March 21, 2018

Posted in Uncategorized tagged at 9:13 pm by vrtrakowski

I finally sat down today and created a spreadsheet of all my posted fic and its locations, from my new site to my old, on and AO3 and LJ.  Including the Advent stories and the drabbles.

It’s roughly 300 items.


That doesn’t count the multiple-chapter stories.  Not that I have a lot of those, but it’ll add another hundred pages or so to the lot.

Okay, yes, I’ve been posting since roughly 2000.  According to, I’ve put up almost 1.8 million words, so more than that.

Let’s just say that porting everything over to the new site is gonna take a lonnnnng while.

(Not to mention the still-unanswered questions.  How do I classify crossovers, particularly those where the cross is a spoiler?  What about the three sets of Advent stories, which are multiple fandoms?  What about that one fic I posted anonymously?  Do I list series stories together, or separately?  Why was I born too soon to take computer classes in school?)

(This is not to say I’m not glad to do it.  It’s needed to be done for some time.  But it’s not going to be quick, particularly when I keep changing little details in the format.)


March 14, 2018


Posted in Uncategorized tagged , , , at 8:55 pm by vrtrakowski

Well, I’ve solved the biggest hurdle on my attempt at a new fic site.  Now, I may yet encounter one that makes me throw up my hands and quit Weebly, but for the moment I am going ahead on putting stuff back up.

So on that note, I will point out (for you long-time CSI/GSR fans) that Breakfast at Grissom’s is posted again.  I don’t think I’ll be announcing every repost here, but a few of ’em were available nowhere but on my Light in the Mirror site, including this one, so for anyone who was looking for it…

Please note that it is rated NC-17.

January 20, 2018

Well, that’s annoying

Posted in Uncategorized at 1:34 am by vrtrakowski

Tuesday evening…I think it was Tuesday…my laptop died.

*moment of silence*

I’ve spent the intervening time trying to resurrect it, with no success.  Also going into mild Internet withdrawal.  This is not unexpected; the Chromebook was three years old and I had used it hard.

I do have my faithful Mac, of course, but it’s ten years old and one OS too far, and therefore is a bit sloooow.  Also awkward to use without a desk and a proper chair, which I don’t have.  Currently I have an old translucent iMac keyboard plugged in, with my thumb hooking under it to keep it in place on my knees.  I got it from the thrift store when my wireless keyboard gave up, and it locks up every time I forget and use caps lock.

Needs drive, though, so I’m trying to work out where to put the iMac so I can type comfortably.  Got fic to write.

I intend to replace the Chromebook, but I can’t do it until next month.  We’ll see how things work.

Next step: secure hard drive from old machine.  *hefts hammer*

November 19, 2017

This is weird.

Posted in Uncategorized tagged , at 8:05 pm by vrtrakowski

A couple of days ago, I was looking for a book I’ve had for decades, whose title I’d been trying to remember, off and on, for a while.  I knew it had “princess” in the title, but I couldn’t recall the rest of it.

Then I glanced over at one of my shelves while I was doing something else, and remembered the title at exactly the moment I spotted the book.  The Piebald Princess, by Joan Balfour Payne (it’s delightful, and delightfully illustrated.  A lifetime favorite).  There it was, and I smiled, but declined to grab it just then because it was out of reach (my bookroom is a disaster).  I recognized the spine, the old blue-gray library binding of the hardcover, the print of the title.

Tonight I went back to get it and read it.

It’s not there.

I haven’t touched it since I moved all my books into that room.  And while I’m not beyond saying my apartment is sporadically haunted–occasionally something invisible jumps onto the bed with me when my tangible cats are visibly elsewhere–this is different.

All I can say is, it had better turn up soon.  I will take a very dim view of my books being hidden.

September 12, 2017

Posted in Uncategorized at 7:11 pm by vrtrakowski

I’ve seen a post going around about how bland British food is. And having spent eight months there long ago, and never finding a burger that wasn’t cooked halfway to crisp but in the American restaurant, I can agree on some things (granted, this was the height of the mad cow scare). You think pineapple on a pizza is weird? Try canned corn.

But every time someone claims British food is bland, I remember stepping into a bakery in Bath and buying an eclair made that morning, a crisp shell filled with fresh whipped cream (none of that yellow pastry-cream goo, feh) and glazed with a sweet dark layer of rich chocolate.

I could get piping hot pasties stuffed with fluffy potato and just enough sharp cheese to be a delicious meal in itself; the pastry would crumble into thin buttery flakes. Or sausage rolls with sausage that was sausage, all the way through, and not laden with old pepper the way the American stuff is. In fact, the sausages by themselves were mellow, subtly flavored links that were just greasy enough and not too greasy.

I could sit down in a teashop and get raisin teacakes slathered in melted butter, sweet and salty and oh so good. Or a plate of scones; delicate, dense rounds just barely sweet, to be split and spread with the heavy richness of clotted cream and topped with the garnet sharp-sweetness of strawberry jam. Nothing will ever match scones and cream; I dream about it.

More varieties of cheese than I knew existed, and all locally made. Good chocolate, not some poor excuse that has only enough cacao to meet the legal minimum–chocolate that came in textures. Golden, crunchy filled cookies that bore as much resemblance to an Oreo as fresh-made mousse does to canned pudding. Candy bars with layers of chocolate, caramel, and delicate wafers that had actual flavor, not just a blast of sweetness. The indescribable weirdness of the Crunchie bar.

If you think British food is bland, you just haven’t tried the right thing yet.

August 31, 2017

Your assistance, please?

