I've been thinking of you. Honest, I have.

I taped Spike BtVS Tuesday and was thinking sadly that when I get a chance to watch it, I won't be able to blog about Spike it obsessively because of complaints about the all-Spike, all the time nature of recent entries.

I also thought about blogging the SB, as I mentioned before, but there's still a possibility it will show up in a story some time soon, so I don't want to use up the concept.

I could have blogged about the new airline that's being started up, but I think the concept of Hooters Air is pretty much self-basting, don't you?

I was having lunch with a couple of friends earlier this week (yes, I hogged all the conversation, as usual) and got to brooding over the hiatus in writing that some of us are having. Three of us got medicated at about the same time, making us card-carrying members of the Prozac generation.

Not one of us has written a single word since we got the dosages right.

There's a lot to that theory that writers are unbalanced, isn't there? The more mentally and emotionally stable I become, the less I feel the drive to write.

And yet, I did write one thing. I wrote the NaNoWriMo novel, and while it sucked on an Oscar-worthy scale, that tells me that the three of us could be writing, if we could just find a different way of tapping into that energy than the pressure of escapism that used to drive each of us. (Writing well is another story. I have nightmares about some of the passages in that NaNoWritMo novel.)

I wonder how many other fanfic writers have dropped out of fandom, not because life got really stressful and bad, but because things improved for them to the extent that they also stopped needing the outlet for stress? (Not that my friends and I are now leading stress-free lives, especially in the case of one of us, but the medication means she's able to deal with it all.)

It's a Point To Ponder, isn't it?

You ponder for a while, while I go get a little more work done....

[time passes]

I see no one has commented on this yet. (Okay, it's not posted yet, but that hardly matters around here. I don't think anyone accidentally stumbling over this place is under the impression that I'm doing anything more than watching myself perform in a tastefully decorated but largely empty theatre. Have I mentioned the egomania thing recently?)

Anyhow. I'm sort of proud of this manual. From a blank pages and a hand-waving description of a piece of vaporware, I've created a 46-page explanation and walkthrough of the program, complete with screen-captures and explanations for how to do a great number of things I'm not certain I could do myself if pressed. It's highly likely, in fact, that I will be called upon to do these things.

It's a good thing I have a walkthough, isn't it?

And now, I have one hour and ten minutes until my 4 hour meeting and I'm not ready for it, so I have to leave you again. I'll be back soon. Promise.