I need to ask you a favour: signalling what we are going to say
Listen to the author reading this blog post. by Liz Walter When we want to speak to someone for a specific reason, we don’t usually begin immediately with the thing we want to say. Instead, we often use a phrase that will help the other person get some idea of what sort of conversation it …
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Oh okay
Going to the pharmacy for antivirals and bandages when Wax is done with work.
This raises the interesting possibility that I've had headaches and fever for the last week without really noticing because I'm already miserable, huddling in blankets with no energy as my default state in January.
Reading Wednesday
Currently reading: Choices: An Anthology of Reproductive Horror, edited by Dianna Gunn. This one I picked up because a lot of the authors in it are my kind of people, and it's a cool concept. There must be a particular subgenre of leftist, author-led anthologies, and like. I want to fix that subgenre. I want it to exist, but I want to push it like, a notch further or two.
Part of my problem here is absolutely personal, which is that I'm intensely phobic of pregnancy and childbirth, and so in order to ping as horror in my brain, a story has to somehow be worse than my own fairly intense reactions to the subject. A few of the pieces are but they're mostly "wow it would be awful to be pregnant in a dystopian regime that viewed women as chattel" well, here we are. I have the same critique of my own writing btw. You simply cannot write bad things fast enough to get your book out before those bad things are just an accepted part of reality. Plus a lot of the stories are earnest, which is one thing that horror can't be. There's one story about an anti-abortion protestor that goes straight for black comedy and it is excellent; so far it's my favourite.
Interesting Links for 21-01-2026
- 1. Bid for massive AI-generated Glasgow mural given green light
- (tags:Glasgow art ai wtf )
- 2. Alternate universe in which Trump is a Russian asset is otherwise absolutely identical to this one
- (tags:Russia USA politics satire funny scifi )
- 3. A fascinating speech by Mark Carney, PM of Canada on how the world is changing
- (tags:economics politics Canada )
- 4. EU Parliament freezes US trade deal ratification after Trump's tariff threats over Greenland
- (tags:europe usa trade doom )
Books
Oh good: the problem with my Kobo not showing up in Calibre was as easy as I hoped it would be: dodgy USB cable. Phew.
So I have a lot of me-to-it books on there now, which is exciting. Good timing, since I'm off to London for three fucking days tomorrow.
And despite D's efforts at de-DRMing the ebook he got me for my birthday, the way for me to read it turns out to be to just log in as him on the Bookshop app. Stupid DRM! I've got a bunch of vouchers to spend on bookshop.org too, and it'll probably still be more worth my while to get ebooks than paper books, but it's not as sure a thing as the calculation would be otherwise.
Still, it's been nice to read the first 10% of my birthday present.
That Bandana Looks Great on You, Friend!
Thanks, Michelle, pup Juno, and bunny Magical Carrot!
Weather, emotional and actual
Today would have been my mother's 79th birthday. It's been 3.5 years, I still miss her.
Her sister, my aunt, is in hospital following a stroke last week, and not expected to recover. My cousins are on their way to Australia (possibly there by now) and hoping to arrive in time to say goodbye.
I walked to work this morning in a downpour with angsty-sad music in my headphones, and let myself cry it out while no-one was watching. In the last few minutes of my walk, the sun briefly shone through the clouds, and the music algorithm played me something more upbeat. I took in the moment of beauty, and walked on.
January Meme: Public transport Options while Travelling
Domestically: Well, it's practically a German cliché to complain about Die Bahn, but the truth is that while it truly is in a bad state, due to sixteen years of conservative ministers of transport defining their office as "lobbying for Mercedes, BMW and Audi" and endlessly delaying necessary repairs of the railway system, I still consider our public transport system my favourite way to travel within Germany. Both the trains, and in cities the busses and streetcars and underground trains. In most cases, it's possible to reach any given destination by train and from the railway station by local public transport. And one great invention that was added in, I think, the second Pandemic year, was Das Deutschlandticket, meaning a ticket you pay per month and which you can use for all public transport within Germany that is not - forgive me using now traumatizing initials - ICE or IC. (ICE in Germany means our fastest trains, to put it simply. ICs are second fastest trains. Both are the type of trains which can bring you from Munich to Berlin in less than five hours.) Which means that if, say, you live in Munich like me, and go to a conference in Hamburg, you do not have to buy extra tickets to use the public transport system in Hamburg, you can simply use your Deutschlandticket . Very neat indeed.
