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I went to see the PT again yesterday. I was mentally geared up for another murder session like the first one, and, y’know, she worked me over really well. Softened me up, and then went to really start the heavy duty work on my shoulders and…

There’s an Impossible Knot in my left trapezius, which she’d loosened up last time by going through my armpit. (Oh god the pain, but it was amazing.) Anyway, so she went after the knot yesterday without going through my armpit first, and I mean, she’s, like, got a vise-grip pinch on it, right? There’s no other word for what she was doing except ‘pinch’. And I’m figuring, “Okay, so she’s gonna pinch it for a minute here and then she’ll go through the armpit,” which is basically what she did last time.

Except after maybe 20 seconds of pinching, the knot and the muscle went FLIBBA FLOOBA FLOOB and shuddered all the way down my shoulder toward my spine as it loosened up. I was like WAIT WHAT? and said “Holy crap, there’s some residual improvement from the first session, which was a whole month ago! I thought we’d be starting from scratch!”

PT was like, nah, I told you, three sessions or so, and I was like but you said three sessions IN A ROW!

Anyway, so I was enormously heartened by that and immediately started thinking about actually practicing yoga. Look, IDK, it just made sense to me.

And THEN, instead of spending what felt, in the first session, like two YEARS on each armpit, causing me breath-taking pain, she spent like…two minutes on each pit. Or maybe five, but by comparison to last time it was nothing. In fact, she got done with one and I said, “Is that it? Are you sure you’re doing this right?” which made her laugh and promise me she was sure, she did this about seven times a day. “But it’s so much less awful!” I protested, and she told me I was much less frozen up and well on my way to recovery.

And I tell you what, I didn’t spend the rest of the day doing the 3CP0 walk, and my armpits aren’t nearly as sore this time as they were last time, but my shoulders feel as good as they did last time. Better, even, because last time I literally spent the next two days feeling weird around the shoulders because they were so much looser and it was like my body didn’t know what to do with that. And they’re looser now, too, but the degree isn’t as dramatic and I don’t feel as weird, because I’m apparently looser overall than I was before the first session.

AND THEN I was heading over to see a friend, and walked by The Back Shop, which always has cool looking, comfortable looking chairs in it, and in the window they had a chair that looked *exactly* like what I need to replace my writing chair*, which is about 15 years old now and is making my butt numb when I sit in it very long. I can’t replace it right now, but it was SO HEARTENING to see *exactly* what I need. It’s all giving me hope that I can get myself into better condition and then not exacerbate old injuries with less-than-ideal working conditions.

*No, I’m not replacing the cool arm-mounted fully split keyboard, just the chair. But that means I need a chair with post arms that the keyboard can be mounted *on*, which will also give me back support and all the rest of it.

me & my boy

Indy and I had a splendid day today.

We stopped at the local Pokemon gym and claimed it on the way home from school, and walked enough candies to evolve our Abra into a Kadabra, which was pretty darn exciting. He did his chores and homework cooperatively, and we went through ALL our Pokemon and found our Grimer only needed ONE CANDY to evolve. So we went for a bike ride/Pokehunt. He’s learning to ride his bike, and there’s a nice little housing estate next door that has a big loop perfect for such things, and I thought if we did three loops plus home and back again, we’d have walked far enough to get the candy. And if the distance marker was better, we probably would have, but as it was we got the Grimer to like 2.3 out of 3km walked to earn the candy. Indy was exhausted by then. *laughs* We brought the bike home, and I proposed we walk down to town centre, which would theoretically give us not only the Grimer candy but ALSO hatch our 10K egg and the 5K eggs we had running.

We got the candy but not the eggs! Woe! We switched to our Digglet, which needed like 13 candies, and ended up with .2 and .4km to walk, respectively, to hatch the eggs. We had dinner out, took a taxi home, and Indy, who was staggering with exhaustion, thought we should go straight for a little walk and try to hatch our eggs. So we did, except the phone was at like 13% battery when we started walking, and about 7% when we hatched the 10K egg (I don’t even remember what we got out of it!). Then we had .2km left to hatch the other eggs and 6% battery, and we were walking faster and faster and faster, and Indy said, “We’d better RUN!” so we did, and he’d shout, “How much battery left?” and I’d try to read it while running and with my glasses bouncing on my nose, not exactly the easiest thing to do, and I’d yell, “Five percent!” and then he’d yell, “How much now?!” and I’d yell, “FOUR PERCENT!” and we RAN and we RAN and THREE percent and TWO PERCENT and ONE PERCENT AND WE WERE AT THE HOUSE AND THE EGGS HATCHED

and the phone went dead!

We were laughing so hard we could barely stand up. We ran into the house and plugged the phone in, and as soon as it had charged enough we turned it back on to find out WHAT WE’D HATCHED

and it turned out we’d hatched a Digglet, which gave us ENOUGH CANDIES to EVOLVE OUR DIGGLET, TOO!

So we got three new evolutions today and set Clefairy as our buddy and had brownies and watched My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic and that was our lovely day. ♥ ♥ ♥

I started a novella on January 1. It was gonna be a quick & dirty little retelling of Beauty and the Beast, and it was gonna be 25-30K and written in a week, and I was gonna slap a cheapie cover on it and fling it up onto the interwebs in a Surprise Novella Drop!

