Settling in
Sep. 17th, 2016 11:30 amI'm all moved into my new apartment, which is actually a townhouse; I am renting a room and a bathroom and a linen closet, which closet is at this moment housing my suitcases, which happen to fit quite perfectly on its shelves. The bedroom is considerably larger than my bedroom in the last apartment I rented, which means that it looks a bit bare with more or less the same amount of furniture that crammed the last bedroom full, which means that I shall have to buy myself some bookshelves.
Or maybe a couch? It might be nice to have a couch where a friend could stay if someone comes to visit; the downstairs couches are not really well-designed for sleeping couches.
There is probably space for both a couch and bookshelves, but of course I have to think of the cost, too. (I'm working on a third Edmund & Timothy story to bring in some more money. I realize that I could make more money if I could write het novellas, but I seem to keep grinding to a halt on those, and you make no money at all if you can't finish the bloody things.)
I had my first shift at my new Starbucks yesterday. It's right across from a high school, which means that we get a rush every day at approximately 3:30, which I have decided to consider research for any future teen novels that I write. High school students are so energetic! Where do they get all that energy?
And also as yet incompletely socialized: yesterday we had a girl come in, sit down at one of the corner tables, and use the online order & pay app to get her drink, presumably so she could avoid interacting with any of us baristas. Did she meet up with friends afterward, or just sit at her table on her own? We got busy so I didn't see. But the second is an image of isolation that... might lead to a story, after some marination.
It's so much easier to come up with beginnings for stories than the rest of the story. I've been turning around another story beginning in my head, two girls who meet because their holds are on the shelf next to each other at the library and they're always getting the same books (I think it was
ladyherenya who inspired this), but I can't come up with a good idea for what would happen after that. I'm not sure "and then they have adventures like in Zilpha Keatley Snyder's The Changeling" is a viable plot outline.
What else? On Thursday Becky came over to help me move in, and she ended up staying the whole day to hang out with my new roommate and I, and we watched Pom Poko, ( digression about Pom Poko )
...anyway, aside from watching Pom Poko, we also had a tea party, which was very nice, and Becky and I compared schedules and made plans to hang out next Wednesday. (We will be watching Thumbelina. Becky informs me that Thumbelina is way less dark than Pom Poko.) I'm hoping to see her once or twice a week now that we're living in the same city; we'll see how this works out.
So far, on the whole, the move seems to be working out okay - knock on wood, of course. I was a bit worried about it, because it seemed so precipitate and came after such a rough patch in my life, but insofar as it was impulsive I think it was a good impulse.
Or maybe a couch? It might be nice to have a couch where a friend could stay if someone comes to visit; the downstairs couches are not really well-designed for sleeping couches.
There is probably space for both a couch and bookshelves, but of course I have to think of the cost, too. (I'm working on a third Edmund & Timothy story to bring in some more money. I realize that I could make more money if I could write het novellas, but I seem to keep grinding to a halt on those, and you make no money at all if you can't finish the bloody things.)
I had my first shift at my new Starbucks yesterday. It's right across from a high school, which means that we get a rush every day at approximately 3:30, which I have decided to consider research for any future teen novels that I write. High school students are so energetic! Where do they get all that energy?
And also as yet incompletely socialized: yesterday we had a girl come in, sit down at one of the corner tables, and use the online order & pay app to get her drink, presumably so she could avoid interacting with any of us baristas. Did she meet up with friends afterward, or just sit at her table on her own? We got busy so I didn't see. But the second is an image of isolation that... might lead to a story, after some marination.
It's so much easier to come up with beginnings for stories than the rest of the story. I've been turning around another story beginning in my head, two girls who meet because their holds are on the shelf next to each other at the library and they're always getting the same books (I think it was
What else? On Thursday Becky came over to help me move in, and she ended up staying the whole day to hang out with my new roommate and I, and we watched Pom Poko, ( digression about Pom Poko )
...anyway, aside from watching Pom Poko, we also had a tea party, which was very nice, and Becky and I compared schedules and made plans to hang out next Wednesday. (We will be watching Thumbelina. Becky informs me that Thumbelina is way less dark than Pom Poko.) I'm hoping to see her once or twice a week now that we're living in the same city; we'll see how this works out.
So far, on the whole, the move seems to be working out okay - knock on wood, of course. I was a bit worried about it, because it seemed so precipitate and came after such a rough patch in my life, but insofar as it was impulsive I think it was a good impulse.