is it more boring when I complain about not writing or when I just keep talking about my wordcounts?

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Anyhow. Total number of words of Altarwise now existing: 3,152. Total number of those written today: approx. 1,500. Insistence of brain that I get back to it right frickin' now: impressive. Ability to focus on writing up something interesting that has happened to me in the last while, such as going to see This Film Is Not Yet Rated with sovay, or going with Ruth to NYC on a day trip and finally getting to meet rachelmanija in person and having a wonderful lunch with her and coffeeandink and oracne, or the fact that said lunch party has, after approximately seven years of Ruth's trying very, very hard, caused me (via strategic use of music videos) to agree to watch Buffy the Vampire Slayer: nil.

I couldn't talk about all of that if I tried, and it's a shame, because there were wonderful duck confit hash browns and an episode of Supernatural and the Xena: Warrior Princess Vid Of Ultimate Lesbian Sensuality. But my brain falls apart, the center cannot hold, and I must return to loosing not merely anarchy upon my characters.

Must learn how to balance obsession with rest of reality.

Everything is better, now I'm writing.