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They took another 2 pints today. I *feel* okay, but a bit tired. They've taken about 4 pints of blood inside of two days. My hematocrit has decreased significantly and the headaches, respiratory issues, and aches have either diminished or disappeared. Basically. I'm feeling great. Also, everything has a sort of...hmmm...shine. Much like how I felt when I first started treatment for my polycythemia. Two days in a row the nurse has done damn near perfect. She took something that could have been horrible for me and turned it into an almost pleasant experience.

Oh, I did a year in review post over at my blog: http://www.ravensnpennies.com/2017/01/carpe-blogiem-2016-year-in-review.html#.WHWaxPkrKM8


Apr. 14th, 2015 04:28 am
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I headed over to my friend's place on Saturday and it took me forever to get set up for my "workcation." I hadn't been able to bring as many provisions as I would've liked, but my best friend raided his larder for me (I got lumpia out of it so it was totally a win). Sunday was mostly a wash too and I ended up laying down with a headache. Since then my schedule has been funky and I've been trying to keep up with the daily goals I've set myself (which I have been so far). I finally outlined that thing I've been meaning to for a work-for-hire project - looks like GURPS might end up with some realm management rules at some point (published or otherwise). I've also outlined and began my latest Pyramid article (my "ready to go" folder is extremely light at the moment and I want to pad it out some). My Pyramid Mentoring Group has been picking up a little steam lately - in fact, I've got two drafts I need to go proof that are in my inbox at the moment - something I'm going to fix right now. My and Antoni's GURPS supplement is picking up a little steam and we'll see where that goes in a few days. Ah well, of to do some more work.

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I play videogames pecularily. I won't play any games at all for weeks or months on end and then I will spend several days binging. I'm talking 14 to 18 hour days of nothing but playing the game. Then I'll reach a point where I'm done and don't want to play no more. I hit that point last night (thus I've been quiet here for the last few days). I need to read that GURPS thing that [livejournal.com profile] archangelbeth sent me and then give her my notes. I'm going to do that tonight after I finish my work schedule for the next month. I've usually done this as a mental thing - but I've decided to try to do physical schedule and see if I can up my productivity even more. We'll see. I'm feeling pretty good, but I slept in late. Bad dreams. My next infusion appointment (to remove excess blood) is Friday and then Saturday I'm going to visit a friend for a few weeks. Then back home. Anyways...I'm off to write all the words and read all the things.
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You hear that sound? That's me screaming from 10,000 miles away. Got back thing I wrote from editor with a LOT of issues. Issues that I know for fact I fixed in revisions. This is the THIRD time this has happened in the last week with files I'd placed in my Dropbox Folder. Luckily, I only had three files in there. Because of this issue, I've added a new rule to my submission checklist:

                             "Double check material after revisions and before submission."

Sigh. Still, it wasn't that bad - my first estimates were that it was a lot worse. It wasn't. Prepare for the worst, hope for the best, expect something in between.

I have my follow-up appointment to my hetamtologist's tomorrow and my stress test/treadmill on Wednesday. Thursday I hope to see an old friend and her two newborn twins, if only for a few hours. Friday I'll be catching on on the rest of the house/domestic stuff and Saturday I'll be gaming (hopefully). I might even end up going to my friend's house before then. Don't know yet.

For now I'm going to go finish up some game stuff and maybe modify one of my Patreon specials. I've got some more data on how a smithy functons and I want to include at least some of it.

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I barely slept last night. I went to bed on time so that I could get enough sleep to take the various medical tests and exams I needed too today. But my sleep was troubled by a particularly nasty night terror that involved a family I know being haunted by a shadowy figure. Turns out that sometimes you really shouldn't write about things that terrify you. This creature is going to be released next month on my Patreon, where I've wrote about it in ghoulish and exacting detail. But damn if it didn't crawl under my skin, carve it free, and wear it like a cloak. I musth ave woke up three or four times screaming as every time I woke up the dream "paused" and then "played" when I slept again. I just couldn't go to the doctor's office. I was too exahusted. I've rescheduled for next week sometime along with my follow-up at the hematologist's office.

