still alive

I've been so busy lately; haven't had any quality internet time at all. I found a job! Only temporarily: I'm doing contract work at the National Archives until the end of September. It's not perfect, but it's money coming in.

So my days are full now, and nights are busy with the gym and - starting tonight - drawing classes. I heard about a good deal for continuing ed courses and The Dude and I dediced that we needed to stop talking about doing it and finally get off our asses and broaded our horizons. Both of us were interested in art as kids and would love to pick it back up. Stoked about that. Hope it goes well.

Haven't had much time for SWTOR, but am super excited for the expansion/patch coming out. New planet holy shit. With two 50s and two 30s - and 4 level 10s - I'm awash in ready-and-willing characters. Woot.

Things I want to do: write reviews of the podcasts I've been listening to, write reviews of the Star Wars books with an emphasis on reading as a feminist, finish the Dragon Age alphabet challenge for Charade, ten thousand other things.

other blabbles

I really want to get back into writing. Since last years NaNo novel, I haven't done much of anything other than Dragon Age and SWTOR drabbles. I've been reading a lot more, and listening to writing and fantasy/scifi-themed podcasts, and I'm itching to get back into the habit.

It was a combination of Star Wars, terrible Star Wars novels, and damn fine fantasy novels. Star Wars inspires me, bad novels encourage me (I can totally do as well as these!), and good novels give me a goal to reach toward. And also the podcasts, too, since they make me want to be part of a community like that.

Need to: finish draft two of SQ, start draft one of T, fucking finially finish draft 12080234980 of P. Can it be done? Eh, no.

In preparation, I made another damn blog, this time over at wordpress. See, that is going to be my professional blog! Cuz I'm a Real Writer (tm) now or something! Sure! Let's go with that and not the real reason, which is I'm addicted to making blogs. I have this one, which was my main for a while; these posts get split and sent to LJ: stories go to one journal there and real life stuff to the other; my tumblr, where I've been spending basically all my time; and now this wordpress one. I've had so many others that died pathetically and alone.