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* I am surfing the crimson tide and as a result, I am so tired and couldn't sleep last night. Couldn't fall asleep, couldn't stay asleep, felt like my skin was crawling all night. Blech. I would have punched a baby for a snow day today.
* I had been spinning this Shetland and was working on my biggest skein yet and it got totally fucked up, not in the spinning but the . . . .skeining. I am definately getting to the point where I need a swift. For now, I will borrow a bf's hands. I just started spinning BFL and it is a v. mannerly wool as![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
geeksdoitbetter suggested. Softer too. Plus I just love the name.
* JohnM doesn't really know what spinning is ("I assumed it involved a bicycle."). I will explain my (simplified) process. Please note it may not be exactly as I was properly taught but what mutant procedure I have adapted:
1. Start with this.
2. Draft fiber into something like this by pulling like taffy. This can be done before or during spinning depending on your skill and neuorsis level.
3. Using a drop spindle I will attempt to spin what is called singles (what you see wound around the bottom of the spindle). The roving will break a lot and I will curse a lot.
4. I will then put the singles into a v. small skein like structure as I failboat with using a gravity pull ball or whatever the fuck it is.
5. Then I will use the drop spindle and spin it in reverse! The roving will break a lot and I will curse a lot.
6. Repeat step 4.
7. I will then take the two ends of my singles and spin it into two ply yarn (let's pretend it looks like this, instead of this (and please note, that was the woman's first yarn bit, now she makes 3-ply yarn that looks store bought so maybe there's hope for me ;p), though I'm getting closer to a.). Tada! Yarn for your face!
* I wrote 1,200 words yesterday. For a full time writer, that's a drop in the bucket. For someone who works closer to full time than part time, it's a lot. I am reminded of my husband![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-syndicated.gif)
terrancezdunich's somewhat NSFW entry on the cooling off period. Sadly, I am not in the cooling off period, I'm still hacking and slashing. My social life is dying, my house duties are lapsing, I don't really look all that hot. It's just spinning, spinning, spinning. Now that I don't have to follow anybody's ruuuuuuuuuules on being a hot chick with a bad reputation (and she's a widow! so it's okay by regency standards!) or that she was never allowed to love anyone ever before, their relationship is coming together nicely. Typically, the regency man in romance needs to be BROODING and SORT OF MEAN TO THE HERIONE and a RAKE. I'm like what if they're both sort of dorks in their own way and act more like Pam/Jim from The Office rather than Scarlett/Rhett? People really liked watching their relationship! They were funny and cute and I teared up a little bit at the wedding episode. So we'll see. It's an experiment.
* But similtaniously, I'm losing my will to life. I'm so tired. I'm the opposite of sex right now. It's really much harder work than I thought it would be, I have to keep re-researching things. And of course my demons are noisy. YOU ARE SPENDING ALL THIS TIME REWRITING THIS STUPID STORY FOR THE THIRD TIME THAT NOBODY WANTS AND NO ONE WILL EVER BUY AND INSTEAD OF SPENDING TIME DOING NONPRODUCTIVE FUN THINGS LIKE FUCKING AROUND WITH YOUR FRIENDS, GOING TO NAUGHTY BINGO, OR WATCHING AN ENTIRE TV SERIES. LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSER.
There. Must. Be. More. Than. This. Provincial. Life.
* Luckily J*1 and J*2 are v. understanding. My supersexy date night withshardkin entailed him cooking me dinner (strip steak in wine sauce with homemade mac and cheese with cauliflower), hanging out sans tv and letting me bug him constantly, and then spinning. I am grateful for this. Incredibly grateful to the friends and family and lovers who support my art, even if it hasn't paid very much at all yet and it is not known when it will start.
* I had been spinning this Shetland and was working on my biggest skein yet and it got totally fucked up, not in the spinning but the . . . .skeining. I am definately getting to the point where I need a swift. For now, I will borrow a bf's hands. I just started spinning BFL and it is a v. mannerly wool as
geeksdoitbetter suggested. Softer too. Plus I just love the name.* JohnM doesn't really know what spinning is ("I assumed it involved a bicycle."). I will explain my (simplified) process. Please note it may not be exactly as I was properly taught but what mutant procedure I have adapted:
1. Start with this.
2. Draft fiber into something like this by pulling like taffy. This can be done before or during spinning depending on your skill and neuorsis level.
3. Using a drop spindle I will attempt to spin what is called singles (what you see wound around the bottom of the spindle). The roving will break a lot and I will curse a lot.
4. I will then put the singles into a v. small skein like structure as I failboat with using a gravity pull ball or whatever the fuck it is.
5. Then I will use the drop spindle and spin it in reverse! The roving will break a lot and I will curse a lot.
6. Repeat step 4.
7. I will then take the two ends of my singles and spin it into two ply yarn (let's pretend it looks like this, instead of this (and please note, that was the woman's first yarn bit, now she makes 3-ply yarn that looks store bought so maybe there's hope for me ;p), though I'm getting closer to a.). Tada! Yarn for your face!
* I wrote 1,200 words yesterday. For a full time writer, that's a drop in the bucket. For someone who works closer to full time than part time, it's a lot. I am reminded of my husband
terrancezdunich's somewhat NSFW entry on the cooling off period. Sadly, I am not in the cooling off period, I'm still hacking and slashing. My social life is dying, my house duties are lapsing, I don't really look all that hot. It's just spinning, spinning, spinning. Now that I don't have to follow anybody's ruuuuuuuuuules on being a hot chick with a bad reputation (and she's a widow! so it's okay by regency standards!) or that she was never allowed to love anyone ever before, their relationship is coming together nicely. Typically, the regency man in romance needs to be BROODING and SORT OF MEAN TO THE HERIONE and a RAKE. I'm like what if they're both sort of dorks in their own way and act more like Pam/Jim from The Office rather than Scarlett/Rhett? People really liked watching their relationship! They were funny and cute and I teared up a little bit at the wedding episode. So we'll see. It's an experiment.* But similtaniously, I'm losing my will to life. I'm so tired. I'm the opposite of sex right now. It's really much harder work than I thought it would be, I have to keep re-researching things. And of course my demons are noisy. YOU ARE SPENDING ALL THIS TIME REWRITING THIS STUPID STORY FOR THE THIRD TIME THAT NOBODY WANTS AND NO ONE WILL EVER BUY AND INSTEAD OF SPENDING TIME DOING NONPRODUCTIVE FUN THINGS LIKE FUCKING AROUND WITH YOUR FRIENDS, GOING TO NAUGHTY BINGO, OR WATCHING AN ENTIRE TV SERIES. LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSER.
There. Must. Be. More. Than. This. Provincial. Life.
* Luckily J*1 and J*2 are v. understanding. My supersexy date night with
shardkin entailed him cooking me dinner (strip steak in wine sauce with homemade mac and cheese with cauliflower), hanging out sans tv and letting me bug him constantly, and then spinning. I am grateful for this. Incredibly grateful to the friends and family and lovers who support my art, even if it hasn't paid very much at all yet and it is not known when it will start.
