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[the_rck]

An hour before bedtime last night, I made the unhappy discovery that I hadn't started the dryer when I put the sheets in. That meant that I had had two loads of wet laundry when I expected one wet and one dry. I failed to realize that the load still in the washer had all of my nightgowns, so I dried the sheets and put off the clothes for this morning.

Well, I'll have dry nightgowns for tonight.

I very much wanted either chicken livers or a slab of beef for lunch. I just didn't want either enough to make the bus trip required to get it and didn't want to pay $$ for delivery. By the time Scott got off work, it was be too late in the day for me to eat either item, so having him pick something up wouldn't help today. By tomorrow, I might not want it any more but might also want it more.

I've done a bit of writing in the last two days. None of it is stuff that I currently plan to post. That doesn't mean I won't eventually. It just means I'm not worrying much about internal consistency or anything except getting the words through my fingers to the keyboard. Both things in the last two days are things I thought about and then said I'd never write because why?

So... Apparently because they're in my head is why. House of Sulfur and Mercury now has a younger relative. It's not in the same fandom, but it's doing the same branching thing in my head. I'm not sure whether to be pleased or appalled. It only has two branches (and no title) so far, but... Um. House of Sulfur and Mercury has 150K words. This one is only about 26K words so far.

I can stop any time. Right?

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[evalerie]

If it's making you happy, why stop?

[the_rck]

It's not so much that I think I should stop as that I have other things I ought to work on instead. Things I also want to do. And, when I'm writing, I lose track of time. I need to figure out some reasonable ways to switch tasks every hour or so, so that I do more than that one thing.