I admit that I haven’t done a lot of writing or even the planning of writing during my current trip to Indiana. There’s been taxes and a lot of getting the car fixed so I can get tags, and yesterday was mostly spent walking off to lunch and waiting by the phone for a message on my car–which didn’t come until after five in the afternoon.
Today should be better, however. I’ll take the car out for a drive to get the emission sensors triggered, then get it in for a test, then get the tags and be ready to return back to The Burg tomorrow. And I won’t have to do this again until July. Maybe. We’ll see.
Yesterday I was out and about for repairs and lunch during International Transgender Day of Visibility, and I was certainly about as visible as they come. Also, I was always treated fairly and without a single side eye–save for one woman who came into the car repair shop who was bitching about not being able to get in right away for an oil change, but screw her. And since I had to prove I was visible, I snapped a picture of myself at the Valparaiso Uptown Cafe:
I realized that yesterday was the first real time I’ve been Out in Indiana since I went full time, and not feeling a twinge of fear going anywhere in the last couple of days has only helps bolster my ego as far as being me is concerned.
And now that taxes are out of the way I’ve confirmed that I will be able to start electrolysis this summer, which is going to be even more of a boon, because removing the last of my facial hair is going to be one of those things that gets the old life out of the way for good. So time to look that up when I’m back home.
Now, about writing . . .
April I’ll finish up editing on Kolor Ijo and start getting it out of the way and out for publication. Right now I’m looking at June for having it up, and I’m really going to try and stick hard to that, because I need something published. It’s been two years; it’s time.
And in only a few days, the counter on my page should flip from “1 Month” to “Days to Go” on the start of writing for B For Bewitching. I’ve had that story on my mind for a while, and I’ve thought a bit about the story beyond B. And one of the things that keeps coming back to me is that, eventually, those nasty hormonal changes the kids are going through will need to be addressed. I’m guessing there were enchantments at Hogwarts that kept the kids from losing their minds and indulging in shenanigans, but at my magical school there’s a reason the food is enchanted with contraceptives . . .
Yeah, if there are any really good candidates for “Oops, we did it,” status, it’s Annie and Kerry. Though I’m not going to make that easy for them–
Trust me. I’ve many wrenches to throw into their machinery, and I’m not afraid to use them.