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Work has been interesting of late... That is work work, you know the folks who pay me. And in my dictionary, interesting means busy and working longer hours and thus I can't count the times I've sat at my computer at the end of the day and thought ugh!

Bad me.

Okay, not completely bad me as I have been plotting and plotting is writing sort of. Plotting is good. Except plotting isn't writing even if I just said it was. Hey, I've been working long hours you can't expect me to make sense especially when I don't always make sense when I'm working normal hours. Plus, plotting sometimes ends up with me singing really loudly and twirling in my chair when I'm supposed to be thinking of ideas. Anyhow, I've taken to carrying around a notebook with me (I've thousands upon thousands of notebooks) and have been scribbling a short story in spare moments here and there because sometimes I need to pants it.

Or maybe just require a kick in the pants.

Plus on a visit to Duotrope I realised I only had seven stories left that I need to sell and I much prefer it when I have twenty. Of course, I don't mind if I sell those seven and have none left. I'm odd like that.