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Okay, y’all, here’s the thing: the first of the Beach Week kids are getting married, next November, not far from here. This means L & I (it’s her kid not mine!) will be hosting the rest of the BW families, because they *are* family and they’re traveling a long way and we want them to stay with *us*, not some hotel, at least not until we all decamp to the winery that is hosting the actual wedding.
This means that I need to clear out the junk heap that has taken over my spare bedroom and generally get my house in order so people who are not my kids can stay here. This is… A Lot, y’all. I have already been overwhelmed by this, which is why it’s so out-of-control now, but I have 10 months, more-or-less, to do this. I want to go hide, but I want my Found Family to come and stay with me more, so I’m breathing into a paper bag and trying not to freak out.
Please prepare yourself for 2020: The Year of the Great UFY(My)H. (If I get too weird, I promise to make a filter and not be offended at all if you nope right on out of it.)
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getyourwordsout at the 200K level so possibly I will finish some of the fic that’s been hanging around in folders for nearly a decade. Possibly also one of the almost-there novels, too. Or, y’know, start more things to languish in the folders. Either way, words are words at this point, and it’s all good.
This is it for 2020: Dig out my house, write a bunch of words.
This means that I need to clear out the junk heap that has taken over my spare bedroom and generally get my house in order so people who are not my kids can stay here. This is… A Lot, y’all. I have already been overwhelmed by this, which is why it’s so out-of-control now, but I have 10 months, more-or-less, to do this. I want to go hide, but I want my Found Family to come and stay with me more, so I’m breathing into a paper bag and trying not to freak out.
Please prepare yourself for 2020: The Year of the Great UFY(My)H. (If I get too weird, I promise to make a filter and not be offended at all if you nope right on out of it.)
Also, I signed up for
getyourwordsout at the 200K level so possibly I will finish some of the fic that’s been hanging around in folders for nearly a decade. Possibly also one of the almost-there novels, too. Or, y’know, start more things to languish in the folders. Either way, words are words at this point, and it’s all good.This is it for 2020: Dig out my house, write a bunch of words.
