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So, first I wrote Darcy/Loki porn. Then somewhere last night I was working on my OBB and listening to the Labyrinth soundtrack and realized that I had the perfect idea for Darcy/Loki other stuff. And then this morning it sort of half-landed in my head in large chunks of dialogue. I love it when they do that. Well, no I have a love hate relationship when they do it, but it's always amusing.

Even more amusing that one of the Yuletide main mods remembers me from last year when I did 21 Yuletide stories, half of those at the last minute, in a flurry of MUST. WRITE. ALL. THE THINGS. I actually mostly cleared my schedule this year (apart from Big Bang Mixup which I might have drafted even before that, and Nano) in anticipation of doing the same thing. Because I am a ginormous dork like that. I do need to go back and see what other stuff I have on my list of shit to write after OBB, but I don't remember it being that massive. So. Plus, apparently I've managed to achieve some kind of balance between writing all the things and not writing so much that my head explodes and I have to spend six weeks recovering. At least until the last Yuletide push.

In the meantime, my desk is covered in shit I have to do. It's kind of approaching wife-to-murder Guildor-to-frame-for-it levels. Also, Old and Busted really needs to get its old and busted ass out of here. I'll have to talk with the Elf Lord about that today.

Right. Work to do. Things to do. Set 'em up, knock 'em down.

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I'm starting to get the jitters over self-publishing already. This is such a bad idea. The jitters, that is, not the self-publishing. I need to stop with the jitters before I talk myself out of it yet again. I have plans, goddammit. I have plans for editing and plans for keeping myself busy writing small things in between the editing and I am going to fucking do this. Because I am tired of saying I'm going to and then never doing it. That worked for novel writing, it can work for this too.

I did write that other Darcy/Loki thing, and then I also wrote some more porn. Now, as I dash on home, for my own edification I should do guitar or whistle, Japanese, make dinner, and settle in with knitting or writing and copious amounts of NCIS. And don't forget to stretch before bed. It makes you feel better.

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Something to remember that I learned on the way home last night. When my aunt and mother's family lived in Spain they had a family staying with them, sort of in that nebulous social status that's more intimate than a servant is here, I think? But still, there was someone who did the gardening and someone who helped out in the home, because I get the impression my grandmother was often alone with five children. And they, this family, had two children of their own, a boy and a girl, and when the girl was very young she was also very ill. And the family promised, because Spain is incredibly religious and mostly Catholic, that if she got better they would make a pilgrimage to Fatima. But the family didn't have the wherewithal to go. So one day when my grandfather was away in Angola, my grandmother packed both whole families (one mother, five children, one set of parents, two children) and some aunts apparently, into a Volkswagen minibus, and took off caravanning with some football/soccer team players (this part was kind of hazy) to Fatima to make the pilgrimage.

And this is the woman who helped raise me. My grandmother. Oh my grandmother.

Fucking brr, too. It was in the sixties two days ago, now we're lucky if we get above 45 during the day. It's not even really the cold that I mind, it's the rapid temperature changes that are no doubt going to sock my immune system right in the sweet spot. Also I need to lay in a store of hot cocoa and actually make myself convert to tea or something. And still brr. I have double layers of socks on, I'm probably going to have at least three layers on above. Ah well. Winter, and all that.

Getting back to Nano after focusing on OBB for a bit was, in fact, way easier than I expected. And not counting today's writing since today's barely begun, I'm not actually behind. Just barely not behind, but still not actually behind. And it's the weekend, so I have all weekend to bash that out, possibly bash out an entire draft of the mecha story for BigBang Mixup over the weekend. Given the minimum requirement is 10k, that is entirely doable over the weekend now that I have the basic structure. Go go vengeance porn! And then there's boy-witches if I ever figure out where the hell that one was going, and SPN fic, and I got a fair amount of mental floss shorts done yesterday! Which, I hope, did pretty nicely to kick me back into the writing groove. Today, Mecha stuff while I'm at work, and then more Black Ice when I get home. SPN fic wherever I end up cramming it in, probably at home so I can rewatch stuff, and then ... you know, since the original prompt only spanned the first season, I'm not sure where to take it once I've done that. Although suddenly I have this urge to write John Winchester (adult, JDM-shaped) fic again. I take this as a good sign since I have to edit JDM-shaped protagonist stuff in the new secular year. On the other hand, this also means I will be viewing everything with the dirty mind of a fourteen year old boy, sigh.

Right right. Ugh, don' wanna go to work. Don't want to go anywhere that involves setting foot outside in the fucking freezing weather. Ah well. Suck it up, buttercup. You have places to go, things to label, boxes to ship, and people to see.