Productive!

I sat down to write the last of my gift-giving stories but ended up writing a fandom_stocking story, instead. One single little sentence really jumped out at me while I was going through stockings the other night and I POUNCED on it. The resulting story has taken me about 6 hours to write. For nearly 3k, that's not bad! And I adore the resulting fic!

Now to figure out WHERE to start this last fic! It's in my head, in almost complete entirety but I don't know where to start it. I've started it about four times and got no further than a few hundred words. Poor thing. It wants to be real and I keep holding it back.

I've also been cleaning up the Mac and transferring everything to the shiny next external hard drive. It's blue. Know what I'm going to call it? That's right. Cap. My goal is that it lives FOREVER.


A conversation with my mom and dad:

Me: This has been the kind of Saturday I wish I'd had the last two. I did three loads of laundry, I helped you take the Christmas tree down, I cleaned up my room a little (at which point in the conversation my mom rolled her eyes), I got the Mac all cleaned up and I still got three thousand words of a brand new story written and finished.

Mom: (nodding) You weren't on a schedule.

Me: Exactly. Because I didn't "have to". (oh, you know I would have used air quotes if my arms hadn't been full of laundry)

Dad: (nods wisely) Yep.

Me: I'm not good at "have to".

Mom: (also nodding) Not good at all.


Huh... you would have thought they knew me or something.