Anyway, the terrible state of our railway system means that currently practically every second long distance train is late, but there are a lot of them, and you do get notified at least an hour before the supposed departure of your train, so you can, using the Bahn app,, easily find a replacement connection. Well, most of the time. Not that people without a mobile device and internet access are screwed, and the are still a considerable part of older folk for whom this is true. Yours truly, in her fiftyseventh year of life, does not have this problem and thus can navigate the perils of the public transport system while using its benefits. Which I still very much prefer to taking the care, believe me. I am a German who isn't crazy about the Autobahn.
Internationally: Back in what turned out to be the last year of the Soviet Uniion (I think? 1991?) my APs and self spent two weeks in Russiai, one in Moscow and one in Leningrad/St. Petersburg, respectively. Among the many memorable things in Moscow were a couple of subway stations which looked like mini palaces, complete with chandeliers. I dimly recall being told these hailed from Stalin's era and were meant to demonstrate how well off the people were in the worker's paradise, which sounds like him, and of course looking like mini palaces does not enhance the usefulness of a subway station, but it still was an unexpected and impressive view! Also, the APs and yours truly actually managed to get to all the sightseeing spots we wanted to visited via the Moscow Metro and armed with a guide book and a map, so all hail the public transport system in Moscow in the year 1991. That same journey also included going by train overnight form Moscow to Leningrad (as it was still called), which worked fine, and while the cabins were hardly luxurious, they were comfortable enough for such a journey.
I also remember the main railway station in Madrid which includes a palm tree garden to relax in, which was lovely. And the cable cars of Lisbon from when I was there two or so years ago; last year, there was a terrible accident featuring one of them, so I don't know whether they'll still continue to be used that way, but they certainly were a signature part of the city (and usually you stand when using them, because they're that crowded.)
The country other than my own where I used the public transport system most often would be the United Kingdom. Generally, I've found British cars to be less comfortable but far more reliable than German ones, and the one time when I did a criss cross journey through the country on my lonesome, I got pretty much anywhere by train easily. As for the London "Tube", it's responsible for some occasions with much adrenaline pumping and transpiration from when I needed to reach the airport but was stuck in the Picadilly Line unexpectedly, but so far - knock on wood - in each of these cases, I did manage to reach the airport in time after all. Oh, and the one time I had to go from Heathrow to Oxford via bus directly, it worked perfectly as well, so good on you, British busses.
Let's see, what else? Oh, right, I once had a chance to housesit a palazzo in Venice for ten days which was awesome, and while I went everywhere on foot, I did take the vaporetto now and then, which was fine, as was the train connection to Padua when I used the chance to see the Giotto frescoes there.
The other days
Choices (17)
Janey Merrett – Mrs Geoffrey Merrett – sat at her desk addressing herself to the wifely matter of managing domestic matters and invitations. Having found the household books entirely in order, and making a note that they would shortly be putting the servants on board wages while they went to Monks Garrowby to the gathering of Geoff’s family, she turned to the invitations.
Certain dutiful matters that came with his profession – but ah, this looked very enticing! A dinner-party at the Rondegates – how charming! – everyone remarked, usually with a little air of surprise, what a pretty devoted couple they were – a deal of social manner –
And one might anticipate some excellent music! Janey fancied that the Marriage Market had suited Zipsie no better than it had suited herself, but she had been fortunate in parents that had not supposed wedlock the be-all and end-all of a woman’s fate. And had also been fortunate in encountering Geoff so early in the game.
