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June 16th, 2014

Mainlined Showtime's Penny Dreadful yesterday. Verdict: cracktastic. Result: babbling on tumblr, discovering a kinkmeme, and writing this fic, first thing I've written in a year.

Title: Who For Joys Brides Hope To Have
Fandom: Penny Dreadful
Pairing: Vanessa Ives/Mina Murray
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Pre-Raphaelite poetry. No common triggers.
Spoilers: Based on events in 1x05. Which is a flashback episode, if that makes a difference.
Wordcount: 1272
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August 5th, 2013

So much going on

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 Going up to Boston this evening to visit [personal profile] anne for a couple of days. Augh, have to pack. Must get kid over to post-run theater potluck for noon. Then over to [personal profile] gehayi 's for assistant-stuff. Plus dishes, and writing, and phone calls...

I'm being interviewed at Elin Gregory's blog today! Go over and have a look.

August 3rd, 2013

Living in my head

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 I don't really have a lot to report, because book stuff has been taking up all my attention. Kiddo's performances for summer theater internship are this weekend, and I'm going to see tomorrow's matinee; college move-in is LABOR DAY WEEKEND, holy shit. I'm coming up to spend a couple of days with [personal profile] anne this week and we will tackle Bureaucracy together and watch Pride & Prejudice, all six hours of it probably, as a reward.

I'm still writing guest blog posts to promote Love Continuance and Increasing (look it's on Amazon now! Also on Barnes & Noble) and I swear, I did not realize that writing stuff to promote a historical romance to a general romance audience would turn into something like taking an AP History exam. I keep feeling like I'm cheating by not putting in footnotes.

I made a Pinterest for Julian Griffith. I'm still not entirely clued in about Pinterest but it's there. I figure I can store pictures there as easily as on my hard drive. The follow button is on the Official Website.

I'm about to write a guest post about cooking. Which is hilarious since between the weather and the workload I haven't really cooked in weeks. But it's historical cooking, which is different, right? I get to tell the story of how the first meal in the book is actually food that I ate at Craigie on Main.

At least now I get to call "faffing around on social networks" by the all-too-dignified name of "promotion" now?

July 23rd, 2013

I took the plunge and created an actual Wordpress site: www.julian-griffith.com. It's new, so there aren't a lot of posts yet, but I also linked a couple of short stories related to Love Continuance and Increasing, and you should all go look at it and see the GORGEOUS banner that [personal profile] mswyrr made for me. Which I then cleverly put on my tumblr as well, not that anyone ever sees an individual person's tumblr page, because we all read posts on our dashboards, but it's there.

I'm feeling very clever having figured out how to use the Wordpress dashboard and plug-ins and widgets to get something that feels functional.

I'm still creating more blogrolls - I mean to have one for review sites, and another one for blogs of historical interest that I follow, in addition to the ones I already have - and if you want me to link to you, drop me a note. If you have any suggestions for things I haven't done with the site that I should, let me know that too.

But I spent loads of time last night poking at it, and I think it's safe to go live!

July 22nd, 2013

A dark-haired young woman in a white Regency gown looks off into the distance to the right, her hands steepled together in front of her. Two men, one in a British army officer's red uniform of the Napoleonic Wars and the other in the blue coat of a lieutenant of the Royal Navy, gaze back at her, patient and yearning. Below the title bar, there is a seascape with a tall ship at the right-hand side.

It's here! Love Continuance and Increasing is available for pre-order from Storm Moon Press!

Lieutenant William Thorne, of His Majesty's Navy, was a man of humble origins. He knew that his affair with Major Anthony Rockingham of the 43rd Infantry couldn't last forever, not only because the war against Napoleon sent him on blockade duty in the English Channel while the major's regiment trained ashore, but because Rockingham was a viscount, and viscounts must marry. When Rockingham's letter reached him, saying that he'd chosen Miss Caroline Filmer as his bride, it was no more than Thorne had expected.
 
What he had not expected, when he returned home after the Battle of Trafalgar, was to find an invitation to the christening of Rockingham's son. He had not expected, when he met the young viscountess, that he would fall instantly and passionately in love with her. And he had certainly never expected that Caroline would fall just as desperately in love with him. Thorne was sure that their feelings for each other could only lead to disaster, even more so as his love for Rockingham had never gone away. While the war with France continued, he found himself fighting a war within his own heart...

