There's a Dancing Man in my life every Friday. A friend sends him to me in e-mail and I keep the message open on my desktop for most of the day. The Dancing Man (a little stick figure) boogies his heart out for me for hours every week.

He makes me very happy.

So, it's the last day before a long weekend and I imagine that most of the country will be sliding out early today, headed toward various picnics, road trips, and family gatherings to mark the official "end" of summer. I won't.

First, because I'm conscientious (hah!) and second, I don't actually have any plans for tonight. And third, of course, I'm sort of in the middle of a project that I don't want to have to come in and face on Tuesday.

On the other hand, Buehler is leaving around 1:30, so the afternoon will be peaceful. At the moment I have every intention of working straight through until 5:00 or later, but that could change without notice.

A moment ago, I reached for a Post-It note to write, "Less sex, more passion." At the last second, I remembered that I'm at the office, so I made a mental note, instead. Having the larger part of my brain occupied with the Latest Adventures In A Series Of Smutty Stories is tricky sometimes.

Along with that, I should mention that I've decided to give up on the moody tone I'd decided on for the latest Latest Adventure. The guys weren't cooperating.

(I guess if they don’t want to be depressed, then they don't have to be. I think they should be but clearly they don't agree and I'm already tired of fighting with them about it. I mean, some people react to near-death and other life-changing experiences by sitting down and re-evaluating themselves personally but it would seem that these two are determined to pretend nothing happened, so whatever, you know? If they prefer to have the emotional lives of a herd of turnips, so be it.)

(That is, of course, one of the drawbacks of writing m/m. There are few men in the pairings I seem to be attracted to who are willing to sit down and talk about their feelings. I should go back to writing TS. Those guys were always talking about their feelings.)

Mac is already happier about the project, but then he's kind of easy that way. (In fact, his idea is that if I can just figure out a way for him to get his hands on Victor, he, Mac, will take it from there. Since he persisted in trying to explain it to me this morning when I was on a series of phone calls to various potential clients, I wasn't really listening, but I heard enough to know he's on board with the new approach. ) Unfortunately Mac isn't the POV character, Victor is, and Victor hasn't said much about the new plan yet. I'm not sure why he's still sulking. He has Issues or something.

Makes me tired. If he's not willing to deal with his Issues in the story, I think he should just shut up about them.

(It's sort of worrying, mental-health-wise, how alive these characters can become in your head.)

You know, I remember a time when I actually believed that because I was the one with the keyboard and the, you know, corporeal existence, that I was the one in charge of what I wrote.

Hah.