The AH Coffee Shop and Reading Room 09

This morning's NYT hard Sudoku was surprisingly easy.

I've worked through the first half of my WIP, clearing up comments and typos. That would be good progress if most of my comments weren't in the second half.

Most significant comment came on the New Year's Eve party, where I found myself asking, "Where is this going?" If I have to ask questions I already know the answer to, then I figure the readers will probably have the same question. Not sure how to solve that. Maybe foreshadowing.

It's time to put the garbage bin out and feed the cats, then I have to go to work, which these days means turning around to the computer behind me.
 
I'll have my 36th birthday in September. Pops said that was his worst birthday ever. It was when he realized he was getting older and that he might not have the time and money to do all the things he loved forever, and that forever wouldn't last forever.
86 was a game changer for me.
 
Geez louise. It is still a scorcher out there. HX is just above 100°. I did not leave the house yesterday, nor are there any plans to do so today. C just gave me good-humored grief about my face stubble; I tend not to shave if I'm not going anywhere.

I think the latest episode is done and ready for editing. 8500 words, so that's close enough to my 10K per chapter target, and it has a pleasant ending. Also has a nice setup for a following chapter, so while the scenario is in my head I ought to get to it.

Oo. Speaking of "going anywhere", there's an outgoing bill in the front seat of the car that needs to be dropped in the mail. Time for shorts and a shirt to go get 'er done.
 
Geez louise. It is still a scorcher out there. HX is just above 100°. I did not leave the house yesterday, nor are there any plans to do so today. C just gave me good-humored grief about my face stubble; I tend not to shave if I'm not going anywhere.
We're drying out and warming up, but that means temp of 88F and head index of 84F.

I had a short-notice conference call this morning and remembered about three minutes ahead of the meeting that I hadn't shaved since Tuesday. They had to deal with it.
 
I don't think my brain was made for Sudoku. I can either solve it in four minutes or never solve it, regardless of the level of difficulty. In any event, it's going to be another hot muggy day. The promised pop up showers finally showed up so the weeds are now growing wildly again.

There's a fresh pot of coffee brewing and the teapot is hot. There are donuts on the counter. It was too hot to pick any blackberries so the cobbler will be done later.

I submitted my new story and it was accepted and a publishing date was put on it in under 10 hours. I guess even Laurel was waiting on pins and needles for my new story. I've started working on my next story and the first scene is coming along. I can't wait to see what happens next.
 
Still haven't shaved, and C just asked if I was growing a beard. Nuh uh. I don't especially want to look like my father, who sported a beard nearly all of his adult live. Not bad, I just don't want him staring back at me when I look in a mirror.

Slated to be 3° less hot today than yesterday. Really should do something like go out to lunch if only for our sanity. Have a sheaf of bills on the desk here to send off, too, so need to get to that after my morning surf.

The sequel - rather, the next chapter - is coming along just fine; wrote 4K words yesterday.

Thanks for fixin' the coffee as usual, CK. I'll pass on the pastries this morning. Cutting back to shed a pound or two, something I typically do in early summer as the heat seems to suppress my appetite. Quite suppressed at the moment!
 
I guess even Laurel was waiting on pins and needles for my new story.
That's always a nice feeling ☺️

Can't wait for the cobbler... blackberries are my favorite.

I got 3k words on the page yesterday after a week-long drought. What's more, all of that was inserting a chapter in the middle of my draft that addresses a pretty significant problem I almost stumbled over last week. I'll probably spend today finishing re-structuring what comes after to work with the new direction, but it is worth it. It's a bit of a tightrope to walk because there's 3 MCs and the PoV swaps every chapter, so I've had to be really careful about what order things go in or else you end up not hearing from one of the MCs for 5 chapters, which I'm doing my best to avoid.

Anyway, it's a fun challenge and I remain excited about it.
 
There must be a story there.
It's genetic. Ya know that grab the kid by the hands or wrists and swing them around game? Well when I was a kid we always played it by grabbing the kid by the arm pits.

Or if you're talking about why I brought it up, I spent all day with my upper arm just spasming and burning and it wasn't until after dinner that I was like, "Wait a minute, is my shoulder where it should be?" One quick talk with my SO and him feeling over my shoulder, and nope. Must've happened in my sleep cause I usually notice when they pop out of socket. Luckily he's got plenty of practice fixing these things and my shoulder/upper arm is already feeling much better.
 
EDS runs in my SO's family, my son is right on the fringe of a symptom based diagnosis. He pops out sometime, but when his cousin was a teenager, he averaged a significant separated joint about once a week. His parents made him ride in a wheel chair when they went to DisneryWorld.
 
And I thought I had bad shoulders. Can't play golf because they're so unstable. Never had a separation, only a lot of tendonitis and bursitis. Of us five kids, I'm the only one who hasn't had surgery to fix something.

Doesn't seem to bother my typing, however. ;)

Yes, face shaved, and went out for lunch! Huzzah!
 
