Morning

Another Monday morning. At some point this week I go back to part time work, so I can start to actually work on my writing again. A few more hours free in the morning, and soon the season will be over and I can have even more time. Can’t wait. Life is too short to put off the good things, and the good things are so rarely what we think they are, or hope for. The good things are the things we have to do, not what we want to do. Things we have to do because we just aren’t complete unless we do them. Writing, for me, is like housework. You can forget about doing it for a while, but things start to feel pretty grimy after a bit. You can live a life feeling grimy, but why? Might as well be drunk all the time. Might as well…

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Friday Night Fights

Great night at Academie Duello’s Friday Fight Night last night. Another stellar turn-out, and I got some truly great fights in. Not enough, as usual…my sword started to wobble in the guard so I had to call it quits for the night. Should be an easy repair, but not something I wanted to tackle at the time. But I had my fun, so it’s all good. And we got to make the first showing for Valkyrie WMA. I’m looking forward to building up our competitive strengths. I’m not generally a fan of competition, but I’ve experienced what it can be at it’s best, and that can be a very good thing indeed. Devon has built a good school with a strong group of fighters that can consistently bring that sense of fun to a fight. They also have a solid “house” style. What we will be building in our Valkyrie…

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Bald Chicanery

Chicory, anyway. One of the advantages of having a wife who works for a spice and organic dry goods distributor is the wonderful panoply of flavours that flow through the house. We get all kinds of samples. Some are for baking or photographing, others are just surplus. Today I found a sample container of Chicory, so I’m sipping on that instead of my morning tea. No idea how people can confuse this taste for coffee. It’s not a bad taste…I used a french press, the same way I make my coffee…it’s strong, sweet, and somewhat malty with a smokiness from the roasting. Tasty hot, unpleasantly sour and bitter when cold. Interesting, though. Class last night didn’t work out the way I had expected. We had a shortage of safety gear and uneven numbers, so I had to make the decision in the second half to split the class into two.…

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Ground zero

I got a lot of benefits out of being trained in the survival of the fittest school of fencing. Challenge matches against other martial artists are a breeze. I’m used to the crazy, the insane, the unexpected. When I was learning rapier, lessons were rudimentary at best. Drills were a thing done sporadically, and all of it was seen as a thing between you and some good sparring. Learning was a thing to get past as soon as possible, and all added up not more than a few hours of inconvenience. On any given night, you might be fighting a pudgy newbie fresh from the gaming table, or a cagey tournament champ with close to twenty years experience and a chip on his shoulder. You never knew who you were going to face, you never knew what the person behind the other sword was going to bring to you in…

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Fimbulwinter delayed

Going back to part-time work next week, thank god. It was nice having full-time pay for a bit, but I’ve been suffering from a surfeit of imagination sans outlet. My only writing outlet has been this blog. I’m getting a lot more professional in my writing approach, at least. Instead of an hour or two to get myself in the right mood, I’m able to get writing with just a nice cup of tea or coffee, and a stare out the window. A complete post takes about as tenth as long as they used to. That’s not from choice…it’s because I only have a very narrow window of time to write in the morning. And the writing must flow. The blog is a commitment, the other writing is a desperate hope. Commitments first… One day of recovery from the last class down, and I’m starting to think about the layout…

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Smooth flow setting in

Almost didn’t have time for a blog post this morning. After-class drinks ran a little late, and there was pizza and winter ale and tzatziki, and good conversation. Followed up with even more heavy rain when I woke up, how can you blame a guy for wanting to sleep in a little? Not to mention the sneaking fear of morning post workout pain. But I’m awake anyway, and have a few moments before work, so here we are. The workout and boxing portion of the class is coming along nicely. The drills frame everything nicely, and give me a chance to alter and change lessons as we go, depending on what the students need. The workout is becoming tight, the two a week schedule is allowing adaption to happen at a good pace. Soon everyone will be ready for the really hard stuff. Mwahaha. Had our first injury last night,…

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