I went back to sleep after doing the rescheduling and stayed passed out to nearly 4pm after my sister texted me worried. My new printer arrived (see pictures below!) and I put it all together and everything was great until my docking station DIED. If had known that it was going to die so horribly I wouldn't have bought the damn printer. Sigh. If it's not one thing, it's another. Now I need to figure out how to scrape up money for that. It wouldn't be so bad, but it's severely impacting my workflow and that's simply not acceptable.

I'm about 60% of the way through my revision of my player "handbook" for my GURPS Dungeon Fantasy campaign "Sicatra," all I have left to do is add how the magical system works. Should be more or less easy. And speaking of Dungeon Fantasy, the book that Antoni Ten Monrós and I are writing together has gone through its first round of revisions, I expect to be turning that in soon. I've got a good solid idea for another book, but I'll first need to get this one put to bed.

Ah well, off to the word mines I go, heigh-ho-heigh-ho-heigh-ho.

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NaNoWriMo has been banished to the depths of the Word Mines for another year. I just finished my book today nearly four days ahead of planned schedule and almost exactly on projected word count. All of this among my usual activities: I wrote four Pyramid articles (about 5k each), helped my fellow authors with their own gaming material, did some peer-reviewing, continued work on a super sekrit project, and managed my nascent Pyramid Mentoring group. Total word count this month was over 100,000. Yes. Quite happy. :-)
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Before my grandmother died, I tried to distract myself from her condition by writing. Luckily for me, when I write I go… somewhere else. I don’t think I could have gotten through the first month if I didn’t. I still haven’t really dealt with her death and to be honest – I’m not going to, not right now. I have other things to worry about first.

So basically with the help of @emccoy_writer, @sigyn_locke, and numerous reviewers (including my good friend and writing partner, @Vyrlokar) I’ve been able to put out 12 articles for Pyramid (2 have been published as of this post, 5 have been submitted, 4 are being reviewed, and 1 is being edited) and write a short story for the Midian Unmade Anthology. Each piece is about 5,000 words (about 65,000 total). This is also say May 20th 2013 (about 916 words per day). I feel pretty good about this number. So good in fact, I’m going to do something that I didn’t plan on doing for at least another year: I’m going to write fiction with the intent to sell it. I have no idea if I’m any good. I have no idea if what I write will be accepted. I have no idea if it will be viable. I have no idea if I have all the tools I’ll need to succeed (though @emccoy_writer has done her DAMNEDEST to drill grammar into my head, with some success). I do know that I am creative. I do know that I can write prodigiously. I do know that I am passionate. And I do know that I am driven to the point of obsession. It’s not that failure isn’t a option for me, people who say that either don’t know their limits or are not being realistic. Failure is an option…but that doesn’t mean I’m going to stop trying if fail. It means I’m going to try harder. It means that even if I end up on the street with no home to call my own that I will still be writing. I say this, because I feel I have something to offer the world. Many neonate writers often spout the same things I just did, but let’s see where I am in a year from now. I bet you I’ll be published. It might be small. It might be huge. But I will be published. I will have made money from telling people stories. That’s something else I want to be realistic about. I know that you don’t try to write for a living at first and even then not everyone makes it. Not everyone can do it. I think I can. I know I will. So busy writer stays busy. Driven writer stays driven. Keep me on your radar.

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Occasionally, I write poetry. Well, compose anyways. I don't do it often because in order for me to compose I need to be feeling a extreme emotion. Extreme emotions are something I try to avoid. I try to remain as level-headed as possible at all times. No, I won't tell you why. It's just usually better if I don't go to high or to low. Anyways, I wrote this about my grandmother. Her passing has left me...off kilter. She was a pillar of strength that I drew on in both good times and bad. I miss her. This poem is about her:


The Cold Cold Ground

I was there when she ceased to be,

We were crowded around as she was set free,

And when she was gone,

And that thought I did dwell on,

When they laid her down,

In the cold cold ground,

The others began to cry

But my eyes remained dry,

I shook the hands of friend and foe the same,

I spoke politely to all who came,

They didn’t deserve to be with her there,

But who am I to decide what’s fair,

They wreathed her in roses of white,

On her neck were pearls so bright,

Her clothing was pressed and clean,

In her blue blue coffin she looked like a queen,

When they laid her down,

In the cold cold ground,

The others began to cry

But my eyes remained dry,

And that was the last of my grandmother I saw,

As the earth opened beneath her like a maw,

I miss her every day,

But life is for the living or so they say,

By C. R. Rice


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