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12 September 2012 @ 04:00 pm
20 21 slots down at hoggywartyxmas sign-ups with dear Horace Slughorn.

...no one happens to be especially skilled at Divinations around here, hmm?

Skilled enough to tell me how my Big Move later this month will go, how my job hunt will go, how my settling into life in a new city will go--settling into a house that is almost a city, with 10 very social people plus guests, 8 cats, a rabbit and a young ferret? How able I'll be to wrap my head around the idea of a new story--and goodness gracious, the writing of it? Or if I'll fall back into a pit of Writer's Insecurity and Writer's Despair, since I'm only half-way out of the last one I plummeted into?

What's that you say? No, you can't, just as you can't See even with your trained Inner Eye into the Great Beyond of a Fest, mystical and magical things that they are?

Ah. Sigh. Neither can I. Never can, in fact, although I usually have a bit less planned for the holiday season than I do presently.

But it seems that everyone's managed to sign up--even some who didn't think they'd manage--and 2012 is an apocalypse year, according to some historical Seers of Sybill's ilk. Nothing else to do in an apocalyptic year than party with dear friends (physical and fictional).

My brother just brought me food for no reason at all. Surely that is a kind herald to the gifts to come (chips/fries are very important in the science of Divination, you know). And winter is my season...

Alright, alright. Yesterday I didn't think I'd sign up out of fear that my story would be sub-par with my officially moving to a new place and more hectic pace and out of my decision not to join fests this year--but two others managed to find excuses, too. In the end, a year with 3 fests when one intended to join none at all is still reasonable: it only amounts to a quarter of a fest every month, after all.

Okay then. I've talked myself into it. If I feel like I'm dying of everything hectic in a few months, point me back here and tell me it's no one's fault but mine.

ETA: 22 down with my sign-up comment. Not sure why I'm still holding my breath. Good, there, a breath. Really acknowledging this Future Thing now. Hopefully HoggyWarty will be a calming influence in what will otherwise likely be a busy and somewhat frightening time full of change... Nerrrrrrves. Oh, Wilhelmina, please guide me through this winter!

Running Edit: 23, 7 left 24, 6 left 25, 5 left 26, 4 left 28, 2 left
woldywoldy on September 12th, 2012 10:12 pm (UTC)
Gosh, your new living arrangement sounds almost like Hogwarts, minus the toad and murderous DADA teacher.
Kiwi Crocus: Fantasy || Unicorn hug.cranky__crocus on September 12th, 2012 10:19 pm (UTC)
Very much like Hogwarts, with me in a little room up at the top (I have called it the "little cupboard-tower over the stars"). I'm leaving the toad at my family home; the other day my family and I were watching television together and this one little toad hopped right across the playroom floor. I took it back outside--how no idea how it found its way inside, either. :P

I hope to give the murderous DADA teacher a miss altogether, but if that doesn't work I suppose I could try sweet-talking some centaurs...