Still alive, still ficcing. Still think rainy_day is the pretty much greatest writing partner ever, kind of in love with my commenters, have gotten into the most amazing email conversation with greenjudy, who has amazing smart things to say about writing and makes me sound so much smarter than I am.
If you like the Avengers at all, go read:
Dear Captain America
Spending most of my social time hanging out with justatailor and nervousystem.
Cut all my hair off. It's pretty excellent. I did this thing where I shaved my head, drunk, at 12:30 in the morning, alone, without a mirror, and it is oddly one of the best haircuts ever.
Still playing ukulele, getting better at it, music is beautiful, might actually play a set in January. If I do, I'll let you know.
This is a thing that happened:
This is the dream I had last night:
I dreamed I was reading a book about three young wizards at a magic school. Very unlike Harry Potter: it was an ordinary American high school, and every year, the kids organized a Ditch Day that coincided with a specific celestial event. This year, the lunar what's its thing was on Valentine's day. Now, the girl of his trio had a crush on one of the boys. It wasn't a love triangle-- I think the third of the trio was gay and had a boyfriend who was not part of this trio. So she sort of did that teenaged thing of telling the boys "I don't have anything to do for Ditch Day." The object of her affection said he'd come up with a plan for something to do. Meanwhile, her other group of friends were organizing a huge school wide magical prank and asked her to take part, but she turned them down as she wanted to spend time with this boy. That morning, the boy in question sends the other two an email: "I've planned a bike tour of local magical landmarks! Here's the map; I'm starting now! Hope you enjoy it!"
Clearly not understanding that she actually wanted to spend time with him.
Incensed, she gets on her bike and rides off the map, cutting him off on his route. She blows up at him and says something to the effect of "if I wanted to spend my Valentine's Day alone, I would have--"
When the prank is set off and they are rained on by a deluge of tiny rubber ducks.
I did my usual thing of making all the Thanksgiving food ever. That'll happen tomorrow.