Every Day, I Make the Mark

Been banging away on my various ficcing projects. Once upon a time, I wrote five pages a day. Then it was four, and then two. These days, it's five hundred words, and there are days I feel guilty about the precipitous drop in output, but five hundred words is eminently doable, and I'd rather look forward to my daily writing session than resent the shit out of it because I've been staring at the screen for six hours and want to be doing other things but can't because honor demands that I see my self-imposed quota through, goddammit. I've yet to fail the five-hundred mark, and my projects have a much higher chance of being completed when I'm not blackly entertaining fantasies of hurling my faithful laptop through the window.

My teeth are still a nightmare, but I'm tired of talking about it. At this point, I'm tempted to wait until something explodes inside my face so there won't be any question whence the problem originates.

Tomorrow is Dragoncon pass acquisition day. Fabulous!