don't fear the sun.

I was sick yesterday and judging from the (mild) headache and general not-greatness I woke up with an hour ago, that is gonna continue today. K. has been sick since Saturday, so it might be expected - and at least I haven't had to deal with her levels of coughing, my lungs seem to have been the only part of me actually doing okay? But still.

I had to cancel therapy today which might lighten up my week in terms of spoons, sure, a week that is gonna end in the summer house trip with my parents, but is never a good thing. Especially since my therapist will be on vacation all of October, so. No therapy for a month. Sigh.

But needs must, can't run around in the general public and get everyone else sick, too.

K. said she's stay home today the parts of the day when she isn't in meetings, so I think she's beginning to feel better, although a little coughing seems to prevail. I'll just be relaxing all day, probably roleplaying some and maybe, maybe try writing.



Little more than a year ago, last summer, I wrote a(n original) fic that should prove to be my gentle push into writing longer stories, after having written mostly flash fiction and short stories for years. It was 30 pages long which, at the time, was a huge amount of pages for me to write and even today, I'm very fond of this little fic.

that names punish.

I remember I mostly wrote it to work out some aspects of my own relationship to my father and to put it roughly, it's the story of a woman's relationship to the two most important male figures in her life, her father - a former prime minister - and her boss - the future prime minister. Are there things I would have written differently, had I written this story today? Yes. Definitely. But it is a nostalgic proof of where I was, then, and how much my writing has grown.

I also really like both Marie-Clarisse (MC) and Étienne Muller (her boss) as characters, having RP'ed them both, though at the moment I'm fond enough of Ètienne with all his flaws to even consider maybe writing a sequel to this fic from his PoV in which we follow his and Marie-Clarisse's relationship after the end of that names punish.

Might do that. Or might stick just to RP'ing him.



Whenever I write from that universe, I end up listening to Namika. I don't really know why, her music doesn't really fit any of the characters, vibe-wise, but the sound of German, the very happy pop-hiphop-ish beat and maybe her rather crisp voice somehow still gives me That Feeling. Tonight it's Liebe Ist..., a duet with French singer, Zaz, that I adore, as well as the always addictive Je Ne Parle Pas Francais, duet with French rapper, Black M, an also much adored song, but I like a lot of her music. Kompliziert has a fun music video. Phantom is catchy, too. Lieblingsmensch is the loveliest, coziest song I've heard, just to finish up strong. Namika can do a lot of different things which is maybe why I return to her, she covers a lot of different "feels".



Anyway, this entry is mostly to say: I'm glad that fic came into life. I'm glad it taught me that I can continue a piece, even if not writing it in one sitting and that, like nothing else, has really made my writing soar, even as I continue to learn. I like to look back at the beginning, where it all started.

And this is it.

Things accomplished today:

- wrote an additional/missing scene for the Napoli fic, pretty satisfied with it, too, though I still have to read the fic in whole, so I can see if it really blends in as well as I'd like to think
- began RP'ing a little again, themaidensays, a minor character from my Omina verse novel, and it's at a slow, comfortable pace, which I'm very happy about
- cleaned the apartment along with K., had made everything ready for when she got home so we could get right to it



Things not accomplished today:

- shower, tomorrow there'll be no excuse
- didn't get to read as much of the Napoli fic as I'd have liked, but did get the writing done instead



Slowly gearing up for Napoli-watching with S. on Sunday. I hope K. can drive me, so I won't have to take the bus, because taking the bus is always draining and takes half the fun out of any visit that comes after. I could always take the bus home, at that point I'll be so tired that it almost doesn't matter what I do, I'll be completely drained, so might as well sit in some bus and be a vegetable.



It's a quarter to eight here and I'm going to follow form and go to bed at nine tonight, I am so tired. So, now I just need to pass an hour and I can go to bed. Wait for the morning.

Tomorrow is another day.

After this weekend, I've written like the wind. Hit 100 pages in my Word document yesterday afternoon, I'm at 110 pages today. Currently at 42.259 words. I've just finished my fifth and final chapter, meaning that there are now only two epilogue scenes left to write and this fic will be done, first draft. I am insanely proud, not gonna lie, after the Omina fic, I was pretty sure I'd never write another 100+ page story again, but the process this time has been smooth and almost without real hurdles, it has been an altogether very pleasant experience. It makes me hope I have many more 100+ page stories left in me.