NaNo 2018 Day 9-11

Another three days of (nearly) full shifts at work combined with the migraine-inducing Cough That Won’t Quit resulted in me losing my entire buffer and falling a little behind on the word count.

I don’t remember when I actually added to my word count, so I’m just going to assume that all of it happened on the one day I actually had a short shift–Saturday, when I worked from noon to six, and I applied it to the report card and the website accordingly.

As far as content goes, I still hadn’t gotten to the rewatching key episodes to check dialogue etc–that will have to wait for a day that I’m not working–so I started skipping ahead to a different scene that didn’t require precise “research” into in-canon details. Namely, I skipped to a later chapter of Catalyst that takes place concurrently with the Flash episode Infantano Street, where I have Len wandering off and, courtesy of his temporal illness and my Flash Sideways headcanon, discovering changes to STAR Labs that don’t quite fit the one-year gap.

Now, pretending for the moment that this post is for Saturday, which was day 10….
Daily goal: 1667 words
Day’s count: 2875
Total goal: 16667
Total count: 16993
Report card reports: At this rate, you will finish on Nov 30.

Fellow NaNoers, how goes the word count?

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NaNo 2018 Day 8

Day 8 was all set to be a good day to get some writing done… until my car decided to pick up a couple of nails on the way to work. Well, decided to pick up nails somewhere and one tire decided to be low enough for a random passerby to notice and tell me on the way to work.

Fast-forward to my dad texting me (while I was on the clock and therefore couldn’t reply anyway) with a few minor details about the order information from when we’d gotten road hazard insurance on those tires and offering to send me a copy of the receipt, waiting until I called him back on my lunch break to actually follow through on that offer, spending most of aforementioned lunch break at the automotive department and getting absolutely nowhere (because I have no idea what anyone’s talking about)… and the migraine-inducing Cough That Won’t Quit pretty much preventing me from getting any writing done during my shorter breaks. Oh, and being unable to get the tires fixed that day, getting a ride home from my mother (who didn’t get off work until an hour after I did), not getting to bed until nearly 1 am and needing to start getting ready for my next shift at about 8 am, and did I mention the migraine?

All of this on the first day it was cold enough for my winter coat and NaNo “win”ter cap.

Filler image, might be replaced when I take a photo with the NaNo cap on.

So no progress, or none worth reporting.

Fellow NaNoers, how goes the word count?

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NaNo 2018 Day 5-7

Day 5 involved a lot of running errands and some writing, day 6 was election day combined with a full shift at work, and day 7 was more running errands and virtually no writing. Instead I managed to record two more unboxing videos, making a very small dent in the pile that’s been waiting for me to have a day to myself (I hate recording when anyone else is home); after my folks got home I spent most of the evening getting my ESO characters out of the beginning dungeon and off to the nearest bank.

Well, most of my ESO characters. My primary “player” character is still stuck in that first prison, waiting, like the rest of those unboxing videos, for me to have the house to myself so I can record without interruptions. (Check out my Twitch or YouTube channels if you’d like to find out if and when that happens.)
Meanwhile I do have that backlog of videos in need of editing and uploading; no reason I can’t do that when other people are home….

The result…. I managed to add quite a bit to my buffer on day 5, more than enough to carry over the next couple of days, but not much further than that. Unfortunately, most of that buffer was from rebelling; I added pre-existing notes to “remind” myself of where I’m going with one of the stories, notes which I will, as usual, be editing out as I go.

And as to the content…. *sigh* not much progress on that end, either, I’m afraid. Chapter 5 of Necropolis still needs editing before I can upload, chapter 6 (and future chapters, if any) still needs me to rewatch Legends of Tomorrow episode 2 to make sure I have dialogue etc down correctly.
And those notes? Those came from Catalyst, which similarly requires me to rewatch an episode (specifically, Left Behind) before I can rewrite them into a real story as early as chapter 2.

But back to the word count and my “progress” thereof. Since this post covers three days’ worth of writing, I simply added the count to day 7:
Daily goal: 1667 words
Daily count: 5127 (or 1709 when divided by all three days)
Total goal: 11667
Total count: 14118
Report card reports: At this rate, you will finish on Nov. 25.

