I should be working.

Never mind.

I will, tomorrow. Today, I got lost in stories and glimpses of stories.

I want to read. Maybe, one day, I want to write. Sometimes it is clear to me, very clear, that that is all I *really* want to do. I fall in love with stories as other people do with people. Stories; universes. There is no thrill that can compare to it.

I think *this* is the 'real me'.

So what do I do with it?

Serial characters...

"Our poor characters; we put 'em through so much shit. Ordinary people would drop dead or spend the rest of their lives quietly gibbering away in some hospital back ward if they had lives like the average continuing character."
(Carla Speed McNeil about comic book heroes, but she could just as easily have meant the Farscape characters, couldn't she? *g*)

And yes, I should be working. And I was, too - I was just taking a break. Now I'll get back to work.

Still haven't done all my catching up, neither here nor on e-mail, btw. Sorry. I do care about you guys, it's just that in the spare time that I do have, recently, I tend to do utterly self-indulgent stuff, simply because that is the only stuff that actually recharges my batteries instead of draining them more.

I also need to post a short write-up of my adventures last week with Scapekid and Eledhwen... but that isn't completely done yet, so, I can't do that either.