Heeeey guys. Last week life decided to land me with a mysterious case of the stomach flu that put me out of commission for the majority of the week. But while I was sick I learned a few things, aside from the fact that I would still rather have a cold for a week rather than throw up even once. For example: graham crackers do not make a suitable substitute for saltines - let that be a word to the wise. The worst thing about throwing up is how paranoid it makes me of eating any food at all. It probably takes me an additional day or two to recover every time I've had the stomach flu or food poisoning because it takes me ages to be willing to eat anything other than saltines and chicken broth, though ginger ale and sprite are a heaven sent substitute for straight water ><
Anyway, as a result, the shirt still needs finishing, though I did get bias tape on the neckline which goes a long way to making it look better. What I really need to do is finish the side seams and do the bottom seam since that fabric frays more than I shed but I can't do either until I've settled on the sleeves which is the big hang up. I can't decide on length and I'm getting tired of sticking myself in the arms with pins as I try to visualize the different options.
It's been almost a month since I started my school-less, job-less life so I suppose it's pretty sad that yesterday was the first time I've left the house during the day for something more extensive than checking the mail. Tim takes the car to work so I'm left with the bus system if I want to really get anywhere and let me tell you, I do not trust the bus system. It's a great program but they recently changed their routes and times and it seems like every place you look for route info gives you a different schedule so you can bet I planned the crap out of my little adventure yesterday and even then I was paranoid that while I was on the bus it would start taking a different route and how would I cope with that, huh? How?! Despite my barely controlled panic, I made it safely to and from campus. How old am I again? >< I went in to pick up my final short story for the writing class I had at the start of the summer and the fact that I couldn't remember what it had been about meant that I didn't argue with the B+ the professor had given it. We don't always write things we like, haha.
Autumn never lasts longer than a month here and if you were to judge based on the weather yesterday and today, it only lasted two weeks this year. The start of September gave us serious heat and sun but yesterday the temperature plummeted down to low 60s, high 50s with a cold wind. I love fall so I hope it doesn't disappear on us entirely but I hate that it means winter is coming [hold the GoT jokes, please] because winter is my least favorite season. Yes, it can be beautiful and all but it typically drives me permanently indoors because I can't handle the cold and with as wet as it's been this year, forecasters are predicting that this coming winter will be the worst that we've seen in years. I finally replaced my old sweatshirt last night which should delay my inevitable decent into popsicle-ism. We also got a hair clipper set as Tim was long overdue for a trim. Considering I've never used one of those trimmers before last night, I'm pretty proud of the fact that his head is still attached!
I had been running into mental blocks, trying to work more on my fantasy WIP and I was starting to despair about ever making headway when my brain suddenly switched gears on me. So I've been doing some research for another story idea that's been sitting on my back burner for a long time. I need to do some digging around and find those files/pages that I had worked up the last time I wrote for it but starting here with a somewhat fresh slate is also giving me the opportunity to look at the story idea and characterization with new eyes. The plot is about a kid who has been delivered on the doorstep of an uncle he never knew after his mother's death. It sounds so stereotypical when laid out like that but I am excited about the characters and how easily I'm connecting with them as well as their various struggles. I don't always feel like I have much experience to draw on when it comes to realistic fiction - my life just hasn't been that long or exciting. Sam, David, and Emi, however, feel very much like people I know and theirs are stories I'm confident I can tell. : )
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