I was so productive this weekend. I did loads of reading, I exercised, I sent emails, I made good progress on the Big Bang fic and picked up Unlettered for the first time in ages, and I bought a mattress, which gives me all sorts of strange feelings about permanence and singlehood and financing but, more to the point, will hopefully do something about my poor back. I also drank embarrassing amounts of tea. It was wonderful.
I seem to have lost the momentum today, though. I think it's because I suddenly have more time on my hands, both at home and at work, and I have too many things I want to be doing in both places. Mostly, though, I want to be writing. I should be working on the Big Bang fic, because the clock, it is a-ticking--but I'd forgotten how much I love Unlettered, and it's going to be so darn good, and I feel like I know exactly how to attack it now. And every spare minute I have, I find myself trying to work out world-building details re: wormholes and jump pilots and five-dimensional math (oh my!) for a long and plotty fic in my shiny new fandom.
I don't want to make up a work queue for my writing, but I think it may come to that....
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