Aug. 27th, 2015 10:23 pm
lyorn: (Default)
I can't decide on a key scene in a story, so I'm writing two in paralell.
And I have no idea how to do one of the big reveals in either.

Also: Is there a somewhat Shakepeaerian word for "con man"?
lyorn: (Default)
That went well.

- John Scalzi makes Schadenfreude pie. With chocolate.
- Wired has a useful overview about what was going on.
lyorn: (Default)
I just went outside to see the falling stars, which should be very numerous and visible this night, but the sky was hazy, and the city too bright, even from the not-reached-but-streetlights yard.

Other things:

It's too hot. Weather forecast says temperature will drop by 10 or 15 degrees on Friday or Saturdays. It seems impossible.

Work is crazy. With 1/4 of our team on vacation, I could put in 10 hours a day and the pile of things to do would *still* get higher. Also, shit keeps happening and I had a miserable headache today.

Yesterday night I stumbled on a story I had started before the longest writer's block ever struck, six years ago now, and I barely recognized my own voice in it. Was I ever that brilliant? It's scary.

Saturday we had a role playing game, flederkatz GM'ed Deadlands. Fun. Too short. We killed a few monsters that wanted to eat us, and broke into a secret base, and left as unnoticed as we came. (We think.)

We now have a chance to think if the guys we are after are really the bad guys. On one hand, kidnapping orphans and stockpiling what seems to be a hidden marine base in a place that is at peace only because of poverty and exhaustion is not looking good. On the other hand, we do not know exactly what happened to these orphan's parents (presumed dead after an earthquake where part of the town dropped into the sea) and we haven't the foggiest whose base it is, except that it seems well-maintained. There might be more than one group active here. Actually, one could make a very good point for two. So, shall we call in the cavalry?

Also, I got some of the best prune plums ever, and made the best Zwetschgenstreuselkuchen ever, helped by the heat, which made the yeast happy, and by confusing the amounts of sugar and flour for the Streusel, which meant that they got crunchy-caramel-like, and some butter melted out of the Streusel at baking.


Aug. 3rd, 2015 12:13 am
lyorn: (Default)
I found that I severely dislike the beginning of the Perry Rhodan fanfic I should have finished, well, years ago. Yes, it sounds like a teenager ranting about school, but it's also an info dump, it's incoherent, and it's boring.

I re-wrote 1200 words today.
lyorn: (Default)
I love deadlines. I especially like the whooshing sound they make as they go flying by.

I still managed to not to get run over by this one. (*is proud of herself*)

Now, try to get that site ballot on the way in time....
lyorn: (Default)
Yesterday was my choir's end-of-year party, with school holidays starting and our practice room being unavailable until mid-September and everything. It's a potluck, and this year I found that I had two hours between leaving work and arriving at the party, which, considering that about 1 hour of those two will be spent driving, is not a lot of time. (Yes, I know, and I regularly read that other women need 20 minutes to cook dinner, and 3 minutes to get ready in the morning -- let's say, I don't. I need 10 minutes just to cook an egg.)

So, I took liberties with the idea of a tiramisu: Strawberry curd cheese cream on cookies )

Party was nice. The recordings from our singing on Sunday had the wind roaring like a freight train, but as far as we could discern, were did not sing out of tune, even though we did have a lot of fuzzy entries. I could not hear myself singing, which surprised me: My pronunciation is so bad that I usually recognize it on the first line.
lyorn: (Default)
And then, yesterday, we were at that big choir meeting in the small town. Read more... )
lyorn: (Default)
Yesterday we were singing at a small village choir meeting. Nice. Despite all my recent (kind of) hang-ups about, well, everything, including (of course) music, singing was fun. When I'm on stage, the hang-ups have to take the back seat.

The day was hot, though not as hot as the days (weeks) before. After the singing was done, Gwydion, Ceridwen and I drove home and emptied a bottle of wine. I fell into bed around eleven and slept for nine hours. Cannot remember when I last had so much sleep.

