So we’re on fire by right where I live. I’m okay so far, not super close to us, but close enough. We saw flames this morning and the situation is ever changing.
Needless to say I am getting no writing done.
If it changes I will update here
Views of smoke from my office
This corner is right by my work! There you go, a glimpse into weekday life for me.
Probably should have the next part of WDPLUF up where you are reading this but the truth is this week has been…challenging.
Nevertheless I got a lot done on my updates on AO3, so that’s something.
My Christmas story is up over 10,000 words now and I am up to the part where I am writing sex. Which of course means I am stalling! HA
Busy weekend of stuff to do both Saturday and Sunday. Ugh. You know how I feel about that.
Next to update when I can is My Heart’s a Virgin. Things were looking up for our boys as Spock asked Jim to stay. So that should be a good update. Also All I Ever Wanted is after that. Spock and Jim are experimenting with memories and mild melds.
Anyway, we’ll see what I can get done what with work and socializing etc.
Friday is Outlaw King (not Wednesday like I thought…oops)
We aren’t ready to do this in the very near future, but M and I have talked about getting another kitty for Luna and for us. I’ll keep you posted on this.
In the meantime, be well, my friends, and remember to be kind to yourself.
Tonight was awful.
We lost one of our babies, Crazy.
She hadn’t been feeling right the last couple of days, throwing up and not eating much, so M made an appointment for her Tuesday morning. When we got home from work to take her, she was bad. Really bad. Hiding from us (sick cats hide). She didn’t fight us going, which is very unusual.
Anyway, after waiting for the vet forever the vet said she felt a mass in her tummy. They did an X-ray and she had probably multiple masses. She was fading before our eyes and after discussing options, we made the very very hard decision to let her pass peacefully. We were with her with she died. I kissed her little head.
From the first time I saw her, I fell in love. We went to look at kittens after we lost our old cat a few months before and M wanted Luna because she was short haired. My gaze had fallen right on a little black fluffy lemur looking kitten. I kept going back to her but M was stuck on Luna. So we chose Luna and the adoption guy said since she was a kitten they had a policy that you had to adopt two. I don’t know if he was full of crap or saw the love in my eyes, but I went right to Crazy and scooped her up. She purred and purred. It was love.
I cannot tell you how much joy, love, and laughter she brought into my life when I really needed it. There were so many many times she made me smile and laugh but only cry this one time, her last.
I miss her so much already and I will always will.
Okay, so this past weekend I updated both When I Loved You and Didn’t We Almost Have it All. And did a one-shot called Seriously. Not bad. Wasn’t sure I was going to get to update anything this weekend.
During the week I will try to get an update to my Kirk family story, The Ties That Bind. One may wonder where Spock is in this story. He’s coming. I promise. That’s the last one that hasn’t been updated since September. So I’m making progress.
Where My Demons Hide comes after that and I am on the course for the end for that one. I hope to have it finished soonish. Maybe when I get to it, I will just write it to the end. Maybe not. Because, I also need to finish the Christmas story and get serious on the T’hy’la Bang story.
The good news for those last two is they will be finished when posted. A really hard thing for me folks! HA.
Wednesday is Outlaw King day, so that means a certain actor’s penis. Yes, I will be watching. Duh. The movie is apparently violent but we shall see how that goes. I just want to see him, beard and all, LOL.
No movie this week as there’s nothing really out we want to see. I did finally see Halloween. I liked it. There were some head scratching moments, I will not deny. But for the most part, it was decent. Not It decent, but decent. Speaking of King, I also saw they are remaking Pet Semetary. I swear they can’t come up with anything new to make.
As I write this, my lower back is killing me. It’s hell getting old, you know?
Short chapter but it’s something to move the plot into the next part I’d like to happen
When Spock had not seen Jim for two days, he walked over to Jim’s house himself.
After ten minutes of waiting after he knocked, Jim opened the door. He looked a little beat up, a little worse for wear, and pale. He wore a t-shirt and jeans.
“Jim?”
“Hey.” Jim looked back in the house and then back at Spock. Then he stepped outside and closed the door behind him. “Hey,” he said again.
“You have been hurt.” He felt like he was stating the obvious, but Jim’s appearance disturbed him.
“Yeah.” He moistened his lips. “Got into a fight with him.”
“He struck you?”
“It’s fine, Spock.”
“It is not fine.” Spock made a move forward, but Jim put his hand on Spock’s arm.
“Can we just…go somewhere?”
Spock drew himself up and stared into Jim’s blue eyes. “Where would you like to go?”
“The city? Walking? I don’t care. Anywhere but here.” Jim’s hand on his arm dug in but it was not painful. “I’m glad you came. I wanted to see you but—”
“You did not want me to see you in this condition.”
“Yeah. My family’s fucked up, Spock. I just wish he’d disappear.”
“I will take us in my hover car into the city. Lunch perhaps?”
“Sure. But I have to…get my additive. I have these problems. I’ll tell you later.” He moved to go back into the house and Spock wanted to stop him, because he did not like the idea of Jim returning here. But he didn’t. He let Jim go.
Fortunately he came out a moment later and Spock led him back to his own house to get the hover car.
