I’m so far behind on the next Wee Doctor chapter,
partially because I make poor life choices and partially because my
brain will not do what it’s told to do. I have written a lot of creepy
Moriarty and started writing about Davey and Elsie being epic, but it
quickly devolved into nonsense. That was because I was distracted by
things. It happens.
Also in some good news (for me) I’m almost
done with my syllabus and am hoping that I don’t get a lot of people in
my class who know everything about genealogy and want to teach my class
for me. This is also a thing that happens. Especially since I’m
teaching at a (small, very, very small) conference. That I don’t know
how to deal with without sending them constipated hate eyes. Kind of
like what it would look like if Moriarty was actually an enormous
marshmallow that looked at pictures of baby mammals and crocheted things
for people in his free time. And then glared at people.
He actually might do that. Nevermind.
I’ll
simply say I’m both constitutionally predisposition to throw people out
of my Viking longboat into the path of disgruntled sharks after burning
their village to the ground and also carry sad children fifty
miles on my back so that they can have cupcakes and the belief that they
are important that someone loves them.
I live a complex life.
So,
as I was saying, almost done with my syllabus, manfully trying not to
snarl at anyone who comments on my class. Or in my class. I’m really a
nice person, I promise.
And then next week I will be very busy
at the Family History Library in Salt Lake City, if anyone is around I
will be reading Medieval chicken scratch and having feels all over the
piles of microfilms. This is very exciting for me, but also sad, as I
could probably do some good work there for my last client who is
currently not talking to me after I did a lot of hard work. I will not
get into the situation which my cupcake side doesn’t get a say in, my
Viking side is sullen about and the Scotswoman in me is getting rather
perturbed.
Since I’ll be rather away there probably isn’t going
to be another chapter in two weeks. Although I may be floating around
depending on whether or not I’m paranoid enough to leave my laptop at
home. This is kind of strange, but if any of my followers (or other
tumblr folk) have something they want me to look up for them at the
Library feel free to comment or send me an ask. I’m rather good
(there’s very, very little I’m not painfully modest about, so you can
reasonably trust me on this) and I don’t mind doing little bits of
research. It’s strange, but there it is. It’s a precious week and I
don’t want to waste it. So fire away.
This is getting long, apologies. To recap (or as they say, teal deer):
1. The next chapter of Small Families may be late.
2. There likely won’t be a chapter of Small Families in two weeks.
3. I’m almost done with my class syllabus. (Yay!)
4.
If anyone has something they’d like me to research for them at the
Family History Library in Salt Lake City, genealogy wise, send me a
message and I’ll take some time to look some stuff up for you.
5.
Seriously, if you have any family history that needs looking up. I’m
like Sherlock with the stuff. Not in that I’m exceedingly brilliant
beyond any reason, just that if I don’t have a pedigree to work on I go a
bit mad and start throwing people off my Viking longboat.
Thank you and good night!
(Edit: apologies to anyone who say the original of this message, I tend to make mistakes when super busy.)
6 years ago
[I remember teaching this class, it was my first time going all my own material for a conference.]
Speak with Tenderness 