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weekend, sunday six
Oct. 13th, 2019 10:37 pmThe pleasant not-summer weather continued this weekend, yay. It rained today, but it's been so dry lately I can hardly make myself care.
We went and did Top Golf last night with L & B & a couple of our collective kids. Mostly, this means I sit around and drink and eat cheese fries, while occasionally getting up and swinging a golf club, which is about enough sports for me. Also, the Braves collapsed in humiliating fashion; I am v. v. glad I did not spend money on tickets for that game. In TV-related news, I started watching Hell On Wheels Friday night and ended up getting through the first season today, which is, not something I really had time for, but whoa-mama are they working the morally-conflicted anti-hero main character and it comes gift-wrapped in tight jeans and boots and a lot of riding horses. My brain went ooooooooHELLOgooooorgeous and did not let go for hours at a time. (CW for blood and violence and language and blood and did I mention the period-appropriate (post US Civil War) medical procedures?)
I've managed to keep writing this week, so once more with the Sunday Six. Same thing as last week (part of a sequel to the last thing I wrote, the Star Trek Discovery post-S2 Pike/Tyler, currently going by the working title of relationships are haaaard in space, subtitled chris pike brings teh draamaaa. Last week, I said it was little pieces that were somehow fitting together, but now I can see where I'm going back and forth between the current day of this story and how they got there from the previously posted story (which means I'm writing present and past tense, depending on where I am, and when I switch over it always takes two or three tries to get into the proper tense, so I apologize in advance for any wild flippings that have slipped through the cracks here.)
( This whole thing is just one giant H/C fluff fest )
We went and did Top Golf last night with L & B & a couple of our collective kids. Mostly, this means I sit around and drink and eat cheese fries, while occasionally getting up and swinging a golf club, which is about enough sports for me. Also, the Braves collapsed in humiliating fashion; I am v. v. glad I did not spend money on tickets for that game. In TV-related news, I started watching Hell On Wheels Friday night and ended up getting through the first season today, which is, not something I really had time for, but whoa-mama are they working the morally-conflicted anti-hero main character and it comes gift-wrapped in tight jeans and boots and a lot of riding horses. My brain went ooooooooHELLOgooooorgeous and did not let go for hours at a time. (CW for blood and violence and language and blood and did I mention the period-appropriate (post US Civil War) medical procedures?)
I've managed to keep writing this week, so once more with the Sunday Six. Same thing as last week (part of a sequel to the last thing I wrote, the Star Trek Discovery post-S2 Pike/Tyler, currently going by the working title of relationships are haaaard in space, subtitled chris pike brings teh draamaaa. Last week, I said it was little pieces that were somehow fitting together, but now I can see where I'm going back and forth between the current day of this story and how they got there from the previously posted story (which means I'm writing present and past tense, depending on where I am, and when I switch over it always takes two or three tries to get into the proper tense, so I apologize in advance for any wild flippings that have slipped through the cracks here.)
( This whole thing is just one giant H/C fluff fest )
