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Sunday Snippet and General Update
Dec. 6th, 2020 07:12 pmI don’t have much I’m working on at the moment. I’m trying the SangCheng Month prompts, and the results are okay. The SangCheng troll also hit back, with one nasty personal comment and one that was just so weird it almost seemed like not an insult? I mean, I reported it, and I just got the email from AO3 that says they are “taking action.” However, no block feature yet.
I’m teaching poetry units in three different classes and struggling to make it Perfect. There are two weeks left of school before break, and I’m really hoping we can make it without a positive COVID case so we can be in class those weeks, but it’s looking iffy. This is the first Christmas I’ve spent in my whole life where I won’t have a single family member with me, not even my weird uncle (as I did in 2018), and I’m really trying to pretend it’s not happening, with varying degrees of success. I don’t know any of my coworkers well enough to really feel like it will be a good holiday, and there’s a lot of pressure to put on a brave face and make the best of things. I’m not even finding much stuff I want to buy to try and make myself feel better.
I don’t know. Things will work out. Things will get better. I will write things I am very proud of in the midst of those things I write just to keep the creativity flowing.
Speaking of, this little story, On the Line, is the one that I like best from the things I wrote this week. I like the pun in the title and the character dynamics.
Jiang Cheng curses, again. He really, really doesn’t want to make this call, but the longer he puts it off, the longer Huaisang will stay angry with him. And the pain in his ankle is beginning to get distracting. “At least this time, I can blame it on you,” he tells Dolly, the ten-month-old golden shepherd puppy Jin Ling gifted him for his birthday last fall. He can just make out her dopey, loving expression in the sulfur glare of a service light affixed to the tunnel wall.
I’m teaching poetry units in three different classes and struggling to make it Perfect. There are two weeks left of school before break, and I’m really hoping we can make it without a positive COVID case so we can be in class those weeks, but it’s looking iffy. This is the first Christmas I’ve spent in my whole life where I won’t have a single family member with me, not even my weird uncle (as I did in 2018), and I’m really trying to pretend it’s not happening, with varying degrees of success. I don’t know any of my coworkers well enough to really feel like it will be a good holiday, and there’s a lot of pressure to put on a brave face and make the best of things. I’m not even finding much stuff I want to buy to try and make myself feel better.
I don’t know. Things will work out. Things will get better. I will write things I am very proud of in the midst of those things I write just to keep the creativity flowing.
Speaking of, this little story, On the Line, is the one that I like best from the things I wrote this week. I like the pun in the title and the character dynamics.
Jiang Cheng curses, again. He really, really doesn’t want to make this call, but the longer he puts it off, the longer Huaisang will stay angry with him. And the pain in his ankle is beginning to get distracting. “At least this time, I can blame it on you,” he tells Dolly, the ten-month-old golden shepherd puppy Jin Ling gifted him for his birthday last fall. He can just make out her dopey, loving expression in the sulfur glare of a service light affixed to the tunnel wall.
