damn plot bunnies

i just spent from 9:40 to just a few minutes ago writing

i can no longer see clearly... it's been a blur for the last two hours

luckily, i spell pretty well and often i just write start to finish and don't stop to edit until later (though, that's if i edit at all... most of the time, about 85%, is not edited, spellchecked, grammar checked or beta read at all... either i'm just that good, or people don't complain about it)

so, over five or six thousand words later (hard to tell, numbers blurry, remember?), i still have no next chapter of unforgettable

because i kinda skippadooed ahead and back and forth and none of these bloody elves are helping with this trial crap

i should be happy they came out to play

damn, it's hot in here...

see, writing continuously for five hours? you don't notice temperature changes, or time, or that you should stop and go to the bathroom before your bladder explodes, or that you have to be up in less than four hours, or that you're hungry or tired or can't even really see anymore... nope, don't notice it

and here all you people think writer's block is a curse... i don't even know what today's date is right now

and i teach tomorrow... oh, crap, i have a lecture at nine, too

gah... curse you Glorfindel, for being so damn talkative at 2am!

okay, i take that back *huggles Fin, pushes him in the direction of the cheesecake* that'll keep him busy while i make my escape...

---zoom---there goes the cheetah--

muses encouraging me to go to panera for lunch tomorrow... sure, i'll stop by Salgant's house... perhaps he'll be good enough to tell me about this blasted trial thingiething

i was in Turgon's tower yesterday... someday, pictures of these places

but tonight, er, morning, i shall crash first