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1. Tonight I posted all six extant component fics of my Narnia genderswap AU to AO3. You can read them here: As the Morning and the Night.
I have decided not to crosspost fragments -- by which I mean false starts and introductions that I plan to turn into proper stories at some point. Therefore, the only thing left to post is "The Courting Dance."
I feel a little odd posting that when it's still so far from being finished, and I don't even have a new chapter ready to go... but eh, them's the breaks.
(Or maybe I could take a stab at the Peridan POV chapter, using a 15-minute ficlet prompt as external motivation? Hmm. I may try that tomorrow.)
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2. When I got home from my reemployment services appointment on Tuesday, and bent down to take off my good professional-type shoes, I discovered that both of them had gaping holes in the sides where the leather shoe joins the rubber sole. "Oh, so that's why they were making funny squeak/spuff noises as I walked!" I said to myself.
Then I threw them away. And on Thursday I went to the mall and bought new shoes.
I came home on the #30 bus instead of the #13, on the theory that walking home from the Commons while carrying stuff would be useful exercise, and then decided I might as well look around Trader K's (a used clothing store) while I was in that neighborhood. You see, most of my pants are getting a bit old and are somewhat frayed around the ankles and/or slightly bleach-stained, which is no way to make a good impression at an interview. So I bought two new-to-me pairs and washed them in today's batch of laundry.
I will need to hem up the ankles, of course -- I decided years ago that this was simpler than trying to find petite styles, particularly at used clothing stores -- but I feel less at the mercy of my laundry schedule now when it comes to looking good on short notice.
I have decided not to crosspost fragments -- by which I mean false starts and introductions that I plan to turn into proper stories at some point. Therefore, the only thing left to post is "The Courting Dance."
I feel a little odd posting that when it's still so far from being finished, and I don't even have a new chapter ready to go... but eh, them's the breaks.
(Or maybe I could take a stab at the Peridan POV chapter, using a 15-minute ficlet prompt as external motivation? Hmm. I may try that tomorrow.)
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2. When I got home from my reemployment services appointment on Tuesday, and bent down to take off my good professional-type shoes, I discovered that both of them had gaping holes in the sides where the leather shoe joins the rubber sole. "Oh, so that's why they were making funny squeak/spuff noises as I walked!" I said to myself.
Then I threw them away. And on Thursday I went to the mall and bought new shoes.
I came home on the #30 bus instead of the #13, on the theory that walking home from the Commons while carrying stuff would be useful exercise, and then decided I might as well look around Trader K's (a used clothing store) while I was in that neighborhood. You see, most of my pants are getting a bit old and are somewhat frayed around the ankles and/or slightly bleach-stained, which is no way to make a good impression at an interview. So I bought two new-to-me pairs and washed them in today's batch of laundry.
I will need to hem up the ankles, of course -- I decided years ago that this was simpler than trying to find petite styles, particularly at used clothing stores -- but I feel less at the mercy of my laundry schedule now when it comes to looking good on short notice.