When, at the end of a week’s writing and 23.5 thousand words, I had only just gotten to the Beast, it was pretty clear that this was not going to be a novella, and that in fact it had gotten entirely out of hand and maybe it would be worth getting my magnificent cover artist, Tara O’Shea (Fringe-Element.net) to do a proper cover.

At the end of TWO weeks, it was 60,000 words long, a proper (if short) novel, and *finished*.

I sent the dreadfully rough draft off to some beta readers last night and by this morning was convinced I had made the worst mistake in the world, giving it to ANYBODY in that format. But then I had email from one of them, who’d made the mistake of checking her email after midnight when she’d gotten home from an event, and stayed up all night reading it. She said, “It is utterly charming and completely engrossing and very difficult to put down,” and that made me feel better. :)

I’m giving it a week to rest while a few other betas have a go at it, and then it’s going to go through the fastest revision process known to me, and then I’m gonna start the year off with a bang:

ROSES IN AMBER drops on or about February 1!

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Picoreview: La La Land: either too much reality or too much fantasy, but either way, a total failure to succeed.

La La Land is billed as “the kind of movie Hollywood doesn’t make anymore.” This is not accurate. This is the kind of movie Hollywood never made. It is not a slick, charming Hollywood movie musical. Neither is it a Hollywood style dreams-meet-reality drama. It attempts to be both, and succeeds at neither.

I’m not much of a Ryan Gosling fan. I understand he’s apparently an extremely nice person, which is wonderful, but I find his screen presence somewhat less compelling than that of, say, mashed potatoes. I went to La La Land anyway, in the hopes that this would be the movie–because it was a movie musical, how could it not!–that would convert me to Gosling fandom.

I was instead reminded of a review my father once endured, which went something like this: “Murphy played the part quietly. So quietly, in fact, that occasionally one looked at him on the stage, and wondered what he was doing there.”

I cannot imagine, save for the fact that Gosling is apparently a really nice guy, and evidently plays the piano well, why anybody has been inspired to nominate him for awards for this movie, much less actually give them to him. He danced moderately well and could perhaps have done more, given the chance. He sang in a range between poor and inadequate, although I’m given the impression that Gosling *can* sing, so I have no idea why he didn’t do it well.

Emma Stone, of whom I’m quite fond, was slightly better, if for no other reason than, as an aspiring actress, we got to see her go through several auditions and thus perform a wider range of emotions. She had one knockout song, but performed the rest of her songs in a tiny breathless little voice that I can only presume was meant to set us up for a Big Wow when she belted out the good song, but which in fact made me spend most of the movie feeling like they should have cast somebody who sang a lot better than that, if they were going to do a movie musical.

There are a handful of very nice scenes. The big opening number isn’t one of them. The obligatory dream scene dance at the observatory (which delighted me going in to it, because movie musicals should always have a dream scene dance if they possibly can) *was* one of them, except for the fact that the entire *dance* part of it was done in cutaway silhouettes, leaving me feeling like Gosling and Stone had probably not actually been the performers in it. I mean, they may have been, I don’t know, but the impression left was that they were not.

The final number was *exactly* what La La Land is pitched as being: a movie like Hollywood doesn’t make anymore. For five minutes, Gosling had charm, he and Stone had chemistry, the production quality was slick and musical-like, and I had hopes that they were going to have a last-minute hail mary that would make me almost (almost) forgive the rest of the movie.

They followed it up by blowing it entirely. What they did was fine for the romantic drama film version of the movie they were making. In the dramatic film version of that movie, I would have really enjoyed the way they ended the story.

It was an utterly shite ending for a musical, totally failing to understand the structure and payoff of a musical movie structure.

Aside from what I’ve seen described as the self-congratulatory-Hollywoodness of it all, I cannot imagine why the film is on the awards circuit. It felt like a misfire from beginning to end, and I wish they’d made one of the two movies they tried cramming into this one. Either would have been a lot more satisfying than what they ended up with.

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I see I’ve managed to get ten days into the new year without posting. In my defense, I’ve been writing, which is a nice change of pace. In fact, I seem to have been taken by an Attack Book, so I’m going to run with it to the end and see how that goes.

We’ve finished watching season 3 of Miss Fisher, and were horrified to find that it was only 8 episodes long! Which we found out when the 8th episode ended and Netflix flipped to “what would you like to watch next”. We shrieked in horror and have been flailing about ever since.

What a wonderful show. I want to cut my hair into a bob and do a million pushups so I have arms like hers and wear fabulous clothes. I don’t necessarily need to solve murders, but flirting outrageously with Nathan Page sounds pretty good. What a great show. What great costumes. *flails* :)

Other than that, I’ve read a couple books so far this year, which is off to a good start. I haven’t started doing anything amazingly fitness-oriented, like losing the 10 pounds I’ve regained or even, y’know, some pushups. I seem to have no willpower when it comes to sweets, and I know the answer to a lack of willpower is “do not put temptation in your grasp” but I keep doing it anyway.

I haven’t started doing more art, or coloring, or studying a language. I haven’t begun listening to more music (and you’d think that one would be easy). There are, to quote a certain modestly popular musical of the day, a million things I haven’t done.

But just you wait.

Just you wait.

:)