THIS. THIS. THIS. THIS.
So! We have the BBCOne air dates and they are easily accessible to Americans! (New Year’s Day, and then the next two Sundays! SUNDAYS!)
I’m also very happy that it airs in the US almost immediately after the UK broadcast dates. (Exactly a week after “His Last Vow” airs, but who’s keeping track of that kind of stuff? Not me. Nope.)
Not that I plan on waiting.
yeah, that sounds about right.
2,500-ish words to go!!!! I will reach my word count tonight and be a NaNoWriMo winner. WOOOOO!!!!
ZURICH! is still gaining popularity, but it’s slow and and kind of bumming me out. I’ve become addicted to my email blowing up with comments and kudos because the other two took off the way they did, and it’s not happening right now.
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The temp job is OK. The commute is definitely a bitch, but mine isn’t nearly as long as the Controller’s and I have to keep reminding myself that it’s only a temp job. I have to experience the commute on a regular day. Thanksgiving week isn’t really a good representative of what it’s going to be like. So, yeah, patience, grasshopper.
I’m more than willing to commute into Boston (which is a bigger bitch), but at least I have several ways to get into Boston. I’d actually prefer Boston, so I could take the train in. Think of all the knitting I could do on the train! Socks! Hats! Mittens! Baby sweaters! I’d finally work my way through my WIPs and get to start new projects.
I’m very excited for my interview on Wednesday. I think I can pull off the bravado I need to really sell myself. I have a lot of prep to do to prove that I want this as badly as I do. I’m not letting this one slip through my fingers like the restaurant job.
In other job hunt news, I told this other company AGAIN that I wasn’t interested in the job. I want 40 hours of accounting work, not 20 hours of accounting and 20 hours of other shit. I know the state would be pissed because I passed up a ‘suitable’ job, but they’re not the ones that have to commute to Beverly and/or be bored to tears within a year. I’m assuming that since we never got to the nitty gritty of a REAL offer extension, it doesn’t count.
I don’t even know what to do any more.
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I’m almost done with one sock - ONE! - for a pair I’m making for a Christmas present. It’s a good thing I won’t see the recipient until January!! Although, once November is over, I’ll probably take a little break from writing and work on the other sock. I’ve still got plenty of other things to write about (30 Day OTP Challenges), but the knitting needs to take priority. (See what I said about taking the train?)
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Gah. I’m so boring, I’m even boring myself.
i love storyist - this is my set up for the 30 day otp challenge
ZURICH! isn’t taking off as well / fast as the other chapters. Which is disappointing, but OK. ZURICH! was always the awkward chapter and one I worked with so much - adding and stripping and adding and starting from scratch and pulling stuff out to shove it back in… It was painful, and I’m assuming the lack of kudos and comments is proving that point.
*sigh*
My NaNo on the other hand, while being completely exhausting, is finishing up nicely. We’ve already caught one killer, because he’s a fucking moron, and I’ve got the clichéd “John gets in trouble and Sherlock saves the day” ending all set. I’ve been alternating slices of life in 221B with the serial killers stuff and I’m having a hard time getting the Johnlock moments to feel legit. It’s actually a painful relationship to write…
It’s hard because I am Sherlock. Honestly. I’m drawing from my own experiences with intimacy/sexuality. John, on the other hand is the Wonder Hubby, if only because of his never ending patience with me.
So back to Sherlock - I run hot and cold. I’m either a crazy nympho who doesn’t ever want to leave the bedroom, or you can’t even get me in there. Some days, I want to cuddle so badly that I’m clingy and annoying. Some days, I can’t even be in the same room. I feel that, based on my own reactions to intimacy, that Sherlock would be very similar. I feel so sorry for John, just like I feel so sorry for the Wonder Hubby…
But taking something from my weird fucked up relationship and trying to write it / to fictionalize it? Wow. Nearly impossible. Fuck write what you know…
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On that note, had an interview today where she knew, before I even got there, that I wasn’t a good fit because I’d be bored. I knew, based on the job posting, that I wasn’t a good fit because the money wouldn’t be there. We confirmed that within the first few minutes and that was all she wrote. We parted amicably, thanking each other for our honesty. Couldn’t ask for more.
Start my temp job tomorrow. It’s a three week contract position, with a possibility of going permanent. It’s an hour drive, but the woman I’d be working for starts her commute an hour north of me. This better be a hell of a job. I can’t believe she’d drive two hours for work every day for four years.
