Sunbottom’s Day

Lord Bitweaver’s Journal, 1st of Colddark, 716

Today I spent time either gloriously wasted or well-spent on the foundations of a series bible for “Captain Shadow”. Maybe it will prove to be too much distraction from the chronicling of Managlitch City, but the urge to write space opera again has been growing in me. I want to do audio dramas, or even (dare I dream) video productions for the web. Space opera is my first love, and while as always it will be tons of work, it could be tons of fun.

I know why the Captain suffers from their morphic events, I know what the Voidknife exterior looks like, and I have a semisolid idea who is chasing zem. I haven’t yet decided on hir pronouns, though Roxy Ozone thinks I should shift them all the time to reflect the confusion surrounding the Captain and the crap that transpeople have to deal in real life.

I do need to get back to Episode Eighteen as soon as possible, but I’m not about to turn down creative ideas for anything when I get them.

The Macross Delta preview was great – new shiny Valkyries PLUS magical girls (though it’s all tech in this story) but it looks like we’re getting the two-dimensional bastards as bad guys we’ve been seeing in Macross for a while. The Victorian Christmas Special for Sherlock was the best thing I’ve seen from that show since Season Two at least, so total yay. The meta-text was wonderful, the repeated point that Watson is far more intelligent than often portrayed was appreciated, and I did not expect a reference to a Holmes novel by Nicholas Meyer. Nicely done.

My Starfleet past has been popping into my life a lot recently. I wore one of my uniforms for the first time in years to a New Year’s costume party, and got compliments from people who were expecting me in a dress. I just edited a new e-book version of the Multiverse Cycle, and I’m wanting to build the replacement Pathfinder model kit again. It’s nice to be getting some enjoyment again from that part of my history.

Physically and emotionally, I’ve been feeling like CRAP for weeks. Roxy wants me to talk to my doctor about checking my thyroid or something. I’ll try anything to kick loose this cloud of bleh.

And that’s Colddark first.