butterflyghost

So, some of you may know how much I hate Christmas. Some of you may indeed have endured Christmases with me where I have thrown things at you, or broken down sobbing and threatening suicide. (Looking at you, James - sorry.)

Anyway, this Christmas was particularly bad, partly because we had police procedural business on Christmas Eve regarding Nasty Neighbour, and the action the police are taking against her. That was pretty exhausting, though Son and Heir stood up to the stress a lot better than I did, and gave a very thorough statement to the police. We've had it explained to us how the court hearing will go - Nasty Neighbour will be in a glass soundproof box with a guard on either side, so even if she yells at us we won't have to hear it. And if the court deems it appropriate, they'll put up a screen so we don't even have to look at her.

Not sure yet as to dates, but at least it's moving along.

Wasn't able to make midnight mass - would like to blame it on my back, but it was more the crushing horror of it being Christmas - again and the need to stay put. 

The day itself my son enjoyed - he went to church nice and early, sang his lungs out from all accounts. I stayed in bed till half twelve, then got up and pottered about, managed to go share Christmas dinner with friends from the church, which turned out not to be too bad. Ride, you remember Dan and Joy - well, Dan and the Famous One squeed over the RayV badge, and there was much cosplay with guys pretending dramatically to throw in their shield, or displaying it, saying 'Ray Vecchio, Chicago PD,' or 'Freeze, Chicago PD,' or 'Put down that cracker. You're Under Arrest.' 

What made it funnier was the fact that they have very British accents, and argued as to who got to be Vecchio, and who got to be Kowalski. In the end the Son and Heir decided he should be Kowalski, because he's got 'excited blond hair' and cool boots.

There was also messing around with daleks. Dan has nearly finished his - all it needs now is a voice box and some car paint sprayed over it, and then he's bringing it to church to help him deliver a sermon.

Still feeling fairly low, but not so bad as I was. Today is my last day of indulgence before starting on a diet. Weighed in yesterday at 13 stone three, and my body mass index is 26. Going to give myself three months to lose between a stone, and a stone and a half. I usually feel healthier between eleven and a half to twelve stone.

Still waiting on physio for my back - probably the new year.

And I'm going to try and finish some giftfics I've been working on. My first non C6D - post MASH. Working rather slowly toward a happy ending. (Hard to write a happy ending when you're unhappy, on the other hand it's helped me avoid my own angst, and the happy ending might cheer me up.)

Currrently listening to Julian Bream playing the lute. Hilariously enough, yesterday one of my son's gifts to me turned out to be Tom Wait's Jukebox. The songs that inspired the man. Perfect for my mood.

James - I'm still waiting for you to produce "Tom Waits For No Man: featuring 'I will always love you,' and 'Akuna Matata' from the Lion King, etc."

Despite the moaning, happy Christmas and New Year to all. Yay! I survived it!

So, this time yesterday, I thought, 'oh no, I shall never write again! My brain is busted forever and ever, I'll have to take to my bed and sulk for the rest of my miserable existence on this earth.' (Please tell me I'm not the only one who gets days - or weeks - like that?)

Anyway, TODAY I had to get up at stupid o clock in the morning, and I wrote A THING. And then, ANOTHER THING.

And then, about noon, I wrote ANOTHER THING.

And I checked, and realised that last week I wrote A THING too.

So, apparently, my brain is not blocked, and I do not have to spend the rest of my miserable life sulking in bed.

Weirdly enough THE THINGS that I have been writing have been gen. Or... actually... does it count as gen if there is no sex, but it's hinted that two men might be in a relationship?

In that case maybe only one of the things I wrote was gen. But definitely no sex in any of them.

I hope to redress the situation. At some stage. Soon, I hope.

Here are the things what I wrote:

Portrait of a Marriage  WIP, but is finished in draft. Won't be an epic, but eventually a happy ending for RayV. Benny, of course, is best man.

Question 589 words, complete, in which Bob (duh) asks Ben a question. Might not like the answer.

Things Our Parents Taught Us 232 words, complete, dialogue only, three conversations between the male leads of dS and respective parents.

The Boots 381 words, complete. Everybody obsesses about the boots.