I have 1700 words left to write, and absolutely no inclination to write them.

WC: 20,071. Yeeeeeee. However, I have no idea what I've been writing about for the last three days. I don't even think I've got to the plot yet, and half the characters haven't shown up still. Even the crooked ex-villain psychiatrist who is Simon Pegg in disguise is still hiding from me, but he should at least be fun to write when he does decide to ( Read more... )

Tonight, friends are over and we will watch Star Trek and Doctor Who and be blissfully geeky. And eat cake, apparently, if Mel wasn't joking about making dessert. It may in fact be tirimisu. She waffles.

I've been mentally plotting out my not-superhero/supervillian not-epic, now mostly titled The Fray. My mind seems to have cast David Anders as ( Read more... )