Going a Bit Archival-Like

Hi, readers–

It seems I haven’t had much to say lately and I am not feeling a strong urge to create in this format right now, so I suspect it will be awhile before another blog post appears.

All is well; I’m just learning to slow down and limit myself and take time to enjoy what I already have.

I spend more time sitting on my front porch and watching the neighborhood, and taking weird pathways home, so I can admire the country roads.  I always loved driving and seeing nature again (I grew up in the country, and it’s weird not to have the sights and smells of the country around me).

I drove through a local town that got left behind by the railroad that is now a commuter paradise, or would be even more so if people knew it existed and it inspired me to think about another novel idea which I’ve been brainstorming in Scrivener.  My husband and I are working on a project to build an online text game so we can both work on our coding skills and I can design the place just to storyboard it out.  Since I think in text and plan in text, creating a world where I can make my characters move around and interact in the right settings might help me with the physical description I have to work harder than the average writer on since I don’t see images in my head.  Besides, I miss unwinding with a good “scripting” session (repeated actions to “level up” a character) so I can feel productive in game as I continue to level up or gain skills while I’m, say, cleaning my office.

This project will use a lot of my time as I try to create a playground for my writing so I can learn coding (useful!) and also (hopefully) be able to get back to writing in general.  From there, I can start to heal while learning new skills (still coding and statistics) while allowing my muse some time to play.

This is not a career, but a hobby.  I am learning to have hobbies since my work does not consume me.

I think this is called work-life balance.

But for now, the blog will be hiatus-like (unless I get some revelation to share).

All is well, though.


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Zelda: My Furry Burnout-Avoiding Cat

We have three cats.  Tommy is older, grey, and was supposed to be a feral, but apparently developed a love for people since some nice person fed him a bit during his first year.  We’ve had him the longest and he’s going to be 10 this year.  Zelda, a former stray, came next.  She will be four this year, and we’ve had her also since she was about one.  Then there’s Baxter, who is our messy cat.  Someone else had him at first, then he got an infection of the sort that is more typical in unneutered male cats and they couldn’t afford to fix him, so the humane society did and he’s ours now.  He’s neutered now, but he’s got some odd habits that came from a life when he used to make baby kitties with other cats.  He’s sort of dog-like in that he’s messier, clumsier, and a bit too interested in my fuzzy blanket if you know what I mean.  Baxter will be six this year and he’s a black-and-white cat.   Tommy and Baxter are both tuxedo cats with white tummies, but Tommy is greyscale and Baxter is black-and-white.

Even though Baxter is our most dog-like cat, Zelda is really our odd duck.  A cat with medium-length hair, she spends a lot of time grooming and “posing” since she knows how adorable she is. She’s highly sensitive, and she’s the reason we keep what we call “happy cat smell” going on in the house.  It’s this pheromone that supposedly mimics mama cat rubbing baby kittens and is on a plug-in diffuser.  Because the house is large, we have three or four of them going and also she gets weird litterbox spaces with newspaper on top because she really has to have her own smell around her to feel completely happy.  She’s getting better as she’s lived with us for nearly three years, but it was a rough go for a while.  She’s the kind of cat that will pee on clothes left on the floor, but she won’t go out of her way to do this anymore, like she did when we first got her; she gives us a brief window in which to pick up our stuff or she figures she’s good to go.  She’s our anxiety cat.  We’ve altered our space a lot to accommodate her, and I know few people would do this, but she needs it to feel safe, so we just sort of carry on and do what she needs.  She’s quite happy now.

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