Yeah, thanks a lot, Otis.

Me: Okay, it's almost midnight, and I can almost start my NaNo. Woohoo! *holds fingers over keyboard*
Otis: (to himself) Hey, Mom looks like she's waiting for something. I think I'll give her something to do. I'll bet she'll be really happy to have something to do to get her mind off her troubles! *toddles off*

A minute later ...

Me: *freezes* Oh, God, what's that smell? *searches and discovers Otis has shit in the spare bedroom*
Otis: *shows up to purr and weave happily between my legs* Hi! Aren't you happy I gave you something to kill time doing? I know my litter could hold off to be changed until the morning, but I figured what the hey, right?
Me: *RAGEFACE*
Otis: ... uh, okay, I think I'll just go hide in the bedroom closet. Possibly forever. *scurries off*

I haven't done it in a while because I needed to stop grinding my teeth to dust ...

... but reading even part of one of Demian's painfully unfunny Supernatural recaps on TWoP is apparently enough to send my on-again, off-again urge to write my own damn SPN recaps raging back to life.

Thanks a lot, TWoP. *headdesk*

(My brain's habitual response to bad writing being, "Aw, hell, *I* could do better than that!" gets me in so much fucking trouble, I swear to God.)

***

WRITING, DAMN IT.

*fists in air*

I think I'm changing my NaNo idea.

Not that I never want to write this story, just ... oh, man, if you thought I felt blocked before, you should know how I feel right now after staring at the open file for three hours.

I mean, I know it's only been three hours but I'm getting absolutely no flow from this. More like a drain. Massive amounts of drainage, as if someone stuck a hose up my nose and then jammed an electric cake mixer up there and turned it on high for ten minutes and then let what was left of my brain dribble out of my ears and my God, I really shouldn't have watched the 100 Scariest Movie Moments list twice today, should I?

*headdesk*

Thanks for being helpful. Sort of.

Dear Diamond Nuts,

Thanks for telling me that the recipe for candied walnuts on your site won't give me the same walnuts in the McDonald's Fruit And Walnut Salad. Now do you mind telling me where I can get them?

Jeez, I just want a great big bag of those fuckers. Too much to ask? Strangely enough, I don't think so. *headdesk*

Sincerely,

Me

***

I'm going to have to give Otis a lecture on how hard it is for me to type when he crawls into my lap in the butterfly chair and curls up right on top of my left arm. *sigh*

***

Oh, and I also think I backed myself into an oh-so-fun corner by changing my NaNo idea at the last minute, BUT that I should be able to catch up next week. But, you know, next week. Overtime is sooooo out of the question next week if I want to do this. ARGH.

So, yeah.

After thinking about it, about how even on the days when I'm working and don't have time to devote to writing in-depth I still manage to check LJ, I made another LJ for this year's NaNo novel. (Yeah, another one to add to the pile. Heh. :)) It's littleredstick, which has absolutely nothing to do with the story and everything to do with me always liking those little cheese and cracker packs and thinking it'd make a good username.

Not that I'd recommend friending it or anything, 'cause all of the posts are going to be private and it's basically just for me anyway. But, you know, it's for me. It's me cheating and finding a way to work my LJ addiction into my NaNo planning, is what it is.

Uh, yay?

In other news, cross your fingers and hope that when I get through to work I find out they cancelled tonight's overtime. Why the hell did I sign up for overtime again? *sigh*