2019 Wrap Up
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wyntir_knightSo, let's see what happened in 2019, shall we?
January
I wrote The Gift.
Then I went on a medication to help me lose weight (a medication that has a small amount of antidepressant in it) and discovered through that that I have depression. It was like a fog that I had never known was there just lifted off of me.
I wrote and posted the third chapter of You Remind Me of Someone I Used to Know.
My eldest cat developed epilepsy and my youngest was diagnosed with a immunodeficiency or some kind.
I put up (not posted) the first chapter of Being Human, my attempt at a humanized transformers story that turned into an MCU crossover.
February
Chapter two of Being Human went up.
The Choice and Role Play were saved from their hiding place on my google drive, though I will admit that I wrote them in 2015 and 2016 respectively.
March
Night Terrors was posted.
An untitled Onslaught/Blast Off piece went up.
April
I officially signed up for Robot Big Bang with an idea I'd been playing around with for quite some time -- Smokescreen and Swindle are bonded before the war. The bond is effectively broken when Swindle was jailed and Smokescreen spiraled. Then, the Combaticons are awakened on Earth, Smokey and Swindle find each other, and move heaven and earth to be together. It was going to be good!
May
In May my father had a major stoke and spent a long, long time in the hospital. It was awful. Between the crap care he was getting, the lack of information from the doctors, the fact that they had both our home phone number and my father's name wrong despite multiple attempts to get them to fix their records, the mixed messaged regarding his expired health card, and my mother's general fragility through it all ... well the next several months were not good. They just weren't.
June
Chapter three of Being Human went up.
I got into a major car accident thanks to a young male jackass who wasn't paying attention in an area where I could not see him coming and my car was totaled. Then the tow company (who I later learned was on site illegally) held my car hostage. The Insurance company claimed that the car could be fixed and got me a loaner (the Ford Fusion is a very nice car!) until the dealership's body shop let me know that the car was, in fact, totaled. And father was still in hospital.
July
I officially drop out of Robot Big Bang because there was no way I was going to be able to finish. Between the car accident and my father in the hospital all of my creativity left me. On the plus side, dad was released and ended up as an out-patient in a rehab program. Of course, that wasn't without its own drama because the release section of the hospital is staffed by morons and crooks. They never told us the same thing twice, we had no idea what was going on, they were still calling the wrong damned number and on top of it we found out that they put my father on anti-psychotics because he was hallucinating. Here's the thing - infections reveal themselves in seniors as hallucinations a lot of time. Turns out the staff were ignoring a series of major infections he had as well as some brain bleeds. They also sent him for heart surgery to prevent a future stroke even thought the cardiologist said that there was no way that the clot that caused dad's stroke came from his heart. The neurologist went ahead with it anyway only to discover that they couldn't do the surgery because of a computer malfunction (note; there was no computer malfunction. The hospital switched to a new systems that the surgeons were refusing to learn). And then the real fun began.
- a young doctor discovers that dad has a clot in both lungs;
- dad is sent to have a mesh thing installed in his lungs to catch the clots;
- dad goes in for the Cardiologist disapproved heart surgery to have a device input only now the lung things are in the way;
- the lung things are removed;
- the heart surgery goes ahead only the device (a watchman) doesn't fit;
- the lung things are reinstalled.
So four surgeries. Laproscopic, but still. Four surgeries. But dad was finally home and we were now dealing with weaning him of the anti-psychotics and with his general confusion and the new blindness in his left eye.
Oh, and I take possession of dad's car. It's a 2006 Suzuki Grand Vitera and in order to have it transferred I need it to be checked out. Well, it turns out that this car basically had no breaks and the oil hadn't been changed in years even though the dealership had charged dad for both services several times over the years. Well, I should say former dealership. They were no longer in Suzukis.
August
I write a thing about Transformers reproduction.
September
I wrote a little Red Alert fic called It's not paranoia if I'm right!.
Survivor's Guilt is put up - It's a Smokescreen and Bluestreak fic dealing with the anniversary of the destruction of Praxus.
October
I posted Part 1 and Part 2 of Bleeding Daylight.
November
NaNoWriMo happened. And then life happened. We had a move at work that was supposed to happen in September, then October, then at some point in December. And then mid-November we were informed that we had two weeks to downsize, pack up, and get out. So, yeah, it was a chore to get through the 50K needed. I managed it, but it's mostly outlining and some scenes for later in the fic.
December
So this month the post move things lasted until just recently so it's been less than productive, but I have managed to get back into my Big Bang fic and get some more of it written. Of course, now that I don't have a due date on it, there's a part of me that's tempted to expand several of the scenes. Right now there's a lot of skipping of scenes and many characters who are glossed over because they aren't key to the plot as a whole. Of course then there's the problem of where do I stop. So that was the month. Some writing, a lot of plotting, and the hopes that I might be able to start posting for real next month.
I also put up an almost complete piece - You can't spell success without ..., an Ironhide and Cliffjumper fic. It's not quite done yet, but I'm really not sure of where to go with it. Combat can be a beast to write sometimes.
And that's it. 2019 at a glance. Nine fics or parts of fics put up here with three officially posted over on A03. So much better than last year!
