Getting back to it is the best thing.

I shall do tomorrow. Today, my body is informing me in a rather firm manner*, is a day off. Probably sensible. First day off for about six weeks.

*using the tools of migraine, exhaustion and passing out. Those are quite heavy-duty tools. You can back off now, body. Thanks.

using the tools of migraine, exhaustion and passing out.

Sounds like a day off is a good thing.

Very little progress on 25 last night. Schedule-wise I'm unlikely to get very far the rest of the week. I really want to get through this revision so I can start fixing up stuff in the next revision. Sigh, I can't do it all at once. At least I gave up on having a goal for getting finished. I think the next revision will be pretty major too.

I keep thinking of things I want to adjust in my story today. It's one of those times I'd like a week in a cabin with a laptop and get a lot done. It's hard knowing I won't have a chance to do anything until tomorrow night when I'll have 60-90 minutes.

I got an unexpected 30 minutes in last night. We'll see if the part I worked on goes over well or not, I'm not sure about it, but I want to move on. I've already done that bit of dialogue twice.

I think the rest of the chapter should be more straightforward after that. A good thing about planning on another significant revision is not feeling like I have to feel good about every single thing.

Had a weird dream last that (yes this belongs in "write way"). A serial killer was holding me hostage, and would only let me live as long as I could sing dirty songs. After I got through a number I remembered (including "Hi Ho Kathusulum", "The Ballad of Eskimo Nell", and "The Hedgehog can never be buggered at all"), I made up one "The Doctor is bigger on the inside ...". And I woke up remembering the lyrics. Trying to decide whether to write them down or not. Not sure the world will be a better place for a filthy song "The Doctor is bigger on the inside".

David Ten-Inch!!

Speaking of NaNoWriMo, I'll cross-post this from Natter: Two Lumps takes on NaNoWriMo and throws in a bonus slam on Stephanie Meyer.

Ooh. I've just been sternly corrected in my use of language by a potential research participant. Contrary to the language used in my advertisement, apparently he is a 'Christian with a disability', NOT a 'disabled Christian'. As I'm used to telling people off for calling me a 'person with a disability' (as non-social model language), I am rather amused. (Must work out how to explain my social model position to him without being disrespectful of his choice of language use.)

Talking of potential research participants, I have ten of them now. I really need to put together an actual research design and work out what I'm going to do with these participants.

Dissertation work continues. Tutor says I can have an extra two weeks' extension if I need it. I'm going to try to have it done by the end of the November (the current deadline) anyway, as I seriously need to get it out the way.

Sometimes I think the endless language debates are going to suck the movement up its own asshole.(I don't think there is a socially acceptable way to write that; let me know.) Tiny example from my own life: Some of you may not know, but I occasionally volunteer for a disability arts 'zine that mostly seems to exist to prove that disabled people can be just as illiterate and emo as everyone else, but occasionally? There is that one story/essay, right?

And I won't say which end of the divide my own writing comes down on, but I do occasionally create content. One day I'm ahead of schedule, so to be funny, I send out my work with this quote attached:

"Call me Helen Keller, cause I'm a Miracle Worker, baby." Instead of notes, I get three e-mails telling me how "I got it wrong,"

Sigh. Because that's why it's funny. That Ari only knows that because of the box-office the film brought in, or something...he can't be bothered to learn that the play gives Ms. Sullivan the miracle-working credit.(well, that and the Piven delivery, which can make me laugh at some pretty appalling shit.) And if you told him he wouldn't give a fuck, either. That would be Lloyd's,excuse me, LLOYD'S business to know.

I may never make a joke to another crowd of disabled people, PWDs, or whatever other terms anyone wants to use, for the rest of my life.

I think we started out in a good place with that, as nobody is going to extend rights to, you know, "the lame," or "helpless cripples" but I don't know...sometimes getting it right can make you do the wacky.

I'm with you there, erika. I was just amused to be corrected like a small child with grammar issues. (I don't much care what other people say, as long as they don't call me something I don't like. Then I get tetchy.)

Yeah, of course...that's different. And there are things I say here that I wouldn't say in "mixed" company outside of the internets. Like, sometimes I hate some of the stuff that House throws around. It's completely in character for him not to be constrained in saying "bitter cripple," and etc. I think it's funny as hell most of the time. But I also hate it because it makes some of those young fangirls say things that I really wish they wouldn't. And it's hard to explain why, because House, nominal gimp, has no problem with...and the fact he only has a supervisor for, like, three minutes a show, only partially clues them into the Reality Not Reflected-ness of the thing.