Wrote almost 2,000 words today, so I feel pretty pleased with myself. Admittedly it's not one word of fiction but one almost-complete blog post on timer-based productivity (may have added "insert more waffle" only once, pretty much a record; forgot to actually use the word 'productivity' in it) and two incomplete ones. One on using IRC for NaNo (needs lotsa screenshots just... not the fucking huge ones I get from this PC) and a bit more on terms and nanoisms for [Camp] NaNo. Because I forgot Timmy.
Look, people have spoken to me about the nice-but-weird guy in the chatroom before, so adding a note that he isn't actually human turns out to be necessary.
Gives me something to focus on that isn't life (shit) or work (if I worked in an office I'd have chewed out two people for not actually, y'know, doing their jobs by now).
On that note, one of 'em is on now and I'm back in an hour, so I'll return to find an entire section she's completely ignored because hey, why bother, right? Leave it for the fucking idiot after her. Though given some of her decisions and actions, it's probably much much safer she doesn't do it...
Stupid thought for the day: now he's got a back garden, Milos takes good care of wild birds in the winter. Alex can't stop killing himself laughing at the phrase 'fat balls'.
In this case Alex is me. Every time.
Asexual, aromantic, and transmasc non-binary. No, I have no idea how I ended up writing romance either.