Recalled that Geoff had lifted his eyebrows a little upon first hearing that that match had been made up, but had come about to admit that it appeared to have been based upon sound principles.
She was just composing a note of acceptance when came in Constance Allencourt with a parcel of papers in her hand.
Here, she said, are the completed tables for Lord Demington. It makes such a difference being able to get on with 'em in quiet and without interruption.
Janey took the bundle and smiled at Constance, that was one of the young ladies at the college in Bedford Square that also attended the informal classes in more advanced mathematics held by Ambrose Jolliffe in Janey’s drawing-room, and had very considerable aptitude in that direction. A rather sad tale – father a clergyman in a penurious parish in those suburban parts proliferating south of the river – large numbers of brothers and sisters to be educated – a mother now in ill-health –
Janey and other friends were looking about for remunerative work for Constance – this matter of statistical tables for Artie’s agricultural syndicate was one, and they had found some posts for tutoring.
I suppose, she said, that the Ferrabys will have gone to Firlbrough during the election.
Constance sighed and said, 'twas so. A great pity, because Miss Wallace came on exceedingly – but, she added with a lightening expression, there is some possibility that the school that she and the Misses Ferraby attend might consider offering classes in more advanced mathematics, I have had some discussion with the headmistress already.
O Constance, that would be wonderful! But do you sit down, and I will ring for tea, I am almost finished here myself.
Constance sat down, looking about the room with considerable appreciation, and then a sigh. It frets Mama so, she said, that our furniture is so worn, but what can one expect with a growing family? At least we may keep Papa’s study nice, and the children out of it.
Tea and a quite lavishly-supplied cake-stand arrived. There was still a deal left when both had eat their fill –
Would you like, said Janey, to take the remains back for your mother?
That is very kind – if only she might be persuaded to indulge herself – but I fear that she will look at these treats and say, o, the children must have 'em –
How very tiresome, thought Janey. Then said, well, mayhap that would give her pleasure?
O, indeed, 'twould, but I sometimes wish she would think of herself –
Janey nodded in a sympathetic fashion, and rang to desire the remaining cakes to be parcelled up suitable for carrying.
After Constance had gone she sat brooding for a while. She should ask her mother – or mayhap Rachel Demington – were there any charitable enterprizes that might aid the worn-out wives of penurious parsons – send 'em to the seaside or such to recruit. Dared say there were various diocesan funds to provide for sickly clergymen, but perchance not their spouses.
As she mused, came in Bufton with a card on the silver tray.
Janey picked it up. O, indeed I am at home to Lady Bexbury!
The very person to ask!
Entered Lady Bexbury, as Janey rang for more tea, and they exchanged the conventional greetings – exchanged the latest news of Janey’s mother &C – until Clorinda was seated in a comfortable chair with teacup in hand.
Janey rather impetuous immediately opened her concern: Clorinda blinked a little, looked into her cup as if the tealeaves might contain a message, and remarked that indeed the life of a clergyman’s wife might be a hard one. Here they saw dear Agnes Lucas and Lady Agatha entirely flourishing, but one must consider that, quite apart from Hugh Lucas having a very snug living indeed, they both have their own fortunes, they are not having to scrimp and make over clothes &C. And too many of the clergy felt that they were obliged to set an example of increasing and multiplying –
Janey, who fancied that that might be something of the problem with Mrs Allencourt, with the number of Constance’s sisters and brothers, blushed.
Hmmm. Well, I do not know of any specific charity – but I will go consult the dear Bishop, that I daresay may have a notion about these things –
All Clorinda’s acquaintance were highly amuzed by this unexpected friendship with the Bishop of Wyreminster.
She took her little memorandum book out of her reticule and made a note. But, my dear, I came to approach you in a very different matter.
Janey sat up.
