I slept ten hours last night. I didn't even wake up around dawn. I woke in the early afternoon to a light pattern filtering around the door that reminded me of the late lamented Dueling Dragons/Dragon Challenge which I rode for the first and only time with ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
spatch when we visited Orlando in 2012. I took a picture with my desperately grainy phone because I knew the minute I moved the door to retrieve my real camera, I'd lose it. Someday I will live again in an apartment where it is possible to hang art on the bedroom walls.
I have spent the afternoon doing almost nothing except talking to people on the internet and drinking horchata from La Posada in Magoun Square, from which we ordered dinner last night based onrushthatspeaks' recommendation and by which we were rewarded with a damn near lifetime supply of pupusas revueltas and pork ribs drenched in thick dark mole poblano and falling off the bone. Rob said that I made such happy noises over the horchata, I sounded like one of the cats porcupining over a treat. It seemed almost impossibly delicious. Yesterday I was so tired that while I fell appreciatively on the food when it arrived, I had not noticed I was hungry until that had been the case for at least twelve hours.
The thing I was also too tired to remember to mention about "The Dead, the Wide-Eyed and the Legless" is that it is the first fiction of any kind I have managed to write this year since "Tea with the Earl of Twilight." I believe it is also the first time I have participated in any kind of fest or exchange—my fic-writing is so irregular and randomly inspired, I have never felt comfortable committing to anything that involves a signup or deadlines. So that was something of a big deal, camouflaged by unnecessary levels of panic. I have written so very little this year.
One of the reasons I feel like such a terrible zamler is that the world is full of awful things which I used to document more of my reactions to and now I feel more as though it is taken as read that we are all trying to wave while drowning and any hand flashing out of the waves is the important thing, but it does leave gaps in the record.
spatch when we visited Orlando in 2012. I took a picture with my desperately grainy phone because I knew the minute I moved the door to retrieve my real camera, I'd lose it. Someday I will live again in an apartment where it is possible to hang art on the bedroom walls.
I have spent the afternoon doing almost nothing except talking to people on the internet and drinking horchata from La Posada in Magoun Square, from which we ordered dinner last night based on
rushthatspeaks' recommendation and by which we were rewarded with a damn near lifetime supply of pupusas revueltas and pork ribs drenched in thick dark mole poblano and falling off the bone. Rob said that I made such happy noises over the horchata, I sounded like one of the cats porcupining over a treat. It seemed almost impossibly delicious. Yesterday I was so tired that while I fell appreciatively on the food when it arrived, I had not noticed I was hungry until that had been the case for at least twelve hours.The thing I was also too tired to remember to mention about "The Dead, the Wide-Eyed and the Legless" is that it is the first fiction of any kind I have managed to write this year since "Tea with the Earl of Twilight." I believe it is also the first time I have participated in any kind of fest or exchange—my fic-writing is so irregular and randomly inspired, I have never felt comfortable committing to anything that involves a signup or deadlines. So that was something of a big deal, camouflaged by unnecessary levels of panic. I have written so very little this year.
One of the reasons I feel like such a terrible zamler is that the world is full of awful things which I used to document more of my reactions to and now I feel more as though it is taken as read that we are all trying to wave while drowning and any hand flashing out of the waves is the important thing, but it does leave gaps in the record.