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July 9th, 2013

 I'm interviewed today at Top 2 Bottom Reviews as part of their July Storm Moon Press feature. Go check it out (though use your judgement at work, as there are some naked male butts on the sidebar).

Also, I just got the news that my WWII gay romance short story "Lost and Found in the Pacific" was accepted for a Torquere Press charity anthology appearing in September, to benefit Outserve SDLN, a non-profit organization offering legal help to GLBT in the military and their families. I'm proud to be supporting their cause. (Also proud that I knocked the story out in four days and got it accepted!)

I don't have much other news -- just studying for the medical billing and coding exams. Not thrilling.

I should probably start working on my Next Novel.

June 24th, 2013

 For the most part, the graduation ceremony went well. Yes, it was outdoors and 91F (that's 33 to everyone OUTSIDE the US), but the gathering thunderclouds did NOT open up on the assembled crowd. The senior string trio made a hash of "Appalachian Waltz", but the senior choir sounded just fine, and most of the speakers weren't overly loquacious.

One speaker, though.

ONE SPEAKER.

I understand that graduation is something of a solemn occasion. However, it's also supposed to be a joyous one.

SO WHY WOULD YOU CHOOSE TO BUILD YOUR SPEECH AROUND THE EXPERIENCES OF VICTOR FRANKL IN AND AFTER WWII?

I do not want to be ambushed by the words "Nazi Germany" at my kid's high school graduation speech.

In fact, I would say that if your graduation address contains the words "Nazi Germany" in it, and you are not yourself a survivor or the descendant of survivors, REWRITE THAT THING. NOW.

My foam earplugs did not block it out. <lj user="shadowflyer"> was both merciful and clever, and cued up the Oysterband on his phone, so I could listen to it through earbuds and DROWN THAT SHIT OUT.

Not cool, Dr. List.

Especially in a town with a large Jewish minority.

Very much not cool.

June 15th, 2013

Now it's becoming addictive

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 I spent a great deal of time today at gehayi 's. I dragooned my ex-husband into helping shift a giant console television that's probably older than I am. Wonder of wonders, it did fit in my tiny hatchback, but even though the electronics recycling place said it was open 8-1 today, they'd already buggered off when I got there at 12:30, so the thing has to stay in my car until Monday.  The chest of drawers we put the working television on instead (it had been sitting on the ancient one) was smaller, so we had to balance the cable box on top of the TV instead of setting it beside. Since the current TV is still old enough to be a CRT model (with built-in DVD and VHS players), it didn't really balance, so we had to shim it. This involved duct tape and an outdated copy of Writer's Market. Never say I'm not resourceful!

While I'd been waiting for my ex to show up, I'd gone upstairs. You see, when I'd cleared out the china closet two weeks ago, I'd moved the contents up to the mostly-empty master bedroom. This proved suboptimal, because I discovered other things I wanted to move around in there, and dodging potentially-valuable china and glassware wasn't working so well. So I decided it should live in the small bedroom we call "the library". That one has a small desk against one wall and a dining-room table in the center. Which, of course, were covered with books and Random Things, which wasn't really convenient for putting china-and-glass on.

By the time he showed up, I'd cleared the surfaces of not-china, and moved about two-thirds of the china onto them. Then it was TV-shifting time.

Now, you'd think after I'd shifted a giant TV, I'd feel like I was done for the day.

Nope.

I had to come back, finish moving the china-and-glass, and then while I was up there it became IMPERATIVE to move the Stuff on the floor around. So vintage toys & Christmas tat went in one corner, bed/table linens went in the kneehole of the desk, empty boxes went under one window, clothing against another wall... and then there were the books.

First of all, the rest of the outdated volumes of Writer's Market had to go. That made some room on the shelves. Which meant I was able to take the piles of loose books and put them on the shelves. Those piles of loose books contained a great many outdated computer and internet reference works. Those had to go too. Amazingly enough, all the loose books DID go on the existing shelves. The books in boxes stayed in boxes, but they got shoved over in front of one of the bookshelves.