'Tis some years now since Tommie Thorne was here, and that young Cambridge don Henry Hackstead was quite at your feet –
He was not at my feet! He was providing me with tuition in mathematics –
Yes, my dear, of course. But anyway, they were having discourse of Tommie’s father’s researches on the mathematics of card-play –
Oh, indeed, that was very fascinating – should have liked to keep that up, but I do not think the parents of the young women that attend my conversaziones would be quite so agreeable did they hear that I set up a card-table, even was’t for the purpose of mathematical investigation.
Well, Janey dear, I fancy I have a task to your hand that you may find intriguing.
Clorinda put down her cup, and explained the situation.
Of course one had heard of ladies that were devoted to cards, but none of 'em were in any set she was in, and they sounded to be not interested in the fascinating mathematical questions that there were. Also that there were ladies that liked to play high, that struck Janey, brought up by that careful household and estate manager Lady Jane and a father who, though daring in naval warfare, was not given to financial imprudence, as a foolish enterprize.
Unless, of course, one had a very sound apprehension of the underlying mathematical principles –
So, there is a strong suspicion that these ladies are not playing straight and rooking the ladies that attend their salon as if 'twere a gaming hell.
Janey got up and walked about the room a little, crying, what beasts!
Why, there is Lady Venchall separated from her husband, and Mrs Bramby a widow whose husband left naught but debts, one fancies they must be in some straits – but sure one cannot like that the play is not straight. Now, my proposition is, Leda Hacker will convey you a little tuition in how to spot cogging – and I daresay your understanding of play would also convey you certain suspicions – while Lady Lucretia Grigson already has the entrée to that set and could introduce you there.
Janey began to smile. O, this sounds like fine sport! she said.
La, you are the dear Admiral’s daughter! – though I fancy he would have gone in with a horsewhip – the dear creature – You must, of course, talk this over with Geoff –
Talk what over with Geoff? enquired Mr Merrett entering somewhat unexpected and coming over to kiss his wife and shake Clorinda’s hand. No, pray do not ring for fresh tea, I will go make myself a whisky and soda.
He came and sat down and looked at 'em with his famed piercing gaze.
Fie, said Clorinda, do not use your courtroom tricks upon us, Geoffrey Merrett! No, I will happily disclose what we are about, and I fancy 'tis one of those matters where the law can do naught but one may be able to do somewhat to bring about justice.
Geoff laughed, and sipped at his glass, and remarked that he had heard MacDonald refer to her as Madame Nemesis.
O, poo-poo, 'tis an antient joke betwixt us. She went on to disclose the matter to Geoff, that remarked that indeed one recollected the Venchall scandal – the crim. con case, the separation – Venchall in no urgency to proceed to the tiresome expense of a divorce, three thriving sons, maintains a cozy establishment in St John’s Wood, so no imperative need to remarry – the lover ratted –
I fancy, said Clorinda drily, that he was just the unfortunate that got caught in flagrante. Or so Hattie Nixon will have it. But to return to our muttons of this device: here is dear Janey, that does not only have this capacity in mathematics that is most out of the common – and not just among our sex! – she also has, have we not perceived over the years, a considerable dramatique talent?
Oh! Janey raised her hands to her face.
For I had not yet proceeded to the part where I fancied 'twould be prudent to present the role of a bored wife, that finds a deal of tedium in life in Bloomsbury whilst her husband is about the Law Courts – have these harpies heard aught of your studies you may pass that off as dabbling to relieve your ennui, but I fancy they have not. I am in no doubt that you will impress them by being in quite the crack o’ style –
She gave Janey a knowing smile, for she could hardly be ignorant that Sophy’s Thomasina – Miss Thomasine of Mamzelle Bridgette – considered her darling the flagship for her abilities as a modiste.
– we might desire dear Amelia Addington to provide a few hints –
We must be very glad, said Geoff, draining his glass, that you have never took to crime. Except in the pages of fiction, he added, for the identity of Lady Anonyma was hardly a secret among Clorinda’s set.
Clorinda blushed.
Just One Thing (21 January 2026)
Comment with Just One Thing you've accomplished in the last 24 hours or so. It doesn't have to be a hard thing, or even a thing that you think is particularly awesome. Just a thing that you did.
