Yesterday I developed the burning ambition to learn crochet, since there’s a sweater pattern I want to try. Despite being told this is madness and only topographical lunatics set out to do such things, I am undeterred. The kids, of course, never miss an opportunity for a craft store visit, so off we went. Now I’m learning magic rings and half-doubles; it’s been a long time since I tried something like this.
We’ll see where it all ends up.
There have been some changes else-web, too. I’ve had to turn off YouTube comments for a number of videos, and also take a number of them unlisted. The queue caught most of the awful stuff so most viewers never saw it, but I am tired of getting death threats and harassment for sharing my nerdy love of books. I don’t want to grant more oxygen to this particular issue, save to note that I dislike being on camera and I was doing these things as a fun service, not to make myself a punching bag for toxic neckbeards. If you wonder why I’m not doing more of certain things, the likeliest answer is, “I need to be writing instead, since that’s how my bills get paid”, but the second-most likely answer is, “I got tired of getting threatened, harassed, and yelled at.”
Anyway. The week has arisen; the weather is supposed to start getting better and there are intimations of actual rain soon. The next few days are all about copyedits for Sons of Ymre 2, and a pronunciation guide for the audiobooks. Which is weird because Ymre is a nonsense-word, the Sons do not use the Mad God’s name aloud even though they–and the awakened lirai–know it as a matter of instinctive sorcery, and also because plenty of the monster names are loving tributes to Lovecraft, Derleth, and Chambers so pronouncing them is a bit of a fool’s game.
But, like Gomez Addams, I am that dumbass. Heh.
I spent the weekend working on Gamble, and am about to dive into the escalating chase part of the suspense. Next comes a cowboy-themed casino, which will probably be set ablaze because that’s the Ghost Squad‘s method for dealing with certain problems. It reminds me of the casino scene in Hunter, Healer, which in my head was always set to Franz Ferdinand’s Take Me Out. I’d’ve loved to do more Society stories, but that would require a couple characters I’m quite attached to perishing, alas.
If all goes well, tonight I might begin the front panel on that sweater. It will require a lot of unraveling, cursing, and sobbing, but that’s all part of the fun. Especially with the weather shifting, which will mean I’m able to get back into my accepted level of yarn games. Fortunately I’m not in the mood for macramé…
…at least, not yet.
Happy Monday!