Booored

There's so much going on in the world right now that I have talked about endlessly in Real Life that I don't even want to think about it on my internet time. Instead, I'm net surfing, vaguely writing story notes, and all around vegging while I'm waiting to go to an inventory. (Thankfully, not my own.)

I just sort of realized today that this Transformers series is the longest thing I've ever written. It just topped 160,000 words. Huh. Not bad for a story that was supposed to be a one-shot. Also not bad considering it was on hiatus for, what, two years? For that matter, I was supposed to end the damned thing about...oh, ten chapters ago but instead, I'm toying with adding another pairing. Good lord, someone stop me. It's weirdly relaxing to write it but man, I have a few other series to work on and my attention span only allows for one fandom at a time. I haven't even watched the Sherlock Holmes series that my husband is begging for me to see because I'm afraid my brain will go, 'Oooh, shiny!' and wander off.

No shinies. I will finish this story, damn it.