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Hi! I’ve moved to a new web home at rosebfischer.com

This blog is still semi-active because I like reblogging and don’t have that function on the new site.  Most of what you’ll find here now is reblogs.  If you’re looking for my blog posts, visit the new site!

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Love Stories: Randor and Marlena

I want to reshare these amazing tributes to the two people whose love story has held my imagination for close to thirty years.  I felt like sharing them today would be appropriate.  The vidder is an amazing artist who uses the fandom nick Teelana78.

Love Stories: Randor and Marlena was originally published on Rose B. Fischer

My Biggest Pop-Culture Plottin Pet Peeve

 

[This is a slightly altered version of one of my earliest blog posts, cleaned up as a standalone piece.

 

My biggest plotting pet peeve can be summed up  in the following phrase:

“I can’t tell you —for your own protection!”

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It’s often used in connection with characters who have secret identities or live double lives. So, it’s common when dealing with superheroes, but I’ve also seen it in urban fantasy, thrillers, mystery novels, and it pops up every now and again in high fantasy. You have a hero who is supposed to be trustworthy keeping a huge secret from his or her loved ones, coworkers, etc. The secret is usually justified by saying something to the effect that if any of these people knew the secret, it would put them in greater danger. The problem is, these people are usually in a lot of danger anyway, and keeping them in the dark doesn’t serve any useful purpose. It’s a lazy, cheap, overused way of creating plot tension, and it becomes an excuse to keep characters from growing and changing in their relationships with one another.

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I Will Not Pretend I Am Not on My Period to Make You More Comfortable

Part-Time Monster

I’m on my period, and I don’t really care whether or not you know it.

Does that freak you out, that first sentence? It’s possible that it does–freak you out, I mean. Quite possible. It’s taken me a long time to say something so brazen (Is it brazen? I have no idea anymore) in such a very public way.  It freaks me out a little to say it, and I’m a grown-ass woman who has given birth to a child and who has about zero illusions left when it comes to bodily functions.

I’m not sure when I became a woman who doesn’t mind if the world knows that she’s on her period. I think, though, that it happened when I started surrounding myself with women, and especially with women who allowed themselves to openly discuss menstruation, childbirth, and sex.

But periods, though—periods are something that, as a society, we like to…

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This is a modified version of the Coffeeshare I didn’t finish last week.

If we were having coffee, I would still be offering you lemonade or something else cool. It’s about 95° here, and currently 86° in my house. So maybe, instead of having lemonade we would go out somewhere where we have air-conditioning for a while.

 

Would you like to go see Ghostbusters?

 

We can have something to drink after.

 

I would tell you that I’m pretty damn proud of myself right now. It’s been a difficult couple of weeks. I have edema in my legs, and as the heat mounts, I get a lot of really uncomfortable swelling.  Because I use a wheelchair, it poolls in the back of my knees as well as my ankles, and my diuretics haven’t been helping much at all. (Though they’re still making me pee like crazy.)

 

So, getting in and out of bed has become about a 90 minute process involving a leg lifter that hooks around my feet because I can’t pull them up from the back of my knees anymore.

 

Then I’m up every third hour or so to pee and have to start the process over.

 

Standard procedure is for me to go on total bedrest and elevate my legs when this happens, but I haven’t been able to because my arm injuries make it too hard for me to be getting in and out bed every time I need to use the bathroom.  If I did that many bed-to-chair-to-toilet transfers in a day, I’d permanently injure myself.

 

My toilet seat snapped off one of its hinges last week, and it took several days of calling my landlord’s answering service to get anyone else here to fix it. Let me just tell you that when you have poor balance in the first place, are having difficulty standing because your legs are swollen, and your shoulders feel like there permanently dislocated, AND you’re running back and forth to the bathroom all day, a fucking toilet seat that slides out from under you if you put pressure on the wrong side IS NOT a fun thing to deal with.

 

Especially on three hours or so of sleep.

 

So through all this, I showed up to my sessions with my coach, took my client calls, free strategy calls, and gave free strategy tips in my FB group this week.

I’ve spent about six hours this week working with my 1:1 client to help her flesh out her book idea and figure out where she wants to go with it. That’s a bonus to the paid work we did last Saturday.

I’m SUPER EXCITED to see her make so much progress!

 

For my other client, I’m putting together a list of book recs and a case study of exactly how I create my blog and social media content to maximize my authority, get traffic, and keep everything on brand without exhausting myself.

 

Hannah and I finally came up with a concept for an underwater story.  That’s something we’ve been planning to do for years, but we kept waiting on an idea we liked.  Now we’re probably looking at a trilogy, and any spare time I’ve had has been spent developing that.

