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I'm alive and still haven't had Covid-19, but given how transmissable the current strain is, and the exciting new ways uk.gov seems to be finding to get just the right level of infection and death, I'm not sure of making it all the way through the three years or so I expect the entire pandemic to last.
You'd have thought that, since I've spent the last few years unable to leave the house most days unless someone is with me so I can switch my brain off and just follow (and there is no one so that means one or two outings per year for the last... three years?) that the pandemic wouldn't have made much difference. I don't go out anyway, I got food delivered anyway.
It has. I used to live through other people mentioning things they did, a lot more than I realised, to have that sense of 'going out'. Also, watching people go through their various breakdowns is not exactly fun, nor is wondering whether people have gone quiet because they're stricken, and whether those stricken will make it.
Writing fiction, writing bad fiction has been a huge solace. I have imaginary people to be company, in a world where things are either fine or fixable. Given I have chronic daily migraine and stopped being able to tolerate any painkillers at all, being able to be out of my head matters very much. No one is ever going to see any of my first drafts, and one of my more self-indulgent fanfics is now the rough basis for an actual novel I'm working through, my third of the last two years. This one is set in an alternate universe, and so can't suddenly be pandemicked out of sub-genre.
I have two finished first draft novels as a revision exercise, I suppose?
Posting fanfic is going well. The Harry Potter franchise is massively problematic, I don't pretend it isn't, especially since JK Rowling decided a huge amount of my friends weren't supposed to exist or live their lives peacefully and helped push some ugly reactionary ideas as 'feminism'. It had major problems even before that.
The actual fans, at least where I hang out, are pretty decent and the world is very, very easy to write fixits in, or extrapolate and embroider. It's like the world is just bad enough and just good enough to use and to want to fix, and just simple and just complex enough to keep straight and be interesting. So, my fanfic is Harry Potter fanfic.
Anyway, my happiness yesterday was by getting not one, but three comments approving of my last posted chapter, and that was a big deal to me!
How are things going with you?
You'd have thought that, since I've spent the last few years unable to leave the house most days unless someone is with me so I can switch my brain off and just follow (and there is no one so that means one or two outings per year for the last... three years?) that the pandemic wouldn't have made much difference. I don't go out anyway, I got food delivered anyway.
It has. I used to live through other people mentioning things they did, a lot more than I realised, to have that sense of 'going out'. Also, watching people go through their various breakdowns is not exactly fun, nor is wondering whether people have gone quiet because they're stricken, and whether those stricken will make it.
Writing fiction, writing bad fiction has been a huge solace. I have imaginary people to be company, in a world where things are either fine or fixable. Given I have chronic daily migraine and stopped being able to tolerate any painkillers at all, being able to be out of my head matters very much. No one is ever going to see any of my first drafts, and one of my more self-indulgent fanfics is now the rough basis for an actual novel I'm working through, my third of the last two years. This one is set in an alternate universe, and so can't suddenly be pandemicked out of sub-genre.
I have two finished first draft novels as a revision exercise, I suppose?
Posting fanfic is going well. The Harry Potter franchise is massively problematic, I don't pretend it isn't, especially since JK Rowling decided a huge amount of my friends weren't supposed to exist or live their lives peacefully and helped push some ugly reactionary ideas as 'feminism'. It had major problems even before that.
The actual fans, at least where I hang out, are pretty decent and the world is very, very easy to write fixits in, or extrapolate and embroider. It's like the world is just bad enough and just good enough to use and to want to fix, and just simple and just complex enough to keep straight and be interesting. So, my fanfic is Harry Potter fanfic.
Anyway, my happiness yesterday was by getting not one, but three comments approving of my last posted chapter, and that was a big deal to me!
How are things going with you?
