The chicken is in the oven to go on the table at 5 PM; neither mom nor me care much for turkey anyway, and I'll have time to get plenty of sleep before the NHK Trophy starts after midnight. I just finished episode 7 of Jessica Jones, ( and the end was odd for me... )
. Mom and I went for a walk during the heat of the day, when we ended up taking our coats off. The variances in the weather aren't nice for my sinuses, but they aren't causing any me serious issues right now. There are various things I can be thankful for, from general good health to getting promoted, but I find this year I think of one thing above all others.
For me, 2015 has been the year I seriously took the plunge back into fanfic and fandom. I was never fully disconnected, but in recent years I haven’t had much to do with it; I was focused on other things. I was inching in already, thanks to the MCU in general and Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D., but movies don’t come out often enough for me to go full-blown, and Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. wasn’t the show most suited to it either(at least at first). But then Daredevil landed, and I took the plunge back in. I’ve written more in the past six months than I did during some years, and what I put on the backburner in favor of trying to become a published novelist, I now feel differently about. For better or for worse, I am a fanfic author, that is my identity in life, and I’m learning to embrace it, once and for all. I’ve never been ashamed, but now I’m proud. Let the world scorn me or dismiss me for not being a respectable published woman(though I still might self-publish a book that is essentially Jane Austen fanfic anyway); I don’t give a damn.( And I've discovered, much to my delight, that the world I came to isn't the world I drifted out of half a decade back. )