Unfortunately, it wasn't a well known affliction when I was a kid, and the doctors around here seem to think it's a made up thing used by rich people to hide their abuse. So I've never gotten a formal diagnosis. Because yeah, once a week minimum, and that's just with household chores.

On the upside though! None of my kids seem to suffer it.
 
Unfortunately, it wasn't a well known affliction when I was a kid, and the doctors around here seem to think it's a made up thing used by rich people to hide their abuse. So I've never gotten a formal diagnosis. Because yeah, once a week minimum, and that's just with household chores.

On the upside though! None of my kids seem to suffer it.
I am sorry for you and glad that it wasn't passed on.
 
And I thought I had bad shoulders. Can't play golf because they're so unstable. Never had a separation, only a lot of tendonitis and bursitis. Of us five kids, I'm the only one who hasn't had surgery to fix something.

Doesn't seem to bother my typing, however. ;)

Yes, face shaved, and went out for lunch! Huzzah!
My shoulders only hurt if I'm awake.
 
Unfortunately, it wasn't a well known affliction when I was a kid, and the doctors around here seem to think it's a made up thing used by rich people to hide their abuse. So I've never gotten a formal diagnosis. Because yeah, once a week minimum, and that's just with household chores.

On the upside though! None of my kids seem to suffer it.
I rarely dislocate anything completely thanks to my over-tight muscles, so didn't get a diagnosis until nearly 40 (and they're still arguing about whether I have EDS or a different hypermobility syndrome, which at least makes the travel insurance cheaper).

But when my youngest was about six, it took a lot of effort to stop them just dislocating my fingers when grumpy with me.

The overlap between my friends, people with EDS or similar, autistic people, and people into filthy sex, is only a mildly bumpy circle.
 
It's another beautiful sunny morning but at least the heat's going to be more tolerable today. I'm going to have to water the garden today since the pop up showers missed us yesterday. The landscapers will be here next week to get the overgrown flowerbeds removed and replaced with lawn.

I've got a fresh pot of coffee brewing and the teapot is whistling. I made some cornbread yesterday so it's on the counter along with donuts.

I got some more writing done yesterday along with editing my guide to the 'Virginiaverse," updating it to include my latest story just submitted for publishing. I hadn't updated it in a couple of years so I had to add several stories to it. I'll be over in the corner working away on my new story. The backstory is going to open whole new vistas of possibilities to the reader ...
 
Man, toasted cornbread sounds really good.

I've got to go mow the lawn before it gets too hot. But I did finish my WIP revisions yesterday, added a second short chapter in the middle to shore up characterization on a second character and fix my PoV rotation problem, and re-arranged the rest of what came after to incorporate the new continuity. So the draft is at 12k now and the cursor is blinking at the end of the document again, finally.

It's pretty funny, because the whole time I've been revising I haven't actually re-read the last 1.5 chapters of what I have at the end, which is probably the lead-up to the first sex scene. And the whole time I've been revising I've just been assuming that I was rushing the sex scene and I'd have to cut most of that lead up because I was rushing it...

But, especially with the additional earlier character work I've inserted over the last couple days, it just works. It comes right after a huge emotional nadir for one of the characters, and the way I've unfolded both of their personalities so far it just makes perfect sense that they'd fall into each other's arms after the meet cute I wrote for them. That wasn't actually the problem I was trying to solve, but it turns out I solved it by accident.
 
I rarely dislocate anything completely thanks to my over-tight muscles, so didn't get a diagnosis until nearly 40 (and they're still arguing about whether I have EDS or a different hypermobility syndrome, which at least makes the travel insurance cheaper).

But when my youngest was about six, it took a lot of effort to stop them just dislocating my fingers when grumpy with me.

The overlap between my friends, people with EDS or similar, autistic people, and people into filthy sex, is only a mildly bumpy circle.
There are other hypermobility syndromes?
 
This may be a cautionary tale for @filthytrancendence.

My WIP builds to a single image at the beginning of a climactic sex scene. I've had that image in mind for a couple years now, so I wrote the story to reach that image.

I went back over the story after I reached the end, rereading and leaving comments on things to be fixed, and found a lot of problems with the sex scene that followed. I tried to fix the specific comments without getting far, then this morning realized that I'd basically just phoned in the entire sex scene. It was a mental slide down the backside of the climax.
 
Wow. Beautiful day outside. The "heat dome" has moved on. Currently 85°.

Temperature inside? 212°F. I am at a boil trying to use my website host's page editor to build a simple one-page site, and it is doing absolutely everything I don't want it to, and not doing anything I want. In. Furi. Ating. Infuriating! I nicely asked C to "go away" while I try to solve this puzzle, but at this point I've about given up. Dammitall! I can't even delete what the editor tool foisted on me!

That's what I get for "Why not?" invoking their suggested AI tool to build the page. Now I know "Why not?". I hate Artificial Stupidity more and more every time I touch it.

Other than that, folks... story in progress is coming along just fine. New swinger acquaintances are being schooled that they were doing it all wrong, and are being treated to a surprise orgy for their troubles.
 
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