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NaNo 2018 Day 4

And now I reach the content that is still being edited and second-guessed and isn’t quite ready to upload. Soon, I hope.

With day 4 of NaNo comes chapter 5 of Necropolis, in which Carter and Len have that so-called “heart to heart” conversation, Len refers to the events of Enemy of My Enemy as the source of his recently-developed fear of heights, and a random imaginary muse Carter drops a few distractions hints for other stories I might pursue in the form of exploring the demigod’s past lives and any personal history this whole time travel mess allows him with the thief.

Chapter 6 will represent a (temporary) return to the events of official canon as the Waverider finally touches down in Norway, and as such will require me to rewatch certain relevant scenes to make sure I have the dialogue et cetera down correctly.
Whether this particular ficlet will be done at that point or not depends, like chapters 4-5, on whether I need to divide anything further due to length, but in terms of the events themselves I should be ready to return to one of my other plot bunnies.

To the report card….
Daily goal: 1667 words
Day’s count: 1718
Total goal: 6667
Total count: 8991
Report card reports: At this rate, you will finish on Nov. 23.

Lost a bit of my buffer there. And since the day to vote in my neck of the woods coincides with a full shift at work I suspect I’ll lose a bit more of that buffer in the very near future.
All the more reason to build it up when I can!

Fellow Nanoers, how goes the word count?

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NaNo 2018 Day 3

And on this year’s double-up day…. I managed to just barely double my word count. Not bad for a day with a full work shift.

As I suspected, the previously reported “chapter 4” will actually need to be divided into two chapters to account for length. I normally prefer to divide according to what’s going on, which leads to some fairly inconsistent chapter length most of the time, but I think keeping the scenes together in this case would be pushing that inconsistency more than I’m comfortable with.

So…. chapter 4 of Necropolis has the team discovering the extent of Len’s injuries to the extent he’s willing to admit to, while chapter 5 will have that “heart to heart” discussion between Carter and Len. I blame the head injury for Len’s chattiness in these two segments. (Yes, Gideon, I know you healed it along with everything else. Shut up.)
Chapter 5 is also the one where one of my imaginary muses kept trying to distract me from ever completing anything suggest ideas for other stories I might look into by hinting at events from Carter’s previous lives… and by offering one such hint that I fully intent to explore whenever I reach the appropriate point in the Majummed storyverse.

And on to the report card….
Daily goal: 1667 words
Day’s count: 3642
Total goal: 5000
Total count: 7273
Report card reports: At this rate, you will finish on Nov. 21.
If only…. but that’s a nice buffer all the same.

Fellow NaNoers, how goes the NaNoing?

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NaNo 2018 Day 2

As of day 2, I managed a tiny bit of a word count buffer before I had to go to work, as well as finishing chapter 3 and starting my way through chapter 4.

To recap, the Legends of Tomorrow fanfic Necropolis is:

A “what if” based on a remark Kendra makes in a chapter of Catalyst. The Legends visit a necropolis to find an artifact that might help in the fight against Savage, but a rocket launcher destroys Leonard’s escape route, leaving him stranded on a pillar with no way down. Carter tries to rescue him, but Len’s recently-developed fear of heights interferes. Takes place between the first two episodes of Legends of Tomorrow season 1.

The “what if” fics are essentially a “what if my headcanon was real canon” approach to rewriting some of the episodes. Not fix fics by a long shot, they were just born of curiosity about how the events in my fanfics would have changed official canon if I had any say in the matter.

Catalyst, on the other hand, is my approach to combining official (tv) canon with the New 52 comics canon–specifically the part of the comics where Len has meta powers–but putting my own fanfic spin on the whole ordeal. As you might guess from the title, Catalyst is about random events both in-canon and not that provide a catalyst for his eventual change.

