So, I revisited the "Ben&Alex have a conversation about their women" story that I started, lo, many moons ago, by request.
WHY WHY WHY does everything I write in this 'verse (at least, having to do with Ben) devolve into angst? Especially in something where they're supposed to be having fun? *shakes Ben out of his funk, because holy cow*
In other news, Jim Butcher did a
live Q&A today at BittenByBooks. Good stuff, although you might want to avoid if you've not read "Changes" yet.
In other other news, I need to start a new short story for this quarter's Writers of the Future. Do I have a plot, or characters, or any-damn-thing? Nope. Do I need one? Oh, hell yes. I suppose I should start poking my Plot Bunny Hutch again...