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alchemistdoctor) wrote2019-01-18 09:16 pm
alchemistdoctor) wrote2019-01-18 09:16 pm
Musings
Knitting:
I have a commission; one of my first, I've done one or two before but none were as specific as this one. The client wants a knit bunny, and I'm actually really excited to make it, so hopefully, I'll fly through the knitting. I go out to get the yarn tomorrow.
This means that tonight, I want to finish the shawl I'm working on. I used the wrong yarn and am still continuing, like an idiot, because I'm almost done. It's scratchy wool, which is the worst idea for a crescent lace shawl that will probably wrap around the neck, but I'm going to soak it in conditioner and see if that softens it up. If it doesn't, I frog it I suppose, and focus on the bun and the cotton lace scarf I've been working on for over a year now. (Lace is hard to do when paying attention to other things, and I'm definitely a TV/Uni lecture knitter.)
Writing:
I did write a response on the Sherlock Kinkmeme which I crossposted to Ficlet Friday, not to shamelessly plug my own comms or anything.
I need to get my thesis pretty much done before this term really hits me, but I have zero (0) motivation at all whatsoever right now, and the idea of writing it makes my soul groan. Once I buckle down and do it, it won't be nearly as bad as I'm making it out to be, I just need to motivate myself.
On the other hand, I actually want to write my fiction, but I am stuck on Posh Boy and have been struck by the research panic on LondonSea, so that's a great time.*
* LondonSea is pseudohistorical fiction, I.E. it deals with a parallel universe which is in the Age of Sail. Even though I made it that way specifically so I could avoid having to be 100% historically accurate, I still have large waves of panic that I am going to fuck up all the research and piss off historians.
When in reality, historians are notoriously passionate about telling others Cool Things about History, and I'm sure if I finish this and then ask people enthusiastic about the Age of Sail to beta it for a reasonable amount, they'd be great about it. I'm just nerves.
School:
I still have to write that essay on the meaning of Coming Out, the scientific sociopolitical baggage that we're going over in class, and why I keep getting bugged by it. Also, I have a pre-lab for Organic Chem that is easy as hell to do but I have been panicking about for no reason.
There's an underlying theme of anxiety to my days lately and I'm really pissed that Professor M has put a current of panic underneath the idea of school now. I actually love learning, I'm just scared of academia in general at this point. Do they have PTSD clinics for those traumatised by professors?
Plants:
I am a complete failure at growing anything that isn't a succulent, which is infuriating because I keep learning about what not to do, and then getting hit by something new. For example, I learned to freeze my potting mix before I use it, to kill the fruit flies, and I've learned which window in my house has enough sun, and I figured out which liquid food works best for me, and I know the difference between watering succulents and non-desert plants.
But my mini 'Christmas' tree (really just a tiny potted pine) died because when I bought it I didn't realise it was in far too small a pot (when I finally investigated, I found that the roots had wormed themselves into a fascinating spiral round and round the thing, trying to find room. Poor baby). I repotted it, but too late. And my Bob Ross Chia pet wasn't at the right window, so that's how I learned the other window doesn't have enough light. And I found out I can't grow chia in my kitchen because mould will grow on any type of soil in my kitchen. I don't know why; I just cleaned and sanitised.
So I've had plants die of three different things, and it's just upsetting. All I want to do is have some green in my house that's not wilting! At least my aloe still loves me.
I have a commission; one of my first, I've done one or two before but none were as specific as this one. The client wants a knit bunny, and I'm actually really excited to make it, so hopefully, I'll fly through the knitting. I go out to get the yarn tomorrow.
This means that tonight, I want to finish the shawl I'm working on. I used the wrong yarn and am still continuing, like an idiot, because I'm almost done. It's scratchy wool, which is the worst idea for a crescent lace shawl that will probably wrap around the neck, but I'm going to soak it in conditioner and see if that softens it up. If it doesn't, I frog it I suppose, and focus on the bun and the cotton lace scarf I've been working on for over a year now. (Lace is hard to do when paying attention to other things, and I'm definitely a TV/Uni lecture knitter.)
Writing:
I did write a response on the Sherlock Kinkmeme which I crossposted to Ficlet Friday, not to shamelessly plug my own comms or anything.
I need to get my thesis pretty much done before this term really hits me, but I have zero (0) motivation at all whatsoever right now, and the idea of writing it makes my soul groan. Once I buckle down and do it, it won't be nearly as bad as I'm making it out to be, I just need to motivate myself.
On the other hand, I actually want to write my fiction, but I am stuck on Posh Boy and have been struck by the research panic on LondonSea, so that's a great time.*
* LondonSea is pseudohistorical fiction, I.E. it deals with a parallel universe which is in the Age of Sail. Even though I made it that way specifically so I could avoid having to be 100% historically accurate, I still have large waves of panic that I am going to fuck up all the research and piss off historians.
When in reality, historians are notoriously passionate about telling others Cool Things about History, and I'm sure if I finish this and then ask people enthusiastic about the Age of Sail to beta it for a reasonable amount, they'd be great about it. I'm just nerves.
School:
I still have to write that essay on the meaning of Coming Out, the scientific sociopolitical baggage that we're going over in class, and why I keep getting bugged by it. Also, I have a pre-lab for Organic Chem that is easy as hell to do but I have been panicking about for no reason.
There's an underlying theme of anxiety to my days lately and I'm really pissed that Professor M has put a current of panic underneath the idea of school now. I actually love learning, I'm just scared of academia in general at this point. Do they have PTSD clinics for those traumatised by professors?
Plants:
I am a complete failure at growing anything that isn't a succulent, which is infuriating because I keep learning about what not to do, and then getting hit by something new. For example, I learned to freeze my potting mix before I use it, to kill the fruit flies, and I've learned which window in my house has enough sun, and I figured out which liquid food works best for me, and I know the difference between watering succulents and non-desert plants.
But my mini 'Christmas' tree (really just a tiny potted pine) died because when I bought it I didn't realise it was in far too small a pot (when I finally investigated, I found that the roots had wormed themselves into a fascinating spiral round and round the thing, trying to find room. Poor baby). I repotted it, but too late. And my Bob Ross Chia pet wasn't at the right window, so that's how I learned the other window doesn't have enough light. And I found out I can't grow chia in my kitchen because mould will grow on any type of soil in my kitchen. I don't know why; I just cleaned and sanitised.
So I've had plants die of three different things, and it's just upsetting. All I want to do is have some green in my house that's not wilting! At least my aloe still loves me.