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These past few months have just been really freaking stressful.

Life/School Stuff

Last semester of my program, or so I thought. I'm walking in May, but won't be able to receive my actual degree until December because of circumstances that mean I'll be taking a class as a directed study in the Fall, after completing my internship over the summer.

I mean. If I can find an internship, which so far isn't looking good considering I'm being very picky about what I want but for very good reasons. Basically, the field has two sides to it, very different from each other, and I am definitely very interested in one side over the other. Problem being, that side is less popular with students (many who start out interested in it end up being more interested in the other side by the time they graduate) and harder to find internships and jobs for. And the department isn't very helpful at all--they would rather push us into internship for the other side than help us find internships that are relevant to our interests and what we want to do.

The problem being that the sides are so different that once you get established in a career on one side, it's really difficult to move to the other. Because it's assumed you don't know anything about that side, having worked on the other. Sigh.

Then one of my professors decided to tell me in class, in front of everyone, that because I struggle with statistics (thanks to a legitimate, diagnosed learning disability that the university has record of) I'm wasting my money by being here. And then the entire department except for one person completely minimized the effect this had on me and that I felt betrayed (because the prof knew about this, I had spoken with her extensively about my diagnosis last year when I was assessed) and unable, for my own mental and emotional well-being, to continue the class with her.

There's a lot more baggage there, but that's the gist of the situation. I'm pleased with the outcome but not with the absolutely surreal way I was treated in the two weeks it took to get there.

(I was told she's claiming now that she didn't say "money," she said "time," and that she wasn't directing it at me specifically but at the whole class. My response: "I... don't understand how that's supposed to be better.")

(I honestly believe they've never had a student advocate for themselves so hard and so thoroughly before.)

Also, I feel like my meds aren't really working like they should; I'm way more scattered and unable to focus than I was when the Adderall was working and I don't think the Wellbutrin with working, either. So, I've also had both the ADD and the MDD to contend with more than I feel I should.

The Savitar Chronicles: The Book of Legends

The upside to this is that I now have waaaaaay more time than I did with two classes and an assistantship, with only one class and an assistantship. Meaning, I have actual time to work on TSC: tBoL.

I finished chapter four last night. That leaves three more chapters to go, and I have a general idea of what happens in each. So, hopefully, it won't take too much longer to finish out the book. And I have a couple of scene ideas for the third interlude.

THEN I get to move on to the book I've been looking forward to since I started this ride... two years ago??? Wow. Y'all, I haven't written this much in a long, long time. And it's been even longer since I finished anything I really liked. And I really like TSC.

I'm excited, and I hope y'all are, too.

I'm with my parents in Louisiana. Christmas is done. School work is done (well except for the one incomplete class), and I might have an internship.

And so, work on The Book of Legends has commenced.

I'm currently in the middle of writing one of the scenes I've been looking forward to, because it links the stories of season three of The Flash and season two of Legends of Tomorrow in a way that should have been obvious to the show writers. It was obvious to me, and I kept waiting for them to make that connection, but they never did.

Just one of the myriad things about the canon story of Savitar that makes me angry. Even now.

Just wanted to drop a post to say that the work has begun! I hope to have the Book finished by the end of January, and then it will be off to beta. When my wonderful beta, purpleyin is through with it, it'll start going up on AO3, chapter by chapter, every Tuesday, as usual.

And then, only one more Tempus Absolutum and one more Book.

So applied project, for better or worse, is submitted.

So is the final project for HRM.

All I have left is the final exam for work motivation and to revise a lit review for my assistantship supervisor.

Thursday is the last day of classes.

Friday I fly out to spend two weeks with my parents (ugh).

I plan to do as much writing as possible in those two weeks before coming back for my spring semester January 10th.

Hopefully, my last semester.

Wish me luck.

I should be working on "The Book of Legends," and I am. I'm letting it percolate, but surprisingly enough it's already starting to come together. I think I've figured out how to do the thing. But have I written any words on it?

Not today.

Today I skipped ahead and wrote a scene for the last book in TSC, name to be announced at the end of tBoL.

I skipped ahead and wrote a scene for the last book so I could lead up to a Batman joke.

It was worth it. You'll see. Eventually.

I'm so excited! The Book of Flash Chapter One is up on AO3! (It wasn't supposed to go up until tomorrow, but apparently AO3 doesn't allow for the scheduling of posts, oops.)

Enjoy!


The Savitar Chronicles: The Book of Flash, Chapter One.

Title: The Savitar Chronicles: The First Book of Arrow
Rating: Mature
Status: Work-in-Progress
Pairing: Gen
Warnings: Major character death, violence
Category: Crossover, drama, angst, tragedy, AU I guess even though I think this is how it really should have happened. Time travel.
Summary: The truth of Savitar's story, from the beginning to the way it should have ended. As we begin in the First Book of Arrow, Iris is dead and the dark road is open.

Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/13068516/chapters/29895099