Anywho, Necropolis is the one I’m attempting to complete at this point in time. Chapter 3 saw Carter hauling an unconscious and badly bleeding Len to the Waverider to see what Gideon can do for his injuries, before conking out himself due to exhaustion, shock, and… erm, other reasons.
Chapter 4 will have Carter learning along with the rest of the team just what the extent of Len’s injuries are (at least so far as Len is willing to admit to), and then the demigod and the thief attempt a “heart to heart” discussion that helps Carter understand Len’s fear of heights. (Actually, due to page count that description might apply to chapters 4 and 5. We shall see.)

NaNo Report Card
Daily goal: 1667 words (of course)
Day’s word count: 1949
Total goal: 3333
Total count: 3631
Report Card Reports: At this rate, you will finish on Nov 28.

So let’s see if I can keep that buffer going! And see how many days of NaNo it takes to finish this particular plot bunny…. before deciding which other fanfic to continue.

Oh, for the record: though editing is not strictly required during NaNo, I am fixing things as I go; since these are fanfics, I want to post my chapters as I complete them, not wait until December to start editing them into something I can post.

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NaNo 2018 Day 1

And we’re off!

I began this year’s NaNo with the “what if my headcanon was real canon”-esque variety of fanfics, namely, by continuing the Necropolis ficlet that takes place between episodes 1 and 2 of Legends of Tomorrow in a moment that official canon would never allow the time to exist.

Chapter 1, already posted, sees the team making plans to visit a necropolis in the hopes of locating an artifact they can use in the fight against Vandal Savage. Or rather, half the team, as the place they must go is surrounded by some type of stone that emits a natural dampening effect… purely mechanical weapons like era-appropriate guns will work but nothing higher tech, and three members of the team (Raymond Palmer, Martin Stein, and Jefferson Jackson) are forced to remain behind to guard the Waverider while Mick Rory and Leonard Snart must leave their own special weapons behind in favor of ordinary firearms. (Kendra Saunders agrees to remain behind on the off-chance that guarding the Waverider requires getting close to the canyon’s dampening field.) But first they must convince Carter Hall to stop trying to provoke the two criminals and actually work with them as part of the team.

Chapter 2, also already posted, sees the team reaching the heart of the necropolis, having met no resistance… until the local warlord makes his appearance. The team is in a fight for their lives, and Len, who had been sniping for the team from a high pillar, finds himself stranded after a rocket launcher destroys his escape route. Carter is the only one who can save him now, but thanks to an attack by the Reverse Flash in the ficlet Enemy of my Enemy, Len is severely afraid of heights, a secret he now wishes he’d revealed before agreeing to this role.

NaNo Day 1 sees me picking up the story in chapter 3 where the posted chapters leave off. Sara, Rip, and Mick are still fighting the local militia, until the warlord makes his appearance courtesy of Carter having thrown him off the pillar in chapter 2. With the warlord’s death, the militia disperses, leaving the three wondering what happened to Len?

NaNo Report Card:
Daily goal: 1667 words
Day’s count: 1682
Report card reports: At this rate, you will finish on Nov 30.

Not bad for the first day, but thanks to working full time I’ll want to try to get a buffer in there on my days off.

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NaNo 2018 Day 0

The time is here, once again, for NaNoWriMo.

For those of my readers who are unfamiliar with the concept, NaNoWriMo is short for National Novel Writing Month. It is a  month-long “competition” in which authors across the globe (yes, I know I said “national”) each attempt to write a novel of at least 50,000 words.
But we are not competing against each other. No, while we can participate in word wars and other such fun, the competition inherent to the month is with ourselves… can I, as a writer, commit to writing every day and churn out 50,000 words in the span of a month? Will my work schedule allow? What sort of other obstacles will life throw my way?
The purpose of NaNo is not to produce a good novel–that’s what editing is for–merely to commit ourselves to get something written; only when I have written a draft will I have anything to edit, after all.

As usual, my daily progress (or not) will be posted the day after and labelled accordingly, thus marking my November 1 entry as “Day 0.”
Not so usual is the fact that my website has changed since last year’s NaNo. Previously my NaNoing progress was all posted to my primary website, Side Quest Publications; I have since migrated those posts over to this site for reorganization purposes, so that Pioneers will focus on my own writing and leave Side Quest to review other authors’ works (and other social media experiments). As such, this marks the first year that I post my NaNo progress directly to Pioneers of the Shattered Waters.

