Making plans is good (for other people).

I'll admit it. Sometimes, in an optimistic moment, I attempt to make plans. I was supposed to be in Sapulpa today for an author's showcase at the library there. 

My arm, newest pain friend, vetoed that. 

I do, however, have an orthopedist referral.

woot

Then, because I discount life and its horrible fucking jokes on the regular, I thought I could finish "Canary: Out of the Shadows" by yesterday.

I only had ONE MORE BIG SCENE to write. Right?

DEEP BREATH

Firstly, I am a dumbass. Four/five weeks ago, it sounded completely doable. That's when I wrote the date in my planner. Life always lifes, folks.

Secondly, I assumed (bad, bad Crystal) that writing said scene would be fairly simple. No. Idiot. It's a hoedown showdown of monumental proportions with over half a dozen beings going at it. I need cinematography in my wee brain. Then I can jot. It will unfold like that for me. 

At least, that's the usual and what I'm REALLY REALLY hoping happens.

Thirdly, this next week? 😑

I pick up my sister from the airport Tuesday. Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday...I have appts. Thursday, I have two. And then I exhale, and it's Thanksgiving.

🤨

Exsqueeze me? Baking powder?

Thank the Lord that it's not THIS WEEK.

I keep thinking that something will slow down. You know, except my body. I am sadly mistaken every damn time.

But after Thanksgiving, I think there will be a slight lull (am I gaslighting myself? I'm gaslighting myself, aren't I???) until Christmas.

Ah, well. It is what it is.

Googlings for today:

orb weaver

Darwin's bark spiders

mythology of the Phoenix

villain origin story of banshees

tendrils of death

brinicle

Nyx's completely scary ass children

Have a good weekend!