January
I wrote The Gift.
Then I went on a medication to help me lose weight (a medication that has a small amount of antidepressant in it) and discovered through that that I have depression. It was like a fog that I had never known was there just lifted off of me.
I wrote and posted the third chapter of You Remind Me of Someone I Used to Know.
My eldest cat developed epilepsy and my youngest was diagnosed with a immunodeficiency or some kind.
I put up (not posted) the first chapter of Being Human, my attempt at a humanized transformers story that turned into an MCU crossover.
February
Chapter two of Being Human went up.
The Choice and Role Play were saved from their hiding place on my google drive, though I will admit that I wrote them in 2015 and 2016 respectively.
March
Night Terrors was posted.
An untitled Onslaught/Blast Off piece went up.
April
I officially signed up for Robot Big Bang with an idea I'd been playing around with for quite some time -- Smokescreen and Swindle are bonded before the war. The bond is effectively broken when Swindle was jailed and Smokescreen spiraled. Then, the Combaticons are awakened on Earth, Smokey and Swindle find each other, and move heaven and earth to be together. It was going to be good!
May
In May my father had a major stoke and spent a long, long time in the hospital. It was awful. Between the crap care he was getting, the lack of information from the doctors, the fact that they had both our home phone number and my father's name wrong despite multiple attempts to get them to fix their records, the mixed messaged regarding his expired health card, and my mother's general fragility through it all ... well the next several months were not good. They just weren't.
June
Chapter three of Being Human went up.
I got into a major car accident thanks to a young male jackass who wasn't paying attention in an area where I could not see him coming and my car was totaled. Then the tow company (who I later learned was on site illegally) held my car hostage. The Insurance company claimed that the car could be fixed and got me a loaner (the Ford Fusion is a very nice car!) until the dealership's body shop let me know that the car was, in fact, totaled. And father was still in hospital.
July
I officially drop out of Robot Big Bang because there was no way I was going to be able to finish. Between the car accident and my father in the hospital all of my creativity left me. On the plus side, dad was released and ended up as an out-patient in a rehab program. Of course, that wasn't without its own drama because the release section of the hospital is staffed by morons and crooks. They never told us the same thing twice, we had no idea what was going on, they were still calling the wrong damned number and on top of it we found out that they put my father on anti-psychotics because he was hallucinating. Here's the thing - infections reveal themselves in seniors as hallucinations a lot of time. Turns out the staff were ignoring a series of major infections he had as well as some brain bleeds. They also sent him for heart surgery to prevent a future stroke even thought the cardiologist said that there was no way that the clot that caused dad's stroke came from his heart. The neurologist went ahead with it anyway only to discover that they couldn't do the surgery because of a computer malfunction (note; there was no computer malfunction. The hospital switched to a new systems that the surgeons were refusing to learn). And then the real fun began.
- a young doctor discovers that dad has a clot in both lungs;
- dad is sent to have a mesh thing installed in his lungs to catch the clots;
- dad goes in for the Cardiologist disapproved heart surgery to have a device input only now the lung things are in the way;
- the lung things are removed;
- the heart surgery goes ahead only the device (a watchman) doesn't fit;
- the lung things are reinstalled.
So four surgeries. Laproscopic, but still. Four surgeries. But dad was finally home and we were now dealing with weaning him of the anti-psychotics and with his general confusion and the new blindness in his left eye.
Oh, and I take possession of dad's car. It's a 2006 Suzuki Grand Vitera and in order to have it transferred I need it to be checked out. Well, it turns out that this car basically had no breaks and the oil hadn't been changed in years even though the dealership had charged dad for both services several times over the years. Well, I should say former dealership. They were no longer in Suzukis.
August
I write a thing about Transformers reproduction.
September
I wrote a little Red Alert fic called It's not paranoia if I'm right!.
Survivor's Guilt is put up - It's a Smokescreen and Bluestreak fic dealing with the anniversary of the destruction of Praxus.
October
I posted Part 1 and Part 2 of Bleeding Daylight.
November
NaNoWriMo happened. And then life happened. We had a move at work that was supposed to happen in September, then October, then at some point in December. And then mid-November we were informed that we had two weeks to downsize, pack up, and get out. So, yeah, it was a chore to get through the 50K needed. I managed it, but it's mostly outlining and some scenes for later in the fic.
December
So this month the post move things lasted until just recently so it's been less than productive, but I have managed to get back into my Big Bang fic and get some more of it written. Of course, now that I don't have a due date on it, there's a part of me that's tempted to expand several of the scenes. Right now there's a lot of skipping of scenes and many characters who are glossed over because they aren't key to the plot as a whole. Of course then there's the problem of where do I stop. So that was the month. Some writing, a lot of plotting, and the hopes that I might be able to start posting for real next month.
I also put up an almost complete piece - You can't spell success without ..., an Ironhide and Cliffjumper fic. It's not quite done yet, but I'm really not sure of where to go with it. Combat can be a beast to write sometimes.
And that's it. 2019 at a glance. Nine fics or parts of fics put up here with three officially posted over on A03. So much better than last year!