And with that… I am still working on my fanfics. Again.

Officially I am working on the Majummed storyline within my Flash/Legends of Tomorrow fanfics.
Unofficially one of my attention deficit muses has me working on a variety of other loosely connected fics, ranging from finishing (fingers crossed!) the Flash Sideways verse, to whatever random plot bunny pokes its head in. As such, I am starting this year’s NaNo with an attempt to finish one of my “what if” scenarios, namely the short(ish) story Necropolis.

To explain those stories a little bit:


Leonard Snart (Captain Cold) is discovered to have ties to the League of Assassins. What those ties are, nobody knows; even Snart with his eidetic memory can’t remember who Majummed is, or why the name terrifies him so… and pressuring him to find out has some fairly nasty results that disturb even the infamous Ra’s al Ghul.

Flash Sideways:

What if someone with an eidetic memory could remember other timelines? How would those memories look to such a person… or to the people around them? How would it feel to have history changing around them?
What happens when such a person remembers dying?


A “what if” based on a remark Kendra makes in a chapter of Catalyst. The Legends visit a necropolis to find an artifact that might help in the fight against Savage, but a rocket launcher destroys Leonard’s escape route, leaving him stranded on a pillar with no way down. Carter tries to rescue him, but Len’s recently-developed fear of heights interferes.

I was originally going to include Necropolis within the “what if” set of ficlets (basically, me curious how in-canon events would have changed if my headcanon was real canon)… until I realized it was going to be far longer on its own than the chapters I’d been posting thus far.


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The Graft Prologue 4–Voalt

A long-overdue part 4 of a fantasy pirate novel-in-progress. The first three parts can be found on Remington‘s, Denizen‘s, and Fahd‘s pages.

“Denizen, you rotten cutthroat!” Kaly yelled from under the pirate. Her voice was only slightly muffled by the floor. “Get off of me or I’ll–”

“Or you’ll what?” Denizen snarled. “Throw a cantrip at me?” He glanced at Adheera, but the other female only stared with wide eyes; she did not approach. He returned his attention to the healer beneath his knee. “I could crush you before you breathed another word if you raised your blade again.”

Kaly stilled. Denizen knew she could still fight, if she must; he’d sparred with her often enough over the years, and watched her do tricks he could never match. And he hadn’t attempted to injure her; he had her pinned, nothing more.

But most of her magics were focused on healing, not battle. And even she had lacked the skill to heal the last three people who had gotten him this angry.

“Let me up,” she said again, her voice shaking more than it should have. “Please.”

Denizen narrowed his eyes, but he finally decided her weakness was not an act. He shifted his weight to release her as he placed himself between the baby and the two women.

Kaly pushed herself to her knees, and there she remained for several minutes. “Denizen, look at his eyes,” she insisted.

Denizen ignored the command. He ran the talons of one hand, lightly, through the baby’s creamy brown fur, still slick and darkened from the birthing and the interrupted bath. He snatched a towel up and began to caress the baby’s long fox-like ears, clearly inherited from the mage, until those ears could stand upright on their own, and then he began to dry the rest of the child.

“His eyes, Denizen,” Kaly repeated.

Denizen grunted. “They’re red,” he finally replied. “So what? I’ve had crewmates with red eyes before.”

“Not like that, you haven’t,” Kaly said. “Not that shade. Those are the eyes of the blood moon. The demon’s moon.” She watched the pirate carefully. “He must be sent back to them. You cannot hope to control him; demons turn on their masters.”

Denizen flinched at the words, so like the councilor’s own.

“What if we could tame him?” Adheera asked.

Kaly and Denizen stared at the other woman.

“Tame?” Kaly echoed.

“If he is demon spawn–” Adheera began.

“Who said anything about their spawn?” Denizen growled.