Jim was quiet on the ride into the main city and he did not comment when Spock pulled in front of a vegetarian restaurant.
“Is this acceptable?”
“What?” Jim’s gaze cleared, and he nodded. “Yes. Yes. Sure.”
After getting a table, Jim leaned back and gave Spock a strained smile. “So, um, I guess I should tell you about Tarsus.”
“Tarsus? You speak of Tarsus IV.”
“Yeah. I was there.”
“Jim—”
“I don’t really talk about it. A lot. I mean I see doctors. There’s one here in the city. She thinks, I don’t know, that I’m unstable or whatever.”
“You do not seem that way to me,”
Jim smiled. “Thanks. Anyway, um, I got poisoned by the fungus. A lot of did. The ones that survived. So I have to add this to stuff before I eat.” He shrugged. “No big deal.”
“I think that it is, actually, a big deal.” Spock found himself reaching for Jim’s hand and also feeling glad when Jim gave it to him. “If you ever desire to talk to a non-judgmental party, I am here to listen.”
“I-I appreciate that.” Jim’s smile widened. “This almost feels like a date.”
Spock felt his cheeks heat. He looked down at his menu. “Do you think?”
“Spock. Is it?”
His gaze rose to meet Jim’s, held those blue eyes. “Would you like it to be?”
“Never mind that. Would you?”
Spock gave a simple nod. Then he saw Jim’s cheeks turn pink. He nodded too. And Spock let out the breath he was holding.
“Then it is a date.”
“Our first, huh?”
“Unless you count sharing a bed last night.”
Jim grinned. “Totally counts. In a platonic way.”
“Jim.”
“Yeah?”
“I am sorry he hurt you,” Spock said softly. “And I do not want him to hurt you again.”
Jim nodded. “We’ll work it out, Spock.”
“But—”
“We will. Okay? Let’s just, let’s just have our date.”
Spock dropped it for now because he had to. But he did not want to because he could not stop thinking about Jim being hit. Hurt. It was wrong. And Spock could not just sit by and let it happen.
I have been re-reading for the last week or so, something written I think maybe 5 years ago now, perhaps not finished then, but started surely. Anyway, it’s a long piece and it’s Spirk, of course, because lately that’s all I can bring myself to read, fiction-wise (I am reading on my Kindle a book about poisonings and the beginnings of forensic science and the first actually respectable coroner in NYC, that’s non-fiction, and admittedly dry at times), anyway, I read this Spirk fic when it was first posted back then, it was something I looked forward to the updates. I admired how lengthy she was able to write it and its chapters because I am a very precise writer and admittedly, not particularly flowery or descriptive and despite efforts on my part to rectify that, I am unable to do so. I think I must have had a creative writing teacher who stressed less is more to me one too many times when I was a kid. Anyway, I am definitely digressing.
It’s an AU with both guys as princes and it starts out as correspondence between them before they meet. And there are so many really excellent parts of their story as I recall as I read it again. I remember thinking Spock was, perhaps too Vulcan and unyielding and a little too formal and obtuse as to Jim at times, and while for the most part I still believe Spock could have been softened a bit and there are times I still want to reach through the pages and rip off his bangs, it’s still quite a lovely piece of fiction, I think. Not what I would write at all, and I think, maybe, that’s a good thing. It’s nice to read other perspectives and other views on characters that are not quite our own, I think. It challenges our own perceptions.
And I like to keep an open-mind when I can. I am not always successful, I freely admit it. I am very human and filled with all the fallacies and foibles that go along with that.
I like to be challenged.
I worked hard on A Beginning, for instance, because I desperately wanted to set them apart from my AOS versions, and it seems from the comments I have been receiving that I was successful in that, so I remain very grateful to those who have read it and given me positive feedback.
I am still fighting a bout of melancholia. Part of it is my own selfishness I think. I’ve never been very good at sharing and now that I am having to these days, it brings out the ugly in me. I should probably curtail it. Or try harder anyway.
Time changes this weekend. Falling behind. That’s one of the things we had to vote on this year. If we should stop changing time and stick to one throughout. I voted no, but alas, I think it may pass. It remains to be seen what happens with that but this year, anyway, we still change.
And then, sometimes, I can be surprised by someone, positively so, who comes around unexpectedly, but not at all forgotten, and there are good feelings behind that. And I won’t say more than that here, but it is true.
What a crappy week last week was. Traffic was just awful almost every day. I had to help a friend Friday and Saturday, which was draining, finally did have today but I had to do laundry and dishes and I’m just exhausted and unmotivated.
Today, Monday, I had to drive in and I hope the traffic doesn’t kill me.
I am trying to finish up my OMS story which must post in November. Which begins Thursday in case anyone was wondering, ha ha. Then I must finish Christmas and get going on my T’hy’la Bang story. Fortunately I started it. Somewhere somehow I need to get a chapter of My Devotion done.
I’ll likely be quiet for the most part this week. Won’t get a new chapter of Where Do People Like Us Float done this week but I think only Kris and Jamie are reading it anyway.
Happy Halloween!
Spirk (with a small dose of Pinto) 