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Labor Day, Fic, and a Few Pears
I had a very nice Labor Day weekend. My beloved Chazpure and Odogoddess drove up from Los Angeles to get away from the wildfire smoke for a couple of days. We chatted, rested, ate big meals, and relaxed together. We're all hoping that someday the high-speed train from Los Angeles to San Francisco will be a reality and that leg of the trip will only be two and a half hours instead of the current seven by car.
Today I went back to work on a piece of fan fic for one of the exchanges I joined. It's a fun way to pass the time, and this particular piece isn't too angsty so it's easy for me to do. I have a difficult time writing about hurting people--even fictional ones. I think betrayals are even harder for me to write about than physical pain. There are times when I think I should just sit down and force myself to write about absolutely horrific things happening to a few imaginary people, on the basis of familiarity breeds contempt. Incidentally, I asked my commercial publisher if she has anything in mind for me to do next and she merely said, "More of the same?" Hokay.
I took off time from writing to poach more pears. I suddenly remembered that I had two sacks of the things hanging in the tool shed, and when I checked them they had all turned yellow. So, I cut, cored, poached, and froze them. That's about 15 lbs. of poached pears I have in the freezer now. It's a good thing that I like pears.
I had a very nice Labor Day weekend. My beloved Chazpure and Odogoddess drove up from Los Angeles to get away from the wildfire smoke for a couple of days. We chatted, rested, ate big meals, and relaxed together. We're all hoping that someday the high-speed train from Los Angeles to San Francisco will be a reality and that leg of the trip will only be two and a half hours instead of the current seven by car.
Today I went back to work on a piece of fan fic for one of the exchanges I joined. It's a fun way to pass the time, and this particular piece isn't too angsty so it's easy for me to do. I have a difficult time writing about hurting people--even fictional ones. I think betrayals are even harder for me to write about than physical pain. There are times when I think I should just sit down and force myself to write about absolutely horrific things happening to a few imaginary people, on the basis of familiarity breeds contempt. Incidentally, I asked my commercial publisher if she has anything in mind for me to do next and she merely said, "More of the same?" Hokay.
I took off time from writing to poach more pears. I suddenly remembered that I had two sacks of the things hanging in the tool shed, and when I checked them they had all turned yellow. So, I cut, cored, poached, and froze them. That's about 15 lbs. of poached pears I have in the freezer now. It's a good thing that I like pears.