"The Guardian in Spite of Herself" is the sequel to "The Way of the Apartment Manager," which can be found in final form here on ff.net, or in beta draft with comments here on my livejournal. It also has fanart, which can be found here.
Here is chapter 10, in which we get actual plot development. Be still my beating heart.
I just finished the chapter tonight, so it probably sucks -- there are reasons I usually wait a day and do a rough edit before I post things -- but, you know, this story isn't the great American novel and I want to get back the sense of fun I have when I'm really into working on a story, so I'm trying to pick up my pace all around.
( The Guardian in Spite of Herself, chapter 10 )
In real life news, I have pretty much mastered the sequence of opening the store. Now I just need to refine the sequence until I have it up to speed. That's the art of the thing, the rhythm. You have to find the exact sequence, the exact timing that works for you. :-)
Also, I have examined my health insurance options and reached the conclusion that I have three realistic choices: 1. move to a cheaper apartment (that is, frankly, not hapening -- I hate apartment hunting and I love my current place); 2. keep on gambling that I won't get sick; or 3. borrow some money from my parents so I can actually afford the insurance policy offered by my employer.
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I think it's going to be option 3. That is incredibly galling to me, but my good luck with health matters can only last so long. My dad put it this way: if I have an accident, get sick, develop cancer, or whatever, they wouldn't leave me hanging. So if they'd end up paying my medical bills anyway, why not do it cheaply and up-front?
He's right. He usually is, on practical matters.
It's still galling.
Here is chapter 10, in which we get actual plot development. Be still my beating heart.
I just finished the chapter tonight, so it probably sucks -- there are reasons I usually wait a day and do a rough edit before I post things -- but, you know, this story isn't the great American novel and I want to get back the sense of fun I have when I'm really into working on a story, so I'm trying to pick up my pace all around.
( The Guardian in Spite of Herself, chapter 10 )
In real life news, I have pretty much mastered the sequence of opening the store. Now I just need to refine the sequence until I have it up to speed. That's the art of the thing, the rhythm. You have to find the exact sequence, the exact timing that works for you. :-)
Also, I have examined my health insurance options and reached the conclusion that I have three realistic choices: 1. move to a cheaper apartment (that is, frankly, not hapening -- I hate apartment hunting and I love my current place); 2. keep on gambling that I won't get sick; or 3. borrow some money from my parents so I can actually afford the insurance policy offered by my employer.
...
I think it's going to be option 3. That is incredibly galling to me, but my good luck with health matters can only last so long. My dad put it this way: if I have an accident, get sick, develop cancer, or whatever, they wouldn't leave me hanging. So if they'd end up paying my medical bills anyway, why not do it cheaply and up-front?
He's right. He usually is, on practical matters.
It's still galling.