Gah, what a week. I am so glad to be home. Not that there's anything I'm really doing at home, but at least I'm here.
Having finished Dead Isle, my writing impulses spiralled way out of control, I have to say. I've spent most of the day re-setting creative boundaries and reining them in. I did get started on re-reading Exquisite though, as a preamble to writing the next bit, and figured as long as I was re-reading it I might as well typeset it, so eventually there will be a PDF and eBook version of Exquisite to date (see: spiralling out of control).
A small but significant downside of my new job is that it's impossible to write porn at work anymore. Still, I suppose it gives me something to do at home.
Actually what I really want to do is either eat bad-for-me food while watching cartoons, or sleep. I wonder if I could justify doing those things if I put them on my to-do list. It would be satisfying to cross them off, anyway....