Divine Intervention Trumps Verizon?
May. 10th, 2013 11:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dr_pretentiousI finished the faerie jailbreak story last night, largely because Verizon's DSL is kaput all over my neighborhood. So many people have crowded into the cafes that offer free wi-fi that the only way I could post my latest Black Gate blog post was by parking at the outermost edge of AT&T wi-fi range of Starbucks at 1:30am. Not only was there no available seat inside--the parking lot was so full of orphaned internet users that it looked like a drive-in movie theater with personal screens inside the cars.
I have no idea what caused Verizon's little problem--they haven't had any useful answers about why, when, or whether, and to heck with them, we're switching providers now--but I'm grateful for it. Dionysus (or, as Gareth calls him, Mommy's storytelling god) stepped into my head and informed me that last night was the night to Finish The Story. I had thought I had another two weeks of chipping away at it ahead of me, but bang, bang, bang, I got straight to the end.
There are lots of commitments I haven't been able to make progress on, and if you're one of the people I need to write something to or for that requires a more versatile internet tool than a smartphone, sorry, it might be a bit longer. For once, though, I got to keep a commitment to myself.
My younger kid has befriended the sons of a very conservative Christian family, so I've been on a lot of playdates lately alongside a kind, thoughtful mom who is culturally completely different from me. About half of her communications with her children include at least a reference to, if not a quote from, Bible verses. The only speck of the Bible I've been able to call to mind all month is from the Song of Songs: They made me keeper of the vineyards; but mine own vineyard have I not kept. I'm sure my storytelling god is amused. Well, we'll see how the story ages in its little paper cask.
I have no idea what caused Verizon's little problem--they haven't had any useful answers about why, when, or whether, and to heck with them, we're switching providers now--but I'm grateful for it. Dionysus (or, as Gareth calls him, Mommy's storytelling god) stepped into my head and informed me that last night was the night to Finish The Story. I had thought I had another two weeks of chipping away at it ahead of me, but bang, bang, bang, I got straight to the end.
There are lots of commitments I haven't been able to make progress on, and if you're one of the people I need to write something to or for that requires a more versatile internet tool than a smartphone, sorry, it might be a bit longer. For once, though, I got to keep a commitment to myself.
My younger kid has befriended the sons of a very conservative Christian family, so I've been on a lot of playdates lately alongside a kind, thoughtful mom who is culturally completely different from me. About half of her communications with her children include at least a reference to, if not a quote from, Bible verses. The only speck of the Bible I've been able to call to mind all month is from the Song of Songs: They made me keeper of the vineyards; but mine own vineyard have I not kept. I'm sure my storytelling god is amused. Well, we'll see how the story ages in its little paper cask.