Posted in Uncategorized tagged , at 8:52 pm by vrtrakowski

My fanfic Website, such as it is, may be shutting down soon, and in any case it’s showing its age. I’m experimenting with a Weebly site to host the stuff. If you’re interested and feeling kind, would you please visit it and tell me if it’s working? There’s very little there just yet, but I’ve got a basic framework roughed out.

Thank you!

August 28, 2017

Posted in Uncategorized tagged at 8:49 pm by vrtrakowski

I dream more vividly and clearly if I leave off my CPAP machine. Which I try not to do, even though I usually enjoy the dreams, but this past weekend I kept drifting off without it.

The landscape set in trees, with ancient buildings half built into the ground, was stunning enough, but the colors–the sky was so deep a blue as to be almost upper-atmosphere, and the air was so clear.  And the light was brilliant.  There was a mud-edged road running past, that had a trick of looking like a tall cliff when one peered over the edge.  My mother had a guidebook about the place and we laughed at the illusion of the road.

And then it deteriorated into something that wanted to be horror but didn’t quite make it, invoking Labyrinth and The Princess Bride and voluntary sacrifice.  Which just shows my age, really.

But the colors.

August 12, 2017


Posted in Uncategorized at 8:56 am by vrtrakowski

I just got word that my fanfiction site is being moved to a different parent domain next month.  Now, I haven’t updated that poor thing in probably two years, due mainly to moving to a laptop and away from my nice WYSIWYG site-building software.  But I’m still writing fic (really.  I am).

I have no idea if this move will break all the links on my pages.  If so, fixing them all is cause to shudder; HttM alone has forty chapter pages, with about forty-five links per page (so my HTML skills are minimal.  Bite me).

The site does get a few readers every month.  I’m sure lots of people have old links and bookmarks from the CSI/GSR heyday.

As it is, I’m gradually copying fic over from to AO3, partly because it’s an easier site to use, partly because it offers the downloading option, which is very handy; partly because is just kind of annoying.  But I haven’t been copying everything.  Some of it doesn’t seem worth the effort, due to age or quality or length or context.*

Up until I stopped updating my site, it was the complete public collection, minus a few bits that were only posted on LJ.  There’s something to be said for having everything in one place, yet not cluttering up public feeds.^

I considered, briefly, renting server space somewhere and designing my own site.  But that’s outside my budget and considerably outside my coding skills, not to mention my visual imagination.  Cincoflex has very generously offered to host my stuff on her site, but I’m not sure that’s the answer either.

Are individual fic sites still a thing?  Is it possible to post stories on, say, WordPress, and still make it easy to search and access?  I kind of want something that’s under my control, but I don’t think I have the ability to make it happen.

I suppose I’ll have to redesign the whole thing, and I am very bad at visual design.  *grumble*  And it’s a project that’ll take months, no matter how I go about it.

Y’know, if I’d been just a year or two younger, I might have gotten into computer programming.  But when I was in high school that sort of thing was for the magnet students, not us regular plebes, and I don’t think my college offered courses like that.†  I suppose I could take a course on site building now, but see above statement about $.


*It’s a sliding scale anyway.  Most of these fandoms are pretty dead.  They get a few hits on AO3, but it may just be curiosity.

^I assume that someone rummaging around on my site is interested at least marginally in my writing.  Nobody wants to have to pick through little irrelevant bits while searching for a particular topic.

†This was still the early days of the personal computer.  I think HS had Apple IIs or some such, and college was very proud to own some of the first NeXTs.  My own PC was pre-Windows.

June 4, 2017

Posted in Uncategorized at 10:21 pm by vrtrakowski

Thursday morning, I put off work to go purchase the new Lego Saturn V rocket, since the employee I talked to thought it might sell out before the end of the day.  It’s a meter high when assembled, with just under 2000 pieces and an instruction book that has almost 200 pages.  The interior is a Lego equivalent of what was actually inside the rocket.

Today, I gave it to my godson as a birthday present.

Six hours later:


He had to get technical help once, and physical help a few times (his fingers weren’t strong enough).  Aside from that, he put it together by himself, steady and busy and often standing on one leg like a stork.

He’s nine.

It’s almost as tall as he is.  It’s a set designed for adults, that took two grown men four hours to put together in tandem.

His fingers will hurt tomorrow.  My brain hurts now.

His verdict?  “The best Lego set ever.”

April 19, 2017

Posted in Uncategorized at 10:59 pm by vrtrakowski


So, today I got one of these things.  

I spent an interesting few minutes torn between my inner nine-year-old and my mature this-is-silly self, and almost didn’t give into the marketing, in large part because it would have been embarrassing to go in and ask for it.

But the more I thought about it, the more that attitude seemed to be misogynistic–because it was brightly colored with pink, and fantastical and frivolous, it was therefore not worth my attention?  Pah.  And it looked kind of fun.

(I avoided the embarrassment factor neatly by doing a mobile order.  First time, too.)

Plus, I grew up in the ‘80s, when unicorns were a Thing.  I always preferred pegasi, because they can fly, but unicorns were close behind.  I never really believed in fairies or trolls, but unicorns…well.  Can you prove that they don’t?


(Look, it matches my shoes!)

It brightened my day a little.  And I thought–I need to chase unicorns more often.  Not necessarily bright pink-and-blue drinks, but the small elusive moments that make me laugh.  Rare, beautiful, whimsical.  Bumblebees.  Nifty clouds.  Terrific book covers.  Exquisite puns.  You know.

I realize that sounds like a dippity-doo inspirational Pinterest article, but who cares.  They’re my unicorns to chase.

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