to say goodbye to Eucles. Right now he has some upper respiratory thing, so I need to take him in today or tomorrow.
Yesterday I thought we were opening a new episode in the drama as my car just plain stopped in the morning, but it turns out the garage that we already didn’t trust because their first go at it, the car was worse than before, also lied about replacing spark plugs. Yeah, that. No wonder it’s been almost impossible to start the car in the cold.
At least it’s not a ton of money which is good as right now we didn’t know where it would come from.
I need to write. I need to write a lot. I’ve been, in case the tone of the posts didn’t make it clear, in somewhat of a slough of despond, mostly due to two kicks in the gut one after the other last December.
But I’m shaking out of it, most willfully.
Things I’ve learned: if I’m doing hard physical work and don’t write before I start, it just won’t happen.
If I write more than 1k words in the blog, or a complex subject, writing won’t happen.
I’m not sure what to do with this, save, now that the schedule for PJ is practically non-existent, resume my old schedule of writing four posts on Sunday afternoon.
Four posts is doable in an afternoon. More than that and I blank.
So, here’s the thing. That leaves two days, leaving Sunday as a writing challenge. I’m willing to take guest posts, of course, particularly from the usual suspects who have done them before.
Or I can give you excerpts of what I’m working on at the time. It might be something of one, something of the other, as happens.
In the middle of all this I must find time to redesign this blog and do a proper website.
I have a packed schedule for this year. Stand by. Stuff is about to get written. And published. And again.