Adheera waved off the interruption. “Demon marked, then.” She bent over to peer at the baby’s eyes, but Denizen snatched him up and snarled at her before she could touch the infant.

Adheera didn’t even blink. “He would be linked to their magics, yes?”

“Yes,” Kaly replied. “Which is why he must be destroyed–”

“But don’t you see? We can use that!” Adheera’s eyes glittered. “Such links go both ways. Perhaps we cannot control the demons, but the child could.” She hesitated. “With proper training, of course.”

Sure we could,” Denizen muttered. He rolled his eyes.

Kaly frowned. “Impossible,” she said. “I am a healer, Adheera, and no one else about has strong enough magics–”

“I have,” Adheera replied. She strode past Denizen without giving him, or the infant, another glance, and fetched a book from Kaly’s shelves. “I don’t have your healing magics, Kalyptos,” she continued, flipping through the book as she spoke, “but my master has trained me in binding demons.”

Kaly scowled and opened her mouth. “But—”

Adheera looked up from the book and stared the healer down.

Kaly’s eyes lost their focus under that glare. She opened her mouth again as her head started bobbing up and down….

“No,” Denizen hissed.

Kaly blinked. She looked over to see Denizen cradle the child in his arms, sheltered from the women, shielded from their sight. Her eyes became focused again as he watched her.

“He needs my training,” Adheera protested, transferring her glare to the pirate. “Else he’ll never be more than their tool, their weapon to strike whoever strays too close. You cannot protect something like that!”

“You’d make him your tool, then?” Denizen laughed. Adheera’s eyes widened before narrowing again. “No. My crew rescued his parents; I delivered them to the healer.” He glared at Kaly. “I’ll take responsibility for him.”

“You’re not serious,” Kaly said.

“I am,” Denizen replied. “The demons will never have him.”

“If you are so certain…” Kaly gestured at the pages Adheera had opened. She turned back to Denizen. “Name him. Let us bind this power before they can use it.”

“I–” Denizen hesitated.

There was no choice. If the child was nameless, he was vulnerable. The demons could take him, no matter what the pirate had vowed.

But names had power. Any name would not only bind the so-called demon who had marked the child, it would bind the child, as well. The boy could not escape being someone’s tool.

“I cannot read that script,” Denizen said, to buy a little time. He looked away before more than a handful of letters, scattered across the page, had burned into his mind.

He shuddered at the sensation.

“Typical pirate,” Kaly muttered. “Adheera–”

“Voalt,” Denizen quickly said. Random letters, he reasoned. No meaning, but what he’ll make of it. Nothing to bind him. That should be safe… He took a deep breath. Shouldn’t it? “His name is Voalt.”

The town gathered that night to send the deceased on their way. They laid the bodies together in a rowboat, and filled the boat with offerings of grog, or coin and small treasures.

The procession went on all night, as other ships pulled in to port, and their crews learned the tale and left their own offerings to the dead.

Finally, when the sun’s first rays touched the sky, Fahd stepped forward and knelt in front of the deceased pair. “I pray that your gods will forgive us,” he muttered to the bodies, “strangers who do not know your ways, and cannot spare a better ship for your journey.”

He raised his voice. “We come,” he said to the crowd behind him, “many peoples, from many lands, to honor these strangers as our own. We knew them only days, and they knew us not at all. But in their deaths, they were as our own. No matter the troubles that led to their fate, we pray, each to our own fashion, that they reach Fiddler’s Green, or whatever land they call their final home.”

A gentle murmur flowed through the crowd.

At Denizen’s nod, Fahd took a torch and lit the funeral boat before pushing it out to sea.

The pyre grew high as the boat floated out of sight.

After the funeral, Denizen’s crew prepared to return to their ship as quickly as etiquette allowed.

Denizen waited until the land was out of sight before sticking his head into the brig. “You can come out now.”

Jericho climbed out. “I still say I should have gone with you.”

“Among that crowd?” Denizen snorted. “Not a chance. No telling if any of them worked for that councilor of yours.”

The young man’s face paled.

“Maybe not all pirates are the villains we’re made out to be,” Fahd added, “but enough are. You can’t afford to let on that you’ve survived. Not yet.”

