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Feel strangely unhappy this morning, and not entirely sure why. I think at least part of it is Charlotte being frustrated -- she hasn't been "out to play" in ages. I was working on chapter seven when I got the call about my grandfather being scheduled for heart surgery, which pretty much killed the muse, and I haven't gotten back to it since.

However...

Very, very light day expected here in the office. All I really have to do is print and copy the announcement pages and put them in the otherwise completed bulletins for Sunday. I brought in some organizational stuff so I can work on making this place more operable, but otherwise, I'm pretty much free and clear. And since I lack transportation, I don't really have the option of leaving any time I want.

And I think this means that come three o'clock, when I punch out for the day, I'm sitting back down at this computer and working on my novel. Because I really think it's about time I started making that more of a priority.

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My quote of the day from yesterday: "It's like all my fandoms are hopelessly inbred."

I said that when telling valerious013 that Jeremy "Sherlock Holmes" Brett played Lord Henry in the 1976 film version of The Picture of Dorian Gray. And it's true. Name any one of my active fandoms, I can find at least one way it intersects or overlaps with another one.

When fandoms collide, indeed.