Not talking about the SEN, when it's where 80% of my free time is going, that was a strain. Heh. If it hadn't been for talking about how I wasn't talking about it, I don't know if I'd have been able to take it.

The monster climbed to just over 50,000 words this weekend. Nine more scenes to write...including the dreaded, hives-inducing Sex Scene (if this one turns out to have explicit sex, instead of fade-to-black, which isn't at all certain yet), and then on to Major Revisions. Or maybe six scenes, because I figured out a way to cut three more out this morning. I think anyone returning to writing after a four or five year hiatus should be granted a sort of grace period before they're required to write sex scenes again, don't you?

I was telling someone in e-mail this morning that I can't wait for the SEN to be done and gone, so I can return to being a non-writer, and that's true. It's just appalling to me how much time this takes. And how much of my brain the process of writing occupies. I have other things I want to be doing with my life, dammit!

In other news, this weekend I did some shopping. It was very exciting. I bought a ream of paper and a couple of print cartridges.

And a lamp for my bedroom and one of those plastic mats that let you roll your wheelie chair around on carpet and a wheelie chair to roll. And a new coat. And a piece of cheesecake.

It's hard to tell which of them I'm enjoying more.

Certainly I needed a decent chair to sit in while I write. And light...light is always important. I hate sitting in a tiny pool of light in a dark room. And if you have a carpet and a wheelie chair, you need a plastic mat, because what's the point of a wheelie chair if you can't wheelie around in it?

But, all things considered, I think that the cheesecake won.