So…

Basically I kick ass at life and am the most committed person in existence, because what I WANTED to do these last couple weeks was sit in front of a fan and cry.

 

If I told you this, you’d probably be yelling at me to go to the doctor, so I’ll just say:

 

They’re not going to do anything except tell me to elevate my legs and stay in bed.

I don’t qualify for additional long term in home services and the process of getting short term services takes so long that by the time I qualified, the swelling would go away on its own because I the weather will cool.

 

I’m looking for a new piece of furniture that I can use to elevate my legs; the problem is that most footstools are just too high for me to lift my legs onto and so present the same difficulty.  If I have to keep using my arms/leg lifter to lift my legs up and down, I’ll hurt myself anyway.

 

Right now I’ve got a laundry basket piled with bags of winter clothes I was going to donate.  It’s not actually high enough to prevent the pooling issue, but it’s better than nothing.  I’ll be holding onto the winter clothes for a while.  So much for the “declutter your life and everything will be better” theory.

 

 

If you hadn’t noticed, I’ve moved my Coffeeshare to my business blog because I feel like it needs a bit more of a personal touch.  I’ll be alternating between here and my author site depending on subject matter.

 

 

I accidentally published two posts here that were meant to go live next week and the week after.  SO I’ll be adding content and images to those and probably linking to them again.

 

There are some new self-care posts up on Hardcore Hope, but I haven’t been doing much promotion.  I’ll make up for it once the rest of my life slows down.  HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

 

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This is a modified version of the Coffeeshare I didn’t finish last week. was originally published on Rose B. Fischer

The Founding Fathers: A Rant.

Here are some things the “Founding Fathers” thought, since we keep having this dialogue about religious freedom based on what these dudes intended:
 
Founding Fathers–Hey, it’s totally okay for white humans to own black humans!
 
Founding Fathers–Hey, it’s totally fine for male humans to own all the property and have all the rights and for female humans to stay at home and raise babies.
 
Founding Fathers–HEY IT’S ABSOLUTELY OKAY FOR YOU TO KILL YOUR BLACK SLAVES IF THEY RUN AWAY FROM YOU.
 
These dudes were not exactly paragons of modern virtue.
 
Let’s get that clear right now.
 
 
 
Look, folks. Once and for all. Religious freedom means that the government does not have the right to impose a religion on you.
 
It doesn’t mean that YOU have right to expect everyone else to follow your religious laws or that you can refuse service to me in the public sector based on your religious beliefs. We do not live in a theocracy. I don’t care what you think your holy book says about my body, my sexuality, my place in the world.

The Founding Fathers: A Rant. was originally published on Rose B. Fischer

#WeekendCoffeeShare: In Which I Issue A Challenge – Part-Time Monster

If we were having coffee, we might be on the go today. I have a few errands to run–library, bank, bills, and whatnot–and we’ve had coffee on the couch for the last few weeks, a da…

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If we were having coffee today, I would be quiet.  My thoughts are in much the same place as Diana’s, and I’ve made a commitment that I won’t write about the recent shootings.  As a white woman, I feel like it’s more appropriate to support my friends of color and give their voices room, both here and on my social media.  The only things I’ve done–or will continue to do–involve confronting racism by other whites when it tries to drown out those incredible voices.  So I’ll be quiet for a while.  Signing off.

#WeekendCoffeeShare: In Which I Issue A Challenge – Part-Time Monster was originally published on Rose B. Fischer

#WeekendCoffeeShare: In Which I Issue A Challenge

If we were having coffee today, I would be quiet. My thoughts are in much the same place as Diana’s, and I’ve made a commitment that I won’t write about the recent shootings. As a white woman, I feel like it’s more appropriate to support my friends of color and give their voices room, both here and on my social media. The only things I’ve done–or will continue to do–involve confronting racism by other whites when it tries to drown out those incredible voices. So I’ll be quiet for a while. Signing off.

Part-Time Monster

If we were having coffee, we might be on the go today. I have a few errands to run–library, bank, bills, and whatnot–and we’ve had coffee on the couch for the last few weeks, a day out might be nice. In any case, I need to get myself out of the house and in the sunshine, because I’ve been inside for the better part of the last several days.

The news this week, the resulting fallout from the deaths of Alton Sterling in Baton Rouge and Philando Castile in Minneapolis, has definitely affected me. I’ve gone from sad to angry about a dozen times, watched and occasionally leaped into the volley of social media arguments and conversation happening. I didn’t write much about it on any of my social media, mostly because I don’t think mine is the voice that needs to be heard right now. Of course, total silence…

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