Walls, words, etc.

I've been stupid with hormones for days, all endorphiny and twitchy and wanting to run or fight crime or something. Of course, when I finally made it to the gym, the endorphins failed to manifest as appropriate rarr. That damn overhang continues to thwart me one hold from the end. I did make a fairly good start on a V1, though, to soothe my pride.

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The Isyllt scene is finally done, weighing in at 2991 words. I'm sure I'll keep fussing with it, since it's not doing anything but going on my website one day. :P

I wonder what happened to actual productive writing...

Luckily, I have a Red Drawf marathon to keep me occupied until it comes back.