Getting back into writing so heavily is clearly having a detrimental effect on my work-ethic. But frankly, Mr Shankly, so long as I get the work done on time by SOME means, the writing is more important, and better for my soul.

There is something excellent about being so involved in a plot, knowing the characters reactions better than you know how you, yourself, would react in such a scenario, that the ideas just keep flowing. Nomnomnom.

That said, I do have a painfully expanding mound of artistic expectation piled at the end of my bed awaiting annotation...

I have also downloaded far too many musical soundtracks in the past 24 hours, it is slowly turning my masculine side gay, I am certain.