I haven't been out to LJ in so long, I've forgotten how to use some of the bling on here. I'm on FB more these days, and even that is hit-and-miss. I've become a sucktastic social networker.
Fandom - Lately I've been reading mostly in the Once Upon a Time 'verse (Rumbelle is my OTP). A lot of excellent writing in that fandom, and I've enjoyed a bunch of stories. It doesn't hurt that I'm a Robert Carlyle fan either.
Music - I've discovered the phenomenal Sarah Jarosz who sings in a blue grass style (though not all of her music is BG), a musical genre I've never had interest in until now. This girl is amazing. If you get a chance, find her on Youtube and check her out. I'd recommend Run Away, Build Me Up from Bones and Come on Up to the House (a Tom Waits tune). And then have a listen to the ethereal Wailin' Jennys. Storm Comin and Bright Morning Stars blew me away the first time I heard them.
Writing - I'm stalled on a Stargate Atlantis fanfic because all my free time is consumed trying to finish this next book and get it over to my editors for slaughter.
Reading - I've been working on pulling together a small collection of both fiction and nonfiction works on the life of Francoise Scarron, Madame de Maintenon, the morganatic wife of Louis XIV. I've read everything I can get my hands on and am now hunting down the English translations of her letters.
Real life (aka, the truly boring stuff) - a few months ago, my eldest took gold in the Regional Women's Y12 Foil group in fencing. She did poorly in the pool bouts. Distracted, stressed, overheated. By the time she made it to the elimination rounds, she was emotionally at rock bottom. I told her to do her best and finish. Afterwards, we'd celebrate that it was just over. Obviously, the old cliche that when you hit bottom the only way is up is true. She kicked ass in the elimination rounds (where it really counts). Won the gold bout by 1 point with 4 seconds left on the clock. I think she was in shock. I was practically in cardiac arrest.
My son, who is autistic and mostly nonverbal, has decided to become an escape artist and try walk-abouts in the neighborhood. We've had to lock this place down worse than Fort Knox to keep him from sneaking out and making his way to grandma's house who lives a mile away. We've already had to go on one frantic search for him, aided by the sheriff's department. You'd think a rigorous level of vigilance would take care of that, but no. We are vigilant, but he's so fast and so quiet that I'd have to shackle him to my wrist. Thus, we have 4 different kinds of locks on all the outside doors and I've called a couple of contractors to give me bids on installing a gate across my front entryway.
Work, house repairs, child rearing, homse schooling, writing and watching my hair turn gray -- all part of the fun.
See you on the flip side, flist.