“I feel like…like I dishonored them by hiding,” Jericho insisted. He dropped his voice to a whisper. “Like I disrespected the Goddess.”

Fahd placed a hand on the young man’s shoulder. “You show them greater honor,” he said, “by surviving. You will show your goddess greater respect by telling your people what happened.”

Jericho stared at the desert man for several moments. Then his shoulders slumped, and he sighed. “I can’t do that, sir.”

“Why not?” Denizen asked.

“You didn’t kill him, did you, sir?”

“I was tempted,” Denizen admitted. “But your navies leave well enough alone when we only rob people. I’ve no wish to invite their wrath if your mages find us murderers. Not for the likes of him.”

“But I can’t go back home, not if he survived. I’d never have a chance to tell anyone. I’d be dead the moment I set foot on the island. Or he’ll go after my girls. Or I–”

Fahd snarled. “You’ll shirk your duties to your goddess, is what you mean.”

Jericho flinched. “I have always accepted my duties,” he insisted, “if they are within my abilities.”

“Aye, and who’s to say they’re not?” Fahd replied. “Can you gauge your skills better than an experienced pirate? Or better than your goddess?”

“You’re wasting your breath, Fahd,” Denizen growled. “We’ll just drop him off at the next port.”

“But–but, sir—” Jericho tried to protest.

Denizen shook his head. “No. I’ll not have any freeloaders on my ship. You can fend for yourself; you choose not to.”

“I can learn,” Jericho insisted. “I can help, you know I can! I’ve proven my worth in the storm. Your people can teach me to fight.”

Fahd snorted. “Why? What’s the use of learning if you never use it?”

“I will!” Jericho snapped. “If I have to. When I go back…” He blinked. “Back to…Ierne…. ”

Denizen and Fahd exchanged glances. Then Fahd started laughing.

Denizen grinned. “Welcome to the crew, signer,” he said.

The entire crew congratulated the stunned youth for several hours before Fahd could get Denizen alone again. The desert man handed over a crystal medallion, cut to the shape of a leaf.

Denizen peered at the medallion closely. “Wasn’t the mage wearing this?” he finally asked.

Fahd nodded. “I took it for the boy’s inheritance,” he replied, “along with a few other trinkets.”

“You took it.” Denizen lifted an eyebrow. “From the mage.”

“Aye, sir. And well that I did.” Fahd growled deep in his throat like the cat he was named for. “A mage’s belongings should be destroyed on his death, or passed to one who would use it well. Not left with his corpse for anyone to find.”

Denizen shrugged. “We’re not responsible for every fool grave robber out there–”

“Aye, but when the thief robs us of our offerings, I wonder at his intent,” Fahd replied.

Denizen scowled. “Our offerings? What do you mean?”

“I kept watch all night; I saw what was left. But when I prayed over them, every stone we’d left was gone!”

Denizen’s scowl became a stare. “What of the other ships’ offerings?”

Fahd shook his head. “From our crew, only.”

“The other ships left more than we could ever give,” Denizen said. He frowned. “Why would someone go to that trouble, to only rob from us?”

“Perhaps the thief did not know they were offerings,” Fahd muttered. “The mage came from our ship. Perhaps the thief thought they belonged to the dead.”

Denizen’s eyes grew wide. “Who would be fool enough to steal from a mage?” He shuddered. “Especially from his funeral trappings.”

“Who indeed, but another mage?” Fahd snarled. “And who else could do it under my watch?”

Several minutes passed before Denizen broke the silence. “I think it will be a while before we return to that port.”

And with that, we have the end of the prologue and the end of the free sample of this novel-in-progress.
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My First Writer’s Workshop: Planning Stages

I got accepted into Hogwarts!


I mean, I got accepted to the Barrowman Writing Workshop!

Never underestimate my willingness to act silly on camera. 😉
Is it sad that I had planned to do just such a video if I was selected, pratfall and all, from the day I applied for the workshop? That’s right, I wanted to do something this silly to celebrate being selected about a month before I’d find out whether I had anything to celebrate.
Meh. Sign of having a warped sense of humor, maybe.

