inky_magpie

Hello there friend, call me Jay, Magpie or Inky. I prefer she/they pronouns. Created this space as Tumblr, my primary digital home, is in the process of imploding. My name over there is Ooooshinythings. I probably won't be deleting that for awhile, so please feel free to go check that out and see if I'm someone you might like to hang out with.

I'm over 30, swear frequently, will probably lurk around/rec smut and/or kink memes, and am fond of 'block' features.

Anti's, TERFs, Nazis, Trump supporters, and other haters can fuck right off.

10,536/5,000

Um, holy shit friends.

I know that I've talked about setting a low bar, and that I fully expected to clear my goal, but looking at all of the nonsense that happened this month I wasn't really expecting more than double my goal.

And here I am.

Look at all of those words.

At this rate I might have a finished 1st draft in 2022.

Today was a good day all in all. I was able to go visit one of the local used bookshops, which as all used bookstores do, has incomprehensible hours. I mean, they close at 5pm. For most of the last two years I'm not even awake at 5pm. (yay graveyard shift?) But got lost in the stacks for a bit and didn't bring too many things home this time. After the early closing time, I went to a semi-locally owned cafe (their HQ is in the major city of my state.) and had a bubble tea while sitting inside (gasp!) and writing on my tablet. Visited a nearby knickknack shop and picked up a few stickers designed by a local artist.

I feel like such a stereotype, but I mean that in the most loving way.

In the ongoing Vertigo saga, went to Urgent Care again on the 27th only to be told in effect, "yeah, keep doing what you're doing and we'll try to get you into an ENT, but um good luck with that."

The exercise seems to be helping, when I can remember/be bothered to do it. The last few days haven't been bad, but there's still a feeling of off kilter-ness.
I'd call it a one or a two on a scale of zero to ten. Zero being normal, not wobbly and ten being "If I roll over from prone on my back I will puke. again"

Even at my worst, I was at about a seven to eight. (walk in a mostly straight line unsupported. could pass a field-sobriety test)

7525/5000

I didn't write for most of the last week, life got in the way. Inner ear thing seems to have resolved itself mostly, but I've been doing my best to rest and recover. Granted, spending less time on the computer would have helped more but that's just not going to happen.

Anyway, I'm pretty sure if I keep up this pace I'll go over 10,000 by the 30th, maybe even 15,000. Which would be fantastic, if I can focus on scenes I want to go into Book 1.

I don't really want to turn this into a series, but it would be sooooo easy to. I already have a vague idea of what I would do for a 2nd and 3rd book, but since I have such a hard time finishing anything I don't want to set myself up for failure.

(I'm going to look back at this post in a few years and laugh at myself either way. I can tell.)

1,771/5,000

Wrote a bunch yesterday, continuing and wrapping up previously mentioned cute flirty scene. Most of it was hand written as spending a lot of time on the screen was making my vertigo-wonkiness worse.

Got no writing done today as I was at work.

Had ordered a bundle of pens, notebooks and pen case in purple (my favorite color) from JetPens as a reward for writing, well mostly. I had seen the bundle ages ago, but it was out of stock. Had gotten an email saying that it was back in stock and I dithered a bit about ordering something I couldn't really justify spending money on other than "but SHINY!!"

But on impulse I signed up for April Camp with a goal that seemed pretty easy, and then said to myself, hey... this bundle has five pens (well four pens and a highlighter) one pen for every thousand words should be a good reward, right?

Pen reviews will show up at the end of the month.

In an effort to keep myself accountable, I'm going to post my wordcount for Camp NaNoWriMo. My goal is to write 5,000 words in the month of April.

For most, the goal is 50,000 words in 30 days. But right now, that's just not doable.

0/5.000

Minor whining about health/job stuff under the cut

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I have a job!

It's the stockroom in a retail position, I've worked two shifts and they've both been paperwork. I don't have a schedule yet, but it's definitely part time.

Thank you all for your well wishes.

So I have this fantasy world in my head that I've been puttering around with for... well let's just say a long time. Its changed a lot over the years, but it's mostly been focused around three extremely plot resistant characters.

Grumpy, misanthrope who works as the brewer-of-potions at a hospital, Quinton

Quinton's hedonistic (adopted) brother, David

Wolf-shapeshifter lab-mate/ (female) best friend, Lilah. (Who's name has gone though SO MANY spelling variations :( for something that's said LIE-luh)

What I have setting wise has mostly focused on the hospital where Quinton and Lilah work but there is so much world out there. I have an entire non-earth planet to explore and I've covered maybe a thousand square kilometers.

( World-building details, trimmed for length )
All of this wonderful worldbuilding! Proto-plothooks to get snared on everywhere! Why, why, why!?! Do I keep focusing on one (1) jerk whose idea of fun and adventure is reading scientific journals?!

So, um, life kinda exploded on me in the middle/end of January.

I'm safe and reasonably healthy. No one is dead, in jail, or the hospital.

But said Event wiped out my metaphorical spoons and tucked my literal ones into storage. I'm currently staying with my partner Fox, his brother, and their roommate. And their cat, who is indifferent to most goings on.

I've been vaguely around, and will probably continue to be so until life sorts itself out.

Hey, still around here, just trying to find more people to talk to so I've been more active commenting elsewhere.

One of these days I'll get around to going though some of my old writing that I did for a creative short fiction class and post it up here.

I've been working my way though ysabetwordsmith and dialecticdreamer 's shared world Poly-chromatic Heros ( siliconshaman also writes in this world, but I haven't gotten to his section yet)

I stumbled into it with a poem featuring Shiv, a young supervillian who's had one hell of a rough go at life. I didn't realize it was was part of a much bigger world at first glance, but quickly figured that part out and dove in head first and I've barely come up for air since.

Ysabetwordsmith's index can be found here:

http://penultimateproductions.weebly.com/polychrome-heroics.html

Potofsoup came up with this vast resource, that if this were tumblr, I would have reblogged a ridiculous amount of times.

https://potofsoup.dreamwidth.org/5059.html

Please read.