labelleizzy: (Default)
Wednesday, December 8th, 2021 08:46 pm
Today I did one of my pay it forward tasks.

Today I drove out to Cupertino to pick up my friend's s*** from her ex-boyfriend. They split up a while ago and he has been gas lighting her since just a little bit before they split up.

His name's Johan. Don't date him.

Anyway, I'd offered something like two weeks ago and just spontaneously got the executive functioning going well enough that I engaged with him yesterday to do the thing today, and after my workout this morning, and food after that, I got my ducks in a row.

Pinged Johan for where I'd pickup his drop-off, he condescends to say, yeah I guess this method is better for L's nerves

LIKE FUCK YOU, DUDE

He gave me a map pin, it was accurate, I parked at the red zone like the Amazon and UPS vans, turned on my hazard lights like them, grabbed the black plastic bag with her stuff, passenger seat, (traffic was heavy through the neighborhood) and then legged it over to L's.

Dropped the bag o stuff on her back porch (her house is weird, built on a corner and has 2 back porches, a tiny one about 3'x2' off one of the bedrooms I think, and the actual back porch for like BBQ or whatever.)

And then I came home and read my own pornography, and a couple of other people's, for awhile.

My pornography has now reached 49k words for the current series, and well past 120 k for all my words posted to AO3.

So I mentioned on FB today that I feel like "a real writer" and just, Yay.

Also, the trees are FINALLY, finally changing color. Sent photos to Stephen in the Bahamas per request, and also I felt like a badass in sneakers, yoga pants, sweater and the black denim trench coat Luisa have me last year. I fucking love that thing...
labelleizzy: (poly)
Friday, December 4th, 2020 05:07 pm
Used to be that a weekend alone would trigger all of the rejection dysphoria.

It helps I know he was thinking about me, caring about me before he left, which is bound to start me off in a really good headspace. Jeff hit the grocery store before he left for the weekend. Got me some of the fruit we both like, some of the other food treats that we enjoy, and some fresh flowers.

It was really lovely to come home to after my class today at the Maker Nexus (wood lathe! Woo hoo!)

Really the dysphoria is about FOMO.

I've been working on that for quite a while now. Also Jeff and I have been living in each other's pockets this entire covid time with shelter in place and all. And I'm realizing, now that he is headed out for a overnight with his other sweetie, that I've really kind of missed having the house absolutely to myself, as I did for several hours a day while he was still working in the office.

For example, I'm dictating this out loud. I feel uncomfortable doing that when he's in the house. It's less of a roommate friendly thing to do, speaking out loud in place of writing.

A second thing that I have found that I miss, which I used to have all the time when Jeff was still working, is the ability to talk to myself as I wander through the house, to remind myself of what my tasks are, what I want to accomplish, cheer myself up, etc. Just caught myself doing that a minute ago and it was nice!

Another thing that I get to do when I have the house to myself, is I get to make what food I like in whatever way I like. It's actually not as hard to just make food of whatever kind for myself and eat it. It's more effortful to have to sit down with your partner and negotiate around what kinds of possible things y'all could eat, and what everybody is willing to settle for. That's a lot of work! (Every single night and now most lunches too, where he used to eat at work.)

I'm going to call my mom tonight, which is another out loud sort of task, that I will typically take out into the backyard so it's not to disturb whatever Jeff's vibe is.

And of course, it's much easier to write when I'm alone somewhere. I think I'm about ready to knock out Chapter 16, the pivotal chapter whose organization has been giving me fits for MONTHS.

I usually write by getting myself into the headspace of the point of view character, and just feeding the words out from what the feelings are. Yes I channel fictional characters for fun.

A problem arises that in cases where you can get interrupted multiple times a day it's extremely difficult to actually get writing done. It's not even like he's being mean about interrupting me, but the fact of living with a housemate you know... and I love him! It just means there's somebody else in the space who asks questions or who I ask questions of, just. I'm hoping I can finish this chapter before he comes back home again tomorrow! I think I can do it I think I'm in a good way in a good flow.

Gonna sign off here and pull up the doc for chapter 16, wish me luck!
labelleizzy: (calm)
Sunday, September 13th, 2020 07:38 pm
i am not my family. i am not my friends. i am not my hair color, or the melanin in my skin (or not) or the number on a scale or in the back of my jeans.

i am my scars. i am my choices, and my mistakes, and my experiences, and my adventures, and my successes (and my failures.) I am my own striving. I am what i hope to become. I am what i hope the world should become: trying and sometimes failing, apologizing, making amends to make the world better and more humane. I am the love i give in the world, the compassion and the yearning.

i am my own words on the page. I am my own colors on the canvas and on my own skin. I am my intention, my will exerted upon the universe. I am the magic I need to see in the world. I am the work and the connection, I am the kindness and the trust and honesty that i bring to the discussion. I am the questions that help understanding.

