the prank call of cthulhu

I'm having an almost painfully off-task sort of day, because the writing bug bit me earlier this morning and now I can't get my brain to shut the hell up. I suppose it wouldn't be so bad if I was working on something interesting and/or awesome, but even if I was, I'm not sure that it would make that much of a difference. Writing trumps just about everything when it comes to "stuff that is interesting and/or awesome", and I've been surreptitiously emailing story snippets to myself through Yahoo all damn day, because I am that great an employee.

Seriously, though. Making an endless series of binder labels, or writing modern-day Lovecraft? If you pick the binder labels over the Lovecraft, I worry about your sanity.

Yes, I know not everyone likes Lovecraft. Still. It's better than making binder labels.

Also, this whole "let's keep the office at meat-locker temperature" thing? NOT ON. My fingernails are blue, and I've been running my teeny space heater since I got here. I hate being this cold. Cold Kathleens are cranky Kathleens, and cranky Kathleens end up writing instead of working like they're supposed to.

Which, of course, means my current lack of production is entirely my office's fault, and I'm not liable in the least. Heh. I'm SMRT.

the prank call of cthulhu

I'm having an almost painfully off-task sort of day, because the writing bug bit me earlier this morning and now I can't get my brain to shut the hell up. I suppose it wouldn't be so bad if I was working on something interesting and/or awesome, but even if I was, I'm not sure that it would make that much of a difference. Writing trumps just about everything when it comes to "stuff that is interesting and/or awesome", and I've been surreptitiously emailing story snippets to myself through Yahoo all damn day, because I am that great an employee.

Seriously, though. Making an endless series of binder labels, or writing modern-day Lovecraft? If you pick the binder labels over the Lovecraft, I worry about your sanity.

Yes, I know not everyone likes Lovecraft. Still. It's better than making binder labels.

Also, this whole "let's keep the office at meat-locker temperature" thing? NOT ON. My fingernails are blue, and I've been running my teeny space heater since I got here. I hate being this cold. Cold Kathleens are cranky Kathleens, and cranky Kathleens end up writing instead of working like they're supposed to.

Which, of course, means my current lack of production is entirely my office's fault, and I'm not liable in the least. Heh. I'm SMRT.