like a bonsai'd skellytum

[lotesse]

Here I am, in a new apartment close to Montrose Harbor, in Chicago. Think I'm feeling ... happy? My wireless network is named "honeysuckle," which is used in witch-work to end unproductive nostalgia. Politics is going to all hell, and I think I'm very tired somewhere, but I'm busy and I'm still looking forward. Following my feet. I can walk to Lake Michigan, and that gives me peace. I've got enough work from home, but I'm also trying to psyche myself up to find decent work somewhere else. I don't think service work, tho I'm sort of tempted to go work as a cocktail waitress in Uptown ... I think I should probably make contact with some office at Harry Truman, and see if I can make myself useful there at all. I hear there's also a good feminist bookstore in my neighborhood.

I am trying to workshop some poems and maybe read them somewhere. If u wanna help with that, super let me know -- I'd love some second readers there. Not doing yuletide this year. Still trying to finish the finishable fanwork on my hard drive, but I'll admit I haven't been writing much. I want to be. Maybe I will be soon. Also having weird desires to try origfic.

Have any of you read the new Vorkosigan novella? I think I should maybe buy it for myself.