In other news, I absolutely adored her. The temp work is seasonal to get geared up for year-end, but the permanent side would be more of the accountant-y stuff I’m interesting in doing.
I guess we’ll see. I’m still hoping to hear about the other two this week.
I needed another pick me up:
Stats as of 11/10/2013:
PARIS: 10 subscribers, 504 hits, 23 kudos, 2 comment threads, 3 bookmarks
HARTFORD: 10 subscribers, 433 hits, 23 kudos, 8 comment threads, 3 bookmarks
IT WAS ALWAYS THERE: 1 subscriber, 1018 hits, 11 kudos, 0 comment threads, 3 bookmarks
Stats as of today:
PARIS: 12 subscribers, 773 hits, 32 kudos, 5 comment threads, 1 bookmarks
HARTFORD: 10 subscribers, 476 hits, 28 kudos, 8 comment threads, 3 bookmarks
IT WAS ALWAYS THERE: 2 subscriber, 1056 hits, 11 kudos, 0 comment threads, 3 bookmarks
I’m a little surprised that PARIS lost bookmarks, but I now have 3 author subscriptions which is pretty cool…
I also received a comment today that they want ANOTHER sequel (which they will get). After that, it’s a 30 Day OTP Challenge and who knows after that… I don’t see myself NOT writing more Cabin Pressure fic, but right now, I can’t see myself writing more after the Challenge, either. I’m so deep in Johnlock that editing ZURICH! feels weird. I guess we’ll have to see.
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Tonight is UConn vs BU at BU, which will definitely be weird. Next season, UConn joins Hockey East so this will be a regular occurrence, which will be even weirder. I never thought I’d see the day when the UConn hockey program would play in such an elite league…
My friend, and fellow UCMB band geek, Bill is coming with me, so that will be cool. We’ll both be in full UConn regalia and I can’t wait to see the looks on our friends down there in Section 114, Rows A and B. We’ve known these people for YEARS and I don’t think I’ve ever mentioned being a UConn grad. They’ll know now. *grin*
amen, brother
Dog, proofreading ZURCH! is killing me… I changed the ending to PARIS!, which did, as expected, require a rewrite of the majority of the fucker. This Cabin Pressure trilogy is going to be the death of me.
On a happy note, we’re finally getting the REAL Zurich episode. Finnemore has confirmed that the original cast will come back for the series ender, too. I just hope it ends with Martin staying at MJN…
Plus, I’m 16 days into NaNoWriMo, so I need the extra distraction. Right? Right! Why the fuck not?
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Finally, Friday, I started to feel like a human again.
I went out to breakfast with D and we talked about how bad it sucked to be let go while Junior ran off to China to work for Daddy.
I interviewed with the recruiter for the part time / full time / temp to perm position. He’s going to try and get me in front of the company ASAP. Actually, for as fucked up as it sounds, its actually a good position and has a LOT of potential for someone who gets bored easily. I guess we’ll see. The recruiter was wicked excited about me being a good fit for them, so I’ve got my fingers crossed…
Drove to Saratoga Springs for a night with my Albany family. It was, as always, exactly what I needed when I needed it. If I wasn’t hell bent on leaving the country, I might have seriously considered shifting my job search to Albany…
But it’s time for my next adventure, the hubby’s on board with the decision, and Universe willing, I’ll find out that I really am Polish-American. (Dear universe, please, please, please, let me know what I can do to ensure Polish citizenship. I have a career counsellor ready to help me update my CV, I have an immigration solicitor ready to smooth out any rough edges. And uh, I’ve been doing a passable job of writing British-English fan fic according to one of my new friends on AO3, so there’s that, too. I’ll be pre-assimilated! Is that even a thing? It is now… all I need is that EEA/EU citizenship. )
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know I’m really Ukrainian, but that’s not going to help me any since they’re not in the EEA/EU.
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Feeling like shit again today.
Last week was a roller coaster and it really fucked me up. I felt just well enough to have one good day and then I relapsed.
Eh, yesterday was so fucking awesome, it’s worth it to be all headachey and miserable again today.
You can call me Wendell. Or Matty. I'll answer to both.
First generation Ukrainian-American.
Slytherclaw.
I run with wizards and play with swords.
I write fan fiction.
Never monetized.
Barely censored.
Keep watching. I might do something.