Feel free to share more than one thing if you're feeling particularly accomplished! Extra credit: find someone in the comments and give them props for what they achieved!
Nothing is too big, too small, too strange or too cryptic. And in case you'd rather do this in private, anonymous comments are screened. I will only unscreen if you ask me to.
Go!
Writing status/check-in/where am I at?
Reached a couple of milestones yesterday, and I'm mentally basically ready to shift back into working on my original projects. Just trying to remember where I'm at with everything. Also cool milestone alert!
Milestone alert: GYWO monthly goal for January, reached! ;)
With my pledge, I should write 12.5k words a month, and now I'll have reached it at least once this year!! It feels really good to start the year being on track. As much as Time Is A Construct, I think I should be careful not to set myself up for big editing projects in January in the future, in general.
I'm so surprised that over 5k of that was for a Spring Thunder fic. Like. I do write freely for tiny fandoms! But usually it's more like coughing out a vignette or a missing scene, or a tiny fix-it to deal with canon stress. Not a full hurt/comfort rescue mission. In the end though, I wrote it for the same reasons I wrote those shorter vignettes in the past: it feels good :D It feels right. It was fun. AND I get to reread and enjoy something tailored to my id in the future :D I was delighted with myself by the end of the first draft, hopefully that'll hold when I return to it for edits :D
Time-sensitive fics
I'll likely just let most of the unposted stuff I wrote rest for a while. Couple of exceptions I have in mind:
- Well I do need to proofread and post my Candy Hearts assignment. That would be good to do on time XD
- For my last 600 words to reach the milestone yesterday, I wrote something for Wind Breaker that will probably be invalidated by a new manga chapter next week. I'd like to clean that up and post it so there's a chance it can be enjoyed as-is for a few days before becoming canon divergent XD
- Not really time-sensitive, but I want to post a couple of BNHA fics to get them out of my mind. One was written 3y ago for a collaborative project that never quite completed its landing and I think it's long enough. I need to free my mind of it before I forget it even exists.
Original stuff
( Soul Thief edit preps Take Two )
This was supposed to help me figure out what to do this morning, but it didn't really help in the end! Maybe I'll see if there's a fic in an editable state. I know there's a couple of finished drafts in there, but for some of those I wanted to do a canon review first... Gah!! So many fun things to do, so little time :D
Fandom Trumps Hate 2026
https://fandomtrumpshate.dreamwidth.org/53196.html
Their list of non-profits they're supporting is here:
https://fandomtrumpshate.dreamwidth.org/53468.html
Apparently last year they raised $127K!
Fandom Trumps Hate 2026
https://fandomtrumpshate.dreamwidth.org/53196.html
Their list of non-profits they're supporting is here:
https://fandomtrumpshate.dreamwidth.org/53468.html
(Mods, could we have a "fund-raising" tag please?)
Not quite 365 days question meme 21
I rarely wear shoes. I own tons of flip flops. That’s what I live in. In December I wore socks three days when it was cooler and raining. But I have at least a dozen short socks in lovely pastel colors. Hubby cracks up that I wear flip flops in the winter. To each his own, right? Sometimes I wish there were three questions to answer.
Is everyone in shock with the show Heated Rivalry doing so well at AO3? The kudos and the comments are unreal. Has anyone read any of them? I have and so far they’re pretty darn good. I’m anxious to hear what others say.
Have a good Wednesday.
Midsummer garden
I'm still marinating in Heated Rivalry everything and it's helped with creating in other fandoms - an SGA and a due South secret Santa fic in late Dec and several SGA ones more recently for another exchange (will be unanoned soon). Gave myself for-real goddamn eyestrain from too much screen time reading and scrolling tumblr - inflamed, watering eyes, blurred vision, the whole nine yards. I'm being marginally more sensible about breaking up screen time with other activities now and that's resolved it, thank goodness. Too wet to garden, but. Anyway, garden pics follow, and here's hoping you're all doing okay! (Click through for large size)
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