Bored to death, what with not having a computer around 24/7--impossible to work on anything for any significant length of time, obviously. Watched Hush... Hush, Sweet Charlotte yesterday, for lack of anything more interesting to do (and you know what, everyone always talks about Bette Davis hamming it up in that movie, but I don't think anyone ever gives Olivia de Havilland any credit for being a completely fierce bitch. "I will NEVER suffer for you AGAIN!!!"), and then a couple of true crime things on the I.D. channel (it's basically true crime all the time, yays). I should clean instead, but blarg. That said, I did hand-write most of a short story last night, completely on a whim--the last third or so isn't written down, but it's pretty solidly written out in my head. If I can find a market for it--I'm being purposefully vague on the genre/topic at the moment--I think it could actually do pretty well. I mean, if it turns out to be any good. The only problem is that I'll have to wait for the laptop to come in, because I am NOT typing it up on the family computer. You will understand why if it ever comes to fruition.
(How I write in such a situation: mechanical pencil on unlined white printer paper. In case you were wondering.)