It is now possible to walk around in that room. So I can get AT the clothes that need to come down and be sorted and be tallied for donation. Given that the nonfunctional car in the driveway may not sell for parts, it might get donated, and in THAT case it becomes worthwhile to keep track of the amount of clothing that's being donated to Goodwill & assorted other charities (Big Brothers/Big Sisters, a veterans' charity, whoever else sends flyers around for curbside pickups, as long as they're not objectionable -- just never, ever the Salvation Army) and get receipts. I think it's more than fair to value the clothing at a flat $1/item, as most items in a Goodwill store sell for more than that.

Once I'd managed all that, I felt like I was genuinely DONE for the day. It felt like I'd reached the end of a task.

I do have to go back tomorrow evening, as the 90-gallon recycling bin is half full of really large books, and will undoubtedly be too heavy for gehayi  to pull down the steep driveway without injuring herself.

But oh, boy, does it ever feel satisfying to have cleared out that much STUFF and created a genuine walking path.

Now I need a shower, and then I'm going to make myself a green salad with homemade blue cheese dressing, because after I did all that I did the week's grocery shopping, and I am DONE.

June 12th, 2013

 Well, okay. This wasn't CLEANING, like mopping and vacuuming. This was cleaning OUT.

gehayi 's aunt left her a house and all its contents some years back. Some of the contents - like the living room stuff -- are basically arranged as they always had been, and the only issues are broken-down chairs and the fact that gehayi 's books are piled on every flat surface. Well, that and the enormous Zenith console TV that's just being a TV cart for the one that works, right now. But the living room is a room. A bunch of the other rooms are, well, kind of stacked and piled. With STUFF.

There's curbside pickup of charitable donations on her street tomorrow. (This round goes to Big Brothers/Big Sisters.) We stuffed two big trash bags full of clothes that didn't fit or who the hell knows what they were doing there. This let me use the coat closet to hold ACTUAL COATS, instead of weird granny housecoats & women's suits from the 1980s. Also, there were twelve assorted umbrellas there. I claimed one of the compact ones to keep in my car, as the one I'd been keeping there was on its last legs.

It's pretty impressive how much easier it is to walk around when you're not dodging a coat tree loaded with winter coats. In June.

Some of the clothes were also from one of the upstairs bedrooms. Which I cleared out to give myself a walking path to look for some other things gehayi thought were in there. They weren't, but there was a perfectly good typing table that I brought down to sit next to her desk and hold reference books and office supplies. Much nicer than a Pile, which is what was there before.

I also discovered a non-working canister vacuum. That's going to the free "electronics and anything with a cord" recycling center tomorrow.

Next week we've scheduled a bulky waste pickup. That'll get at least two defunct stuffed armchairs and a broken swivel chair out of the house, and I bet I'll find some other things that should go. There's currently a lovely new marked-down floor model COMFORTABLE OFFICE CHAIR where she'd been using one of the defunct armchairs as a desk chair. But the armchair's gotta go.

This all started with sorting out her paper files because of taxes. It was pretty satisfying to get them down to a single banker's box of back files and one plastic briefcase-bucket of current year things.

But once I did that I started seeing other stuff.

I may have gotten carried away.

But damn, it's SATISFYING to make that stuff gone!

June 11th, 2013

 via [personal profile] nonny via naamah_darling :

Aw, craaaaaaap, you guys, help for friends?strangers to me, rikibeth , but it sure sounds like stuff that's happened to me before (thinking of a Philcon in the '90s):

"</a></b></a>louisadkins, </a></b></a>omimouse, and Jade are stranded in a small town in Wyoming on the way back to their home in West Virginia. They headed out from our place Friday, made good time on the trip, but the minivan they are driving started flickering with a oil pressure light and then ... pretty much died on the road. They have been able to get AAA to take them to a hotel and the vehicle to a mechanic's shop, but... the sounds the vehicle was making lead them to believe it's an engine failure.

"Which is $$$$. Which they don't have, and they have no way of getting back home otherwise. Louis's paypal is louis.adkins@hotmail.com and anything anyone can spare, bumping the word, passing this around, is much appreciated as time is something they don't have (due to cost of hotels, food, etc)."

Shiiiit. Any help y'all could lend would be GREAT. Spreading the word would be GREAT. Nobody needs this shit.
 
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