In other non-news, the latest draft of the blasted SEN is well underway.

I pulled a seven-hour marathon on it yesterday, deleting and stuff. (I was supposed to be spending the day shopping and whatnot with a friend, but she had to cancel when one of her kids got sick, so I wound up with time on my hands and a task I knew had to be done.)

I've pulled 29,000 words out of it. So far. Pretty much the entire case story has disappeared. I had to change the "function" of the case, not that it served much of a function the way it was. Now the essential non-functionness of it is less of a problem, so that's good.

I still need to do more rewrites because the slash story remains halting and lame, but it's...better. The ending is massively lame, but as time goes b y I find I care less and less about that and more and more about the other, shorter, and consequently much more entertaining story ideas I have notes for.

Anyhow. Now I'm trying to decide if I have enough paper left to reprint the SEN, or if I need to hit the office supply store on my way out today.

Today, I'm lunching with a different friend, doing large amounts of laundry, including a lot of hand-washing I've allowed to stack up, cleaning the bathroom, vacuuming, dusting, making a pot of soup for next week's lunches, and figuring out a way to clean the coffee pot. (Owing to a little miscalculation about whether or not the pot was properly centered under the drip, I managed to cause a back-up in the filter. Now there are coffee grounds in the water chamber and in every crack and crevice inside the stupid machine. )

I love Sundays. I always think of them as my "down time" when I don't have a schedule to follow. The one day of the week I can just lounge around, drinking coffee, and not completing a list, you know? It's a mystery to me how I wind up with such a long list some weeks.

Like...I've almost finished the rewrites of the website, but I have to reformat all of those rants. (although it occurs to me that I could just not, you know? That was all so long ago and I have trouble working up enthusiasm for wasting another week reformatting old stuff when I could be creating entirely new reams of junk.)

It's gray and foggy right now. We're supposed to have snow later. My only hope is that, if we do, it comes early enough for them to get the roads cleaned up before rush hour tomorrow. I don't want a repeat of that two-hour commute I endured after the last storm.

On the other hand, I do have plans today, so I don't want it to come before then, you know? About 3:00 would be good. I should be on my way home by then.

I'm not sure I really had anything to say. I just felt like blogging with my morning coffee, you know?

I really do have a lot of story ideas. All PWPish, but I'm at peace with that. I wish I could get the SEN-monster off my back.