Speaking of planning things out in advance, this workshop will be my first major trip for a few years now… and my first major trip without my parents ever. So there’s definitely a bit of work to go into making sure I’m ready and raring to go. The trip is still more than a month off, but some of that planning ought to be done now…. not because of time limits, but because of not putting it off until I’ve forgotten to do it.

Case in point:

  1. Paying for the workshop (okay, this one actually does have a time limit). The acceptance letter (received on Wednesday) said that details for payment would come along soon, and I got aforementioned details yesterday while I was at work. I might want to hold off until Monday to actually make that payment though, just in case I have to tell the credit card company that yes I really am spending my money this way. But paying now or paying when the credit card company is open, I expect this should be my first priority.
  2. Likewise, researching and paying for air fare. Honestly I’d rather head that way by motorcycle, but… I don’t have that much time off from work, the bike is almost as old as I am, and again, I’m doing the trip without my parents. One of these days, maybe, but not for my first trip to California.
  3. Buy a new swimsuit. The one I currently use for aqua aerobics has seen better days and is due to be replaced soon anyway.
  4. Decide what all I want or need to take with me (that list will show up in a moment).
  5. Back on the airfare front, buy a bag or bags to pack my stuff in. We kinda don’t have spare backpacks anymore (finally cleaned those out of my closet months ago) so I’ll need to find something that’s big enough for whatever I’m packing in points 3 and 4, but will meet whatever requirements the airline has for carry-on. If I can get by with stuffing all of my stuff into a single backpack and just keeping that with me, I will. This is not an extended stay, so carry-on rules depending, there’s really no need for enough luggage to have to put up with the conveyor belt.
  6. Wait. Wait. And wait some more. Soon enough it will be time to leave. But keep getting other work done in the meantime. Up to and including: the traditional job from which I earn the income necessary to pay for all of this, and the novel from which the excerpt for my application came.
    1. Speaking of which, I need to update the entries on my Patreon.
    2. Get the (name-change) intro for my travel/motorcycle channel done! I have every intention of posting video, or at least photo slideshows, of this trip to YouTube, and the sooner I have the intro/outro in place the sooner I can post such things without having to deal with the backlog I have on my computer now.

Anyway, the stuff I’m likely to need to pack, in no particular order:

  • Swimsuit
  • A set of (cool) pajamas. California in May, so I’m thinking tank top and shorts.
  • Four days’ worth of socks, underwear, and bras.
  • Four day’s worth of outer wear–shorts and some nice-looking shirts of course.
  • Four days’ worth of medications. (Allergies and migraines. 😦 )
  • Computer
  • Toothbrush and toothpaste
  • Camera(s).
  • Cell phone.
  • Assorted chargers for all electronic devices. (This mostly means a handful of USB cords with varying tips, plus a wall plug-in capable of taking USB.)
  • Sandals.
  • Plus any extras in case of the unexpected.
  • Money! Nothing of my plans this time around involve going anywhere except the workshop itself–I simply don’t feel like taking a taxi or shuttle to explore the surrounding area (like the motorcycle, I’ll be leaving that for another trip) and my only other form of transportation will be on foot, but there is still the possibility of unexpected expenses… or unexpected opportunities to see stuff outside of the workshop.

There are a couple of things I’d like to take as well–my copy of Hollow Earth (still need Carole’s autograph!) and a wood carving I’d planned on giving John and Carole as a gift (which I hadn’t even started on, still need to find the picture I was going to use as a pattern), but these will take up a lot more space–the book is even bigger than the computer!–so they will most likely have to wait for another time.
Not to mention I’m going to the workshop as a writer, not as a “fan,” so asking for Carole’s autograph might be a little tacky for the purpose.

Tools used (Amazon affiliate links included:
Logitech C920 Webcam
Plush Red Talking Dalek (clipped to my belt loop if you missed him on the video). His name is Bob.

This post originally appeared on my travel-themed site, Tamie’s Travels.

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