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Spent the afternoon at -- if their propaganda is to be believed -- one of the ten largest water parks in the U.S. Took both my sons, and my knitting, and could not find a place to park to save my life. Turns out this was also Girl Scout Day. Soooooo many little people, in pigtails and screaming at the tops of their very healthy lungs. Oh, my head.

I am sunburned. But only on my right side! Apparently my hair in a braid being draped down one shoulder was sufficient to partially preserve my pasty white chest. ...The other half is a bright, angry red, obviously if I'm stupid enough to forget to use sunscreen the next time, I should just put my hair in *two* braids and pretend to be Pippi.

The water park was fun, mostly. I'm not fond of the rides, though the little ones loved 'em, so I sat in the (not dense enough) shade while they queued. (My sons are eleven and twelve, they stayed together, one's taller than me, I'm not a horrible parent, really.) I worked on my knitting. Pro: a LOT of people complimented me on my work, but they almost had to see it I was sitting on the concrete sidewalk and had to be stepped around. (Chairs were for food patrons only, apparently.) Con: I had to pay an average of fifty dollars for the privilege to sit there and do a couple hours of work with my yarn.

I get home, aloe vera up, and happily discover that the AO3 is better! Still not perfect, but better! I highly encourage everyone to consider donations to the OTW, if you're like me and use it daily for your fannish addictions. You can do that here.

How has everyone been? I MISSED YOU ALL. What's new?

HIIIIIIII!!!!!

Yeah, so, right. I'm sorry. I *swear to you* that I didn't drop off the face of the earth on purpose. See, I've got really weak ankles and there was this cliff--!

In all actuality, I've been working my rather-well-rounded ass off. My company seems to think that "part-time" is for anyone and everyone who doesn't actually hit more than thirty-two hours a week. So they work me that much, and I have a nearly forty-five minute commute to and from. Negatives: I'm exhausted and so behind in my knitting/crocheting it isn't even funny. Positives: CRAFTY THINGIES! HEY, LOOK, I CAN HAS JOB! PAYCHECK!!!

I've signed up for BOB, in that I really really really want to write stuff! And, as so elegantly quoted by tailoredshirt earlier today:

"The darkest lie we tell ourselves: that we and our writing are not worth a bag of microwaved diapers. Listen, I don’t know how talented or skilled or capable you are. Hell, maybe you’re not that great. But nobody got better by feeling bad about it. You have one of two choices: you can be destructive to yourself or constructive. You can tear yourself down or find a way to build yourself up — and I don’t mean build yourself up with compliments but build yourself up with skills and abilities and the practice that gets you there. You suck? That thought sucks. Get better. Improve. Aim big. Give yourself the chance to fail — and then give yourself a chance to build steps from the corpses of your failure so you may climb higher every time. You don’t become a writer by feeling sad about your self-worth. The only sucking you need to do is to suck it up and do the work. Everything else is a consumptive distraction."

Chuck Wendig

I want to improve! I want to get better! I want to not-waste the awesome restructuring critique that loaded_march did for me some weeks back! I will put on my big-girl panties and I will ignore my exhaustion (as far as I am able) and I will by-god write my Kradam plot bunny!

I love you all, and read everything you write, even if I never comment these days. ♥♥♥