Annoyance

Due to, basically, an insane amount of shit, I'm moving this month. Obviously, if for some reason you have my address, I will not be at it for long, but I don't know where I'm moving to - at this point, I'd take a fucking hot air balloon over the Gobi as long as it wasn't my current apartment. So, um, don't send anything.

I do not like it when I need to get a lawyer and then make someone cry, but I am damn good at both, so we shall see how this plays out. But SUPPOSEDLY they contacted me to raise my rent in February and JUST NOW got around to noticing that I never paid it. Because, of course, they TOTALLY sent me a letter, rather than how they apprised me of the other rent increases they have done, by having the apartment manager STAPLE IT TO MY FUCKING DOOR.

Oh, and bear in mind, when the rent went up on the fifth (who the fuck, other than unethical bastards, raises the rent in the MIDDLE of the payment time? Especially on a Friday, when EVERYONE GOT PAID - oh wait, I KNEW they were unethical) and I did not - funny - pay the fifty dollar increase, they informed me of that, and I PAID IT even though I thought it was horseshit at the time?

I call bullshit, bullshit, and more bullshit. Hence the lawyer, and hence the moving. And the funny part is that this is, as far as I can tell, entirely brought on by my request for the phone number of the property management company.

I think I should just assume that Nano just got skullfucked until it begged unless this gets sorted out really fast (or else unless I can start moving like NOW and just move slowly until Dec. 1).

*sighs* I wish I could afford to buy now.

Ah well. Now it's time to make someone cry!

I haven't made anyone cry yet

But so, okay. Here's the breakdown.

Nano = 50K words in 30 days. Or 1666.666666 per day. Call it 1667/day. Times seven equals 11,669, and divided by five equals 2333.8, or 2334. If I get up early every day (and zomg GET AN OUTLINE) and write 2300 words a day, I not only have weekends free to move and smack a bitch, I get Nano done.

Fuck everything. I want to finish my goddamn book. I want to finish it, because then I can sell it and THEN I can buy a goddamn house.

And 2300 words is not so much different from 1668 anyway - I'm writing that much already every day, in everything else I write, so I can just as easily look at it in terms of doubling my output rather than 2334 timesing it. And I've turned my sleep schedule around, anyway. Halloween morning, I woke up at 5:45, despite having set the alarm for six. This morning I woke up at 3:15, despite having set the alarm for five. Obviously it is not getting up at five that I'm doing, it's getting up after five or six hours of sleep. If I can keep that up without turning into the zombie-of-tired I was last week, I'm golden.

Fuck life for throwing a curveball. Here's your ball back, bitch.

#89 - Theodore Nott, "The More You Try To Erase Me"

Title: The More You Try To Erase Me
Fandom: Harry Potter: Theodore Nott
Characters:Theo Nott
Prompt: 89, Work
Word Count: 1520
Rating: R for violence and suggested adult themes.
Summary: Theo's work has always been death, whatever causes him to be paid.
Author's Notes: Written originally for Jus Ad Bellum. This story marks the start of a different continuity for Theo than I have previously written. In this continuity he is teaching at Durmstrang, is unmarried, but is in a relationship with a student, Jasper Perkins, and has custody of Harry Potter. He is still an oneiromant. Title taken from the Thom Yorke song "The Eraser". Unbetaed.

( The More You Try To Erase Me )