Aug. 7th, 2016

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Last night, Scott’s sister and her daughter came down, and we all went to Totoro for dinner. I had thought that was out of our price range, but Scott said that we saved a good bit of the money he’d budgeted for the trip and could afford it. Cordelia, Scott’s sister, and our niece all had sushi. I had a bento, and Scott had tempura shrimp and vegetables.

I gathered enough points in Ingress on the trip to Totoro to level up. I’m now level eight. I have the badges I need to make level nine, so it’s a question of the million plus points. I got about 70000 points toward that last night after dinner.

We walked across the Diag after dinner so that Scott’s sister and her daughter and Cordelia could play Pokemon Go. We concluded that Cordelia’s Pokemon Go problem is actually her phone, so Scott loaned her his phone to play on. He’s talking about upgrading his phone and letting her have his old phone. Cordelia made, I think, level five by the time we headed home.

The temperature was in the low 80s F, and it wasn’t horribly humid, so it was nice weather for walking around.

I captured nine new to me portals and got the second level badge for capturing unique portals. I was just putting level one resonators on things (because that was what I had the most of), so I wasn’t likely to hold any of them for very long. There’s a lot of churn around campus and downtown, so I always assume that any portal could be taken out pretty much immediately.

We crossed the Diag then walked two more blocks so that Cordelia and I could get bubble tea. None of the others wanted it. I think that bit was more than I really should have ventured because I very nearly didn’t make it back to where we’d parked the car even though we stopped for ice cream part way there.

By the time we got home, I was ready to collapse, but Scott had chosen the ice cream for me (I was too done in to wait in line and just kind of fell into a chair) and picked something with chocolate in it. I only ate about half of the single scoop he got me, but that was enough chocolate late enough in the evening, almost 9:00, that I was concerned about reflux.

I wrote about 2500 words yesterday, a complete story that’s an AU of an AU I wrote previously. It’s more people doing terrible things to each other because that seems to be what I’m writing right now. Today, I hope to tackle rewriting that story I wrote last week. I think I know how to work in the information/set up that needs to be there and isn’t currently.

Scott is finding that the first book in the Wheel of Time series drags as an audiobook. He hasn’t read it in paper, so it’s all new to him, but he’s an hour and a half in, and the story is still introducing the characters and spending a lot of time on where the main characters come from.

DW comments are being delayed even longer now than they were a few days ago. I just got a comment from two days ago. When this started, the usual delay I saw was one or two hours.

Scott and Cordelia are going to see Ghostbusters this afternoon with Cordelia’s best friend. I wish I could go, too, but a three day migraine is just not something that I’m willing to deal with. I can’t imagine any movie for which I’d be willing to do that.
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I’ve written more than a thousand words this afternoon toward making that story that needed revision work. I think I may have to double its length in order to make it comprehensible to people who aren’t me. I’ve also written about five hundred words of other stuff.

I’m pretty sure that I’m writing Merlin way out of character because every time I look at the books, I’m struck by him being very intelligent but having less common sense and initiative than God gave a turnip. Everything in his books just kind of happens to him. Which makes more sense when one realizes that Zelazny really was just making things up as he went along, throwing stuff at the wall to see what stuck.

At any rate, I get frustrated with the idea that Merlin’s entirely passive and naive, and I’m writing in reaction to that. I could see, more, him wanting people to think he is because it’s less likely that he’ll end up with a knife in his back that way, and I can kind of get Watsonian with it by considering that his books are him telling Corwin his story and that Corwin’s one of the people he wants to have believe that he’s not a threat. But that doesn’t actually explain the choices he makes in canon, the things that could be verified— or not—with third parties.
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Title: They Come Knocking Like Hearts Asking
Fandom: Chronicles of Amber
Pairing: Merlin/Jasra
Rating: M
Warning: offscreen rape
Tags: babies, captivity, alternate universe - canon divergence
Length: 4322 words
Blurb: "It wasn’t until much, much later that it occurred to me that it had actually been hugely convenient for her. Maybe it wasn’t Luke who left me to starve. But it was Luke who put retrieving me in his mother’s hands."

Merlin wants to live. Jasra wants other things.

Story on AO3.

I’ll get around to updating my website eventually. I just keep putting it off. I’ve got three fics that need to go up now, so maybe I’ll get around to it soon.

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