WordPress classic. Yes.

I see WordPress has a new way of publishing posts.

I don’t like it one bit, and I, for one, am glad they keep this old version available for us. Hopefully it’s permanent.

In any case, here’s just a basic update on everything going on in casa de Marshman and Albert, I guess, since I live with James now:

  • I’m now assistant manager at the bookstore where I work. This literally only means I went from knowing what I was doing every single day (magazine and magazine-related work) to doing whatever Lexi (the boss) doesn’t feel like doing at any given time. I am a glorified minion. That being said, having worked there for four and a half years, I’m pretty excited about any kind of say in how the store runs.
  • I’m living with James that’s not news
  • We’re going to get a cat that is news
  • Abomination, the sequel to my magnum opus, Changeling, is nearly finished and currently clocking in just under 250 000 words.
  • I read Written In My Own Heart’s Blood, the eighth Outlander book by Diana Gabaldon, and wept and laughed and can’t wait another five years for the next book.
  • Also, the tv show makes me fangirl super hard.
  • I binge-played Dragon Age: Origins and married Alistair that… may or may not be news

Also, Halloween is coming and I’ve got a very exciting costume planned that plays off my Doctor Who addiction. Stay tuned.

And in the meantime, between my infrequent relevant posts, continue to enjoy the flash fiction I’m posting on a sometimes weekly basis. By the way, those come from random prompts at the writing group I go to. I go to a writing group now. Writing groups are cool.

Until next time!

Best dream ever


image from theguardian.com

So I’ve been watching a lot of Doctor Who lately, which is great, and as such, naturally it would seep its way into my subconscious. I had to write down this dream somewhere before I forgot.

I was at work, one of those this is work but it doesn’t look like work because it’s a dream things and when I looked out the window, there across the street were David Tennant and Matt Smith in full getup, just chatting as they waited for the light to cross.

See ya, work. I’m going to meet the Doctor(s)! Maybe they’ll give me autographs and photos or something.

They both greeted me pleasantly, as I’m sure they’re pretty used to people stopping them in the street. Matt had to go do something involving somebody’s cat, I think? so David invited me to join him for some errand he had to run, as well. So, obviously, I went.

We went into someone’s house nearby and messed around a bit. Could not tell you what we were possibly there to do. In any case, after the people there started to offer us food, I brought us to a nearby rooftop pub. A friend of mine was there, so we chatted for a bit and watched her struggle to actually get food in her mouth dreams, amirite?

So we left the pub and went into the parking lot. Determined to not part ways with a man who is clearly my new best friend, I showed him my car.

Now, my actual car, Sir Percival Beverlynn, is a whiny mess who groants and screams at everything.

Dream car, however, was precisely that: one of my dream cars. Though it was never said in-dream, and I had a different name for it there, it bore a striking resemblance to McLaren P1.


Image from uncrate.com

Needless to say, David was pretty psyched and took it on a joy ride.

At some point the party ended, and we went back to the intersection where I’d found him. Matt was just getting back as well, holding a cat crate so clearly his errand was successful and after we all parted ways, I went back into my place of work and bragged to everyone that this time, David Tennant was my companion.

This was actually one of the best dreams that actually kind of had a timeline and made sense that I’ve ever had.

Thanks, brain, for seriously entertaining me.