The incredible lightness of boring...

[melraemorgan]

 This being Christmas, and for once I am not frantically trying to wrap presents well into the morning, I find myself unable to sleep. I wrote a few little drabbles for fanfiction. I am somewhat pleased with them. They seem to be more in keeping with my usual style. I am now hoping I can find away to merge my prose with some plot, and dialogue. I am somewhat blase' about the whole Christmas thing. More so than I have been in the past. I assume this is a natural response to my routine being hopelessly ruined by the sad passing of my Dad's mother.Though it is probably a combination of her death and my depression, and the imminent approach of my fortieth birthday.
 This is inexcusably boring and and maudlin. Do forgive me my muse has decided to head off down the pub....