This is me, doing it, now. (Don't faint in surprise, fall over, hit your head, and fall into a coma, okay?)

And, speaking of 'doing it' I did manage to tape all of the final episode of Spike BtVS last night. Still haven't watched last week's ep but maybe I'll get time to sit down and watch both of them this evening. In the meantime I'm naturally having to avoid all e-mails and news coverage of said final episode.

Still haven't managed to add a single word to the regrettably bad start of the XF story I apparently promised to write. (I still maintain I didn't make a firm commitment, but I'm doing any anyhow. With bad grace, but I'm doing it.)

"Do me."

"I beg your pardon?"

"Do me. It's been hanging in the air since practically the second we met. We've both been thinking about forever and now I think it's time. I want you to do me."

How was he supposed to answer a statement like that?

He was a little too old to do 'offended virtue' and mentioning that it wasn't the most romantic offer he'd ever had didn't seem to strike exactly the right note.

"No," Walter said. "I haven't been thinking of it. Why have you been thinking of it?" He glared at Mulder. "Why aren't you working?"

"You haven't?" Mulder looked surprised, then shrugged. "Never mind. My mistake I guess. I'll see you tomorrow."

Walter stared as Mulder nodded briefly and left the room.

That was it? Want to? No? Okay, see you around. Was that how it worked these days?

The world was going to hell in a handbasket.

I can't believe my own memories of how easy writing used to be. Stuff used to just flood from my brain. I could barely type fast enough, or find enough free hours, to get it all down.

I'm going to have to break down and watch some episodes, I just know I am.

In my copious spare time. (I'm so depressed by the state of the world these days that I've been diving back into escapist fiction most evenings.) I can't muster up any enthusiasm for the idea of watching old episodes, but I suppose I'll enjoy it when I get started. Yawn.

I could work on the OaT story, of course. I have a lot more of it done and I already rewatched half a dozen episodes, so I'm primed.

(For those who didn't see Part 1 of the saga, I'm still obsessing over why I'm not obsessing over writing any more. If I spent as much time writing as I do obsessing over writing, I'd have finished both stories and a new novel by now.)

It could be the aforementioned "state of the world" thing, of course. For a decade or more, I was largely apolitical, disgusted with the entire system. While not the behavior of a responsible citizen, it did have the effect of freeing up my brain to think about other things. Mostly smut, of course. I'm not sure that my recent re-entry into the world of being an informed, opinionated citizen is good for me. Every. Single. Thing. this Administration does pisses me off.

I blame television executives.

If they'd managed to put a show on that I found myself all fannish and slashy about at any point in the last three years, I wouldn't have turned to bitching about politicians as a way to fill my time and avoid the work piling up on my desk.

I used to FMT and AtWPUOMD by writing when I was supposed to be working, but that, as previously discussed, doesn't seem to be an option these days.

Blah, blah, blah

Clearly this isn't one of the days when I had anything in particular to say.

The problem with my recent course of reading is that is doesn't offer much food for discussion in this particular forum. I mean, unless anyone wants to see reviews of the (non-political) books I've been reading, which I very much doubt, even though A Cook's Tour was both fascinating and disturbing.

Of course, I could always load up all of the unfinished bits and pieces of stories I've abandoned over the years and post each of them as a separate blog entry, couldn't I?

As we've all seen, there are many, many authors who post unloved and unfinished bits of stories on their pages. Clearly the detritus of the writer's brain is thought to be of absorbing interest to the public and all of these ragged leftovers are fascinating to the reader, right?

I mean, they must be. Some authors go to the extreme of posting this crap material to actual fiction lists.

No doubt they sit back and watch the kudos roll in.

On the other hand, what if I posted some leftover piece of drek here and sat back and the kudos did roll in and half a dozen people said they loved it and then I had to realized that I've never written an actual story that got that much feedback and then I started thinking about killing myself because all of my (six) friends who read this blog were clearly brain-damaged morons?

No, better not take the chance.

In case it's not obvious by now, I'm in a bad mood. Not for any reason. I just sort of am.

I edited the installation manual this morning and in a minute, I have to turn back to the PowerPoint From Hell and see if I can get it done. I should call a couple of clients.

Maybe it's my blood sugar. I'll eat lunch.