Okay, I should be writing, because book two is not progressing as quickly as I want. Instead, I'm sitting here, bored to tears, instead of doing what I'm supposed to be doing. Why is that sometimes we'll do absolutely anything to avoid doing the things we know we're supposed to do? I mean, I have the best job in the world, for Pete's sake. Sometimes though, I just can't bring myself to do it.

Oh well, New Years Day is almost here, after which the holidays will officially be over and my excuses for not writing will be gone. If I'm going to demand work from all of you (those of you who are going to participate), I can't very well continue to slack off myself now can I?

Anyway, I guess I'll go back to watching "Before the Dinosaurs", a program I have seen at least three times already. Chances are I'll be at my computer at 3am anyway banging out the rest of chapter 19. I don't command the muse; the muse commands me. Ugh, I didn't mean that to sound so horribly pretentious, but you know what I mean.

So, anyone else bored to death?