Here I was, thinking I was actually going to get some writing done this weekend. I’ve only been able to write a few paragraphs of Knight Commander, including a whole new plot and some other additions. There’s been a few new influences on my writing and in trying to recreate some witnessed camraderie, I had to restructure some of the scenes a little better to keep it interesting. I have no idea why, but when I write Trek stories, I really get into it, but when I write Hope Station, it feels like I’m just writing a history essay. There’s definitely a different sense about how I feel about my characters and those I create in a universe that someone else created. I think Ann Crispin described it analogously as swimming in a heated pool versus swimming the English Channel in the dead of winter. One is really comfortable while the other is not. I’d like to get at least one book out and done first, so I can use it as a foundation. But, that’s taking a lot longer and more creativity than writing Trek fanfics, I can admit to that without hesitation.

I finally got my Thanksgiving work schedule. Looks like that because of all the vacations being planned right around the holidays, we’re going to be keeping the old three-by-twelve schedule until after the first of the year. One of my coworkers is already on vacation until the second of December. I’m going to be on vacation from the second until the eleventh, and then another coworker is taking Christmas off, while the rest of us scramble to cover. All I asked was to not work New Year’s Eve/Day, because I’m planning on a little party that night, filled with anime, music, and food. I’m really looking forward to that, now that I have a place of my own in which to hold it. No more having to answer to anyone else about it. Todd’s looking forward to it, I know that much. It’ll be just like in the olden days. Hell, maybe Ken will show up… or maybe not.

Interestingly enough, I have been asked to stand ready to fill in for Christmas week, so looks like I’m not making any plans and I’m just going to stay home and wait for them to call me. I don’t want to be up in the Santa Cruz mountains and then get called… well, actually, I wouldn’t. My cell phone doesn’t reach up there, anyway. But it would suck for me to be oncall and not be reachable. So I guess I’ll have to stay within a reasonable distance.