It's a bit funny, I've been getting more comments on my fics lately.

People coming back to re-read, a couple of new commenters, and some people who just say "good fic".

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I made quilts! I mean, I'm almost always making quilts, but this year is kind of the "oh fuckit, I'm going to just sew stuff because I have SO MUCH FABRIC and I need to be rid of some of it" attitude.

Also, I have a list of people the length of my arm who I would like to give quilts to, and still have not. Need to pull my finger out.

There's a local woman who I get to quilt my quilt tops, and while she's decent, it's not quality work. Which is fine by me. It stiches the top and backing together, I bind it, it's cheap and DONE. But a few quilting friends of the...older persuasion...have been nudging me to try other quilters. And I might for these quilts:

( the peacock communique quilts )

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Just had a sparky (electrician) around to quote for some work. Chatty guy. I always seem to get the chatty tradies. We'll see how much they charge, although he seems a decent sort.

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Creative writing last week was almost completely non-existent. I'm just losing my will to put words on a page, to tell stories.

I'm going back and re-reading old book series, though. I re-read The City Who Fought from McCaffrey's Brainship series, and am once again SUPER DOOPER MAD at the "sequel" all over again. Which was written by McCaffrey's co-author for The City Who Fought, and was vastly inadequate to the characters, the Brainship series, and whatever genre they were writing int.

Fortunately, The Ship Who Searched (co-written with Mercedes Lackey) is still my happy place, tyvm. I could take a thousand stories of Tia and Alex exploring the galaxy.