Part Of A New Scene Up On Love Spiked!
I hope I didn’t info dump too much in this. Like, I’ll fix it later when I have more scenes to spread things out… Maybe. I dunno. We’ll see. It doesn’t seem too heavy atm.
Sylus will be snapping out of his trance soon. I’ve had to make so many names for this guy, and now it’s like, should I have been calling him by his birth name the entire time or his work name? That’s his big secret, his family name, something he doesn’t want to reveal as he breaks the magicborn laws, so that, presumably should be his name. But… like… he’s been going by a different name professionally for a few years now. Would he think of himself by that new name? We haven’t even gotten to his day job, where everyone there calls him by his professional name. Like, no one will be calling this character by his real name for the majority of the story… it’s probably weird that the audience knows him as a different name.
I’m both world building way too much, and also not enough (cuz I keep needing to go back and fill things in). I’m currently musing on property law… XD They’re going to break into Acantha’s house. Heaven Below is on territory owned by the same magicborn House by an heir who might decide he wants Acantha’s stolen power instead. There has to be some consequences with the locals… I’m scared I’m going to start talking about taxes at this point, so somebody better start having sex in this story before it goes completely off the rails.
But I’m having fun. Haven’t had to think about politics at all (still have with an amazing amount of rage, but I didn’t HAVE to). Been tired again the last week. Trying different supplements. It’s frustrating because sometimes my energy comes from immune responses and an underlying overpowering sense of suffering as my system is trapped in a chronic state of anaphylaxis. So being tired usually means I’m at least not suffering. But it’s chronic fatigue, so, like, I start hoping something will wake me up even if it absolutely sucks.
I’m missing Halloween this year. My favorite holiday. Don’t have it in me. Don’t have the energy to decorate, to make a new sculpture this year, nothing. I love my stupid monster pumpkins. There’s this fun Halloween painting I started… last year? Haven’t touched it. And it sucks, but I just feel relief that I’m not going to break myself trying to keep at a pace I just can’t do. But it steals fun away. I’ll still push to do all the responsible things. It’s the fun that gets stolen away. Like, the responsible shit still doesn’t always get done, but it absolutely takes priority. Just typing now, writing, it’s a job I’m trying to get back to, and I’m not doing any of the other things I was doing when I wasn’t writing, like quilting or art or embroidery.
There aren’t enough hours in the day, not when you’re exhausted through most of them. I feel like the kitchen is purgatory the way messes just appear after every time I clean it. There was a point I literally hid the majority of my dishware in the garage so no one could ever make a pile of dishes in the sink again. I might have to start hiding plates again.
I’m just bitching at this point. I want to make a pumpkin this year… I want to be well enough to want to make a pumpkin this year. I want to see a finished project that makes me feel like I’m still a functioning person. Instead, I’m trapped being tired.
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