I am between the truth and the lie. I am in the middle of the becoming.

I am the compass needle pointing North.
labelleizzy: (thinky thoughts)
Wednesday, March 4th, 2020 08:48 pm
(already posted this on Facebook)

I'm not sure how much of myself I have crafted, and how much of myself was already present from the beginning. I'm thinking this morning that I'm really proud of what I am and the way I have built myself and the life that I have crafted within my community and with my loves.
labelleizzy: (thinky thoughts)
Thursday, July 11th, 2019 12:48 pm
I loved you with butterflies in my stomach:
Fire in my belly, heated loins and hungry hands.
A totally new love, so different from the love before...
I was only allowed to love so far, in just these ways
Because you have to love your family, right?
But they don't know how you need to be loved.
I'm sorry I broke your heart.
It's just that I didn't know how to let go;
Never have known how, really.
I still hold you
But I hold you lightly now, loosely.
You're free to go and live your life and your loves.
I can miss you still,
While I live my life and have my loves as well.
It's been a good life, and looks to get even better.
For you and yours, as well.
I'm happy for you, truly.
And I've stopped my old habit of tracing
Those might-have-beens
And instead I look back fondly remembering.
I miss you, truly.
But I don't miss being twenty.
I love you.
Be well.



Https://labelleizzy.tumblr.com/post/166087355332/letter-to-an-old-lover
labelleizzy: (take the action)
Monday, January 7th, 2019 10:53 pm
I'm having trouble writing more than tiny bit of stuff on quora. I guess I'm doing well with that, it feels like being helpful, and it's more feedback and validation for me as an author/internet auntie.

I keep reading, fine. Right now I'm studying R. Cooper's novels (Kindle lets me highlight! and write notes in my copy!

But my stories are languishing. It's more that I want to WANT to be writing, or that I feel like I need a task mistress (shush you now, I don't think I swing that way, but don't rule it out.)

Opinions? Suggestions? I have ideas, I know what I want to do, I just haven't been making myself do it unless challenged. Ie, Tumblr's post saying "if you're reading this, go write 3 sentences on your WIP!"

Like, that's engaging, and low stakes. Plus I have at least 3 WIP's.

Raaaar!
labelleizzy: (check please shitty)
Friday, July 14th, 2017 02:32 pm
Story Title: Open The Bottle, Dex
Fandom: Check, Please! (webcomic)
Link(s):check it out on the AO3
Summary:
Warnings: None. Teenage hockey boys falling in love (or realizing they HAVE fallen)
Characters: Will (Dex) Poindexter, Christopher (Chowder) Chow, Derek (Nursey) Nurse
Pairings: Nursey/Dex/Chowder
When I Started: Last year, summer of 2016, as a prompt!fic on Tumblr
How I Lost My Shit: I just got... most of the way done, then stopped. Recently have been diagnosed with ADHD and am practicing habits of Completing What I Start by finding ways to be held accountable.
How I Finished My Shit: I joined WIP Big Bang and I finished by July 14 "because I said I would", thus holding myself accountable by promising someone else I would finish it.
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Tuesday, March 21st, 2017 05:46 pm
[personal profile] hitchhiker:
March 17 at 12:14pm ·
I've always felt there should be a better term than "hallmark holiday" to describe the mainstream commercialisation of holidays like St. Patrick's Day and Cinco de Mayo that have actual significance to a group of people. [personal profile] labelleizzy just came up with the wonderful "plastic holiday", which describes the phenomenon to a T.

7 You, [personal profile] aelfie, [profile] wuukiee and 4 others

Comments

R A: I have to think about this. I'd prefer a term that more clearly underlines the way that crass commercialism has co-opted what had originally been a genuine celebration or remembrance.
Like · Reply · 1 · March 17 at 12:17pm

M E H: Hmmn. I have only heard the term Hallmark Holiday used to refer to things like Valentines Day or Mother's Day.
Like · Reply · 1 · March 17 at 12:54pm

[personal profile] hitchhiker: yes, precisely, which is why I was reluctant to use it for this. it's a different problem and should not be conflated
Like · Reply · March 17 at 1:46pm

[profile] wuukiee: Mardi Gras, too
Unlike · Reply · 2 · March 17 at 1:03pm

[personal profile] labelleizzy: My dad used Hallmark holidays to refer to Valentine's day, mother's day and father's day, all of those.
We didn't grow up in any faith system, so holidays always felt like going through meaningless motions. I've had anger at how St Patrick's​ has been advertised and made commercial, also Cinco de Mayo. They're not real cultural celebration, they're not authentic, they're plastic, fake, not nourishing.

Like · Reply · 2 · March 17 at 1:05pm