I caved in and bought paid hosting for the NaNo website. Anika knew a couple of Wordpress-capable sites were having sales, and after the difficult time I've been having over the last couple of days with 000webhost going down pretty much once every half hour at certain times plus the fact I thought we were getting near the hosting limits...
And yeah, we were. Turns out they only give 1GB (I thought it was more when I first signed up, but quite a few things were different then) and we were getting really near that.
Which is quite weird given we're nowhere near that on the new host. Well, that's not my problem now. New host has 20GB, supposedly 99% uptime and gave me a small heart attack 'cause I didn't think it was going to copy across the database. I already accidentally nuked the site once and had to have a couple of people re-sign up, didn't need that level of trauma again but with everyone.
Price goes up fairly steeply next year, but not horrifically. It's like... to maybe 2 months' Wordpress.com plugin-able membership.
The site is designed like utter shit though. (Edit: THEIR site. Not mine.) It initially looks like after paying for your site, you have to pay again for Wordpress. Turns out you don't but you have to hunt down the installation inside the control panel, which is A Mess. Glad to get it installed, 'cause then I mostly don't have to deal with it.
So I feel vaguely accomplished. I finished the A-Z post and scheduled it, and now I just have Tips for Camp NaNo and NaNoWriMo to finish. Which is all kinds of fun 'cause I don't really have anything that isn't, y'know, common sense.
Maybe better market those at newbies...
Somewhere in the back of my head Alex has often wondered what Milos's life would've been like if things had gone right for him: if his parents were still alive, if he hadn't been homeless as a teen etc.
My brain decided to give him an answer.
Milos would be working in a mid-level position at a bank, frequently being passed over for promotion but being too polite and shy to do anything about it. He'd live with an attractive human bloke called Sam (who takes him for granted) in a 70s brick semi-detached house with wooden cladding at the end of a cul-de-sac.
And, because it turns out somehow the characters I created to loathe one another are inseparable, he'd probably still end up meeting Alex and they would still end up together. Because somehow, for a character that doesn't actually exist, my brain insists Sam is an asshole and even Alex is better in the long run.
Asexual, aromantic, and transmasc non-binary. No, I have no idea how I ended up writing romance either.