It never fails

So, I just got my computer back from the shop. It’s hard drive is now shiny, but not really new, having been wiped and the OS reinstalled to fix the handful of corrupted files I didn’t know I had. That and a new fan, since the old one was just beginning to fail on me. I’ve hooked everything back up, but I haven’t started on the disheartening prospect of reinstalling all my programs and moving over my backed up files. I’m not going to lose anything, unlike in the Great Laptop Crash of 2005, thanks to my obsessive use of an external hard drive. But it’s still such a daunting task, even just to make a list of what programs will be missing and whether I can drag them from the back-up, the second computer, or the internet.

I’ve spent a lot of time outside this past week, which means getting less work done, but feeling less crazy. The weather has been unusually nice and even I, a devoted fan of fog and rain, have enjoyed the sun. I haven’t done as much work as I would like. But there is something I’ve been messing with:

There’s nothing new there yet — the next issue’s deadline is late February — but I’d like to point you over to an alternate blog of mine. This is, basically, a puppet set up to let me contribute to Shousetsu Bang*Bang, an e-zine of boy’s love stories. I have contributed before and you can find my work, under Daifuku Hoyako, here. I was not sure for a long time whether I would bring this work into my official canon. But what I’ve done and want to do over at Torquere is so similar, I really think, that it seemed silly to relegate this to the literary closet.

Please look forward to my future contributions to SSBB. As with the zine itself, my stories there are written with a healthy sense of fun and a love for the somewhat eccentric world of yaoi/yuri (gay and lesbian) manga. Please don’t take anything too seriously. But I do hope you enjoy them.

Published by Joyce Sully

Joyce Sully believes in magic and dragons and ghosts, but is not convinced her next-door neighbors are real. So she writes stories. Really, what else could she do?