What a day
Work was ... surreal. Went to lunch with Patsfan. Came home and wrote. Went to yoga class that was half yoga half Reiki demonstration. I haven't done Reiki on anyone in way, way too long. Also? Quieting the mind like that is dangerous. It allows rabid plotbunnies - utterly unrelated to what one is supposed to be writing - to attack. I'm attempting to shove this one into a cage for awhile, because I've also got my bujold_fic prompt now. Not thinking too much about that one yet, because I've still got to finish up summer_of_giles fic. Which is at some definition of done just now. First shitty draft done, but done. Tomorrow I don't work until 5, so I have high hopes of turning the shitty first draft into a passable second draft before sending it off to be beta'd. For now, I go crash.