For today, the weather forecast promised a mistral-like wind, and we actually got it. The wind was noticable but not strong when I went to the pool at half past nine, it nearly blew my hat off at twelve, and it was banging doors and windows, howling around the balconies, tossing empty trash cans around and ripping twigs off the trees at three, while the temprature dropped further and further, and the cloudy sky became the darkest, clearest daylight blue. Really remarkable weather, and I loved it. At sunset, it was 18°C. Yesterday at the same time it was 31.

Tomorrow we will be singing at a big choir meeting in a small town. I haven't decided yet what I am going to wear.
lyorn: (Default)
Life is busy but tedious and not worth posting about, so, a food post: Red Berry Pudding )
lyorn: (Default)
Ceridwen's visiting cat had been gone for three weeks, and she found that the regular owners had moved: Different name on the bell, no cat toys in the yard. The cat was a slender grey tabby, very well behaved, enthusiastic about being petted, and with a purr like a pneumatic drill, which he activated as soon as in contact with a human.

Yesterday he was back. Checked the flat, suggested he be fed, checked the food and then ignored it, got a round of cuddles, purred very loudly, and then disappeared into the dusk.

Seems that the neighbors did not move far. I hope he's safe on his new routes.


May. 11th, 2015 12:08 am
lyorn: (Default)
I got a sample of some organic body lotion in the drugstore. Today I tried it out. And now I'm glittering.

lyorn: (Default)
siderea on LJ on the Germanwings crash. Quote: "Suicide is when you kill yourself. The term for killing 149 other people is homicide."

Kevin Standlee on LJ on How voting "No award" in the Hugos work. Quote: "In the initial counting of ballots, we count No Award like any other candidate."
lyorn: (Default)
For January, I joined trobadora's Write Every Day. So what happens on Dec 31st? Read more... )
lyorn: (Default)
... aber vielleicht nicht ganz wie geplant: Mehrere Suchmaschinen zeigen Verlagsseiten nicht mehr an.

Short explanation in English )

Of course, no one could have expected that...
lyorn: (Default)
It's cold and grey and rainy, and I wanted something sweet and hot and filling for lunch and not spend to much time on it, so: Polenta with stewed pears )

Now I'm warm and happy.
lyorn: (Default)
I will be making that LonCon post, just not now.

Day before yesterday, I baked prune pizza. For some reason it turned out rather tart, although the prunes had been sweet. So yesterday I asked C___ to bring some cream (which turned into something a lot like clotted cream when I whipped it), and I made caramelised almonds )

Back home

Aug. 19th, 2014 10:58 pm
lyorn: (Default)
That was fun.


Aug. 11th, 2014 10:40 pm
lyorn: (Default)
I have finally managed to book -- not a flight, because the hassle around flying was enough to make me run screaming from the computer, fortunately Ceridwen was around to keep me from running too far -- but a train ticket to London. Trains are nice, especially because they create some temporal distance between "work" and "fun" and give the brain time to switch modes. Also, change of trains in Brussels = Belgian chocolate!

I have a membership and a hotel room, and a program, and now I am thinking about what I am going to wear, and if anyone I know online might be there.

One day of work left...

Edit: Removed friendslock.


Aug. 6th, 2014 09:40 am
lyorn: (Default)
It's the middle of the dog days, yet, thanks to daylight saving time, the bright part of the year is over. When I get up, the sun is not yet in the sky, and I bicycle through thick, cold mist and arrive at work with my wool clothes covered in silver grey water drops.

Of course, going home, it is still hotter than a nice autumn afternoon should be, and my bicycle is loaded with clothes that are suited only for the cold unholy hours of early morning.

Well, spending a little time in town after work, to window-shop and eat ice cream, is no fun when you are dragging around your winter gear: So at least DST saves me some money for what it costs me in daylight.

Did I mention I hate it? (Don't answer that.)
lyorn: (Default)
We didn't play today, because one player is on vacation, another has three tests to take tomorrow, and the one characters has been turned into a fox: This left the party with one fighter, not enough to continue with the adventure.

Instead, we had dinner, and the idea to play some broad games, but we got lost in talking.

Oven veggies and peaches )

In other news, I got Secunda from the repair shop today.


lyorn: (Default)

August 2015

2 345678
91011 12131415
23242526 272829


RSS Atom

Most Popular Tags

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags