hahaha, you only *thought* my brain was helpful

[swan_tower]

I'm only one scene away from the end of "To Rise No More" (because I wrote the other remaining one last night, after I posted), so what do I do tonight? Do I settle in and finish that one?

No, of course not. I write two thousand words of the punk Tam Lin story instead.

Seriously, I don't even know. I just work here, man. Now I have two half-finished short stories instead of one finished one and one barely-started one. Well, one is three-quarters done. Maybe if I go re-read the relevant period in Ada Lovelace's letters, I can crank out that final bit tonight? It would be nice to be able to put paid to one of these things.

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[alecaustin.livejournal.com]

Brains. They are like Hobbitses. Tricksy, and false.

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

This is why I finished a thing yesterday and instead of going back to the Thing I'm Working On, I wrote 500 words of a short story I hadn't even thought about. Because brains. Is why.