#miolee

And ~I think you’re great too~, anon!

I’m having a baby, I want to engage in a deeper study of Cenemi, and I will be preparing for a series of assessments as I prepare for whatever comes next (My cousin works in aquaculture, Shrimp’s elder brother is a construction worker, and my mother is the kind of teacher who sits on curriculum committees, so...).   It feels really strange to turn down so much work, but at this point I literally don’t have time for anything other than family, my own art or preparing for colony life.

And so, on my way out, a confession. 

There was a particular video game company that once hired me to do some music for a planned expansion and they were the worst. Expected me to read minds, gave me tight deadlines and then wouldn’t give me feedback for weeks afterwards, didn’t pay me on time.  It quickly became clear that I was never going to work with them again.  Getting fired would have been a relief.  

And there was this one character who was just...if there was a character reds would headcanon as a secret red, it would be them.  Magician from elsewhere, evasive about their past, lots of sorrowful gazing into the sunset.  

Also the ships coming in right now are carrying reds who were living in Biyan.

(Also Miovay, FTL conditions, castehopping Isel relatives, we’re just generaly pleased)

~We are~! But I have a few things I want to do first!

And you know, it’s funny! When I first started planning it, I was expecting to helping people move in, not ~helping them move out~!

1.  There’s no such thing as a secret red.

Nothing!

But the music side of things-both composing and translation-I make most of my money working on commercial projects where the main teams are located in other countries.  That depends on cheap, easy communication, which might not be a sure thing if I’m on another planet.

I’m not quite sure how the trade-deals-and-gov’t papers side of the translation business is going to go.  I’m certainly not going to starve.

But it’s also true that a planet of our own would mean many more children and therefore a lot of ‘orange’ jobs opening up, reactivating my mother’s well suppressed desire to see me follow in her footsteps.