Accomplishing nothing. And something.

I'm having one of those months where I feel like I have no time at all, the days pass instantly, I'm somehow very stressed, but when I look at time over my shoulder I realize I've accomplished next to nothing -- not RL obligations, not RL writing, not fic, not even cleaning the flipping house. What gives?

Must be the baby crap. Both of our families are fairly obsessed with what's hanging out in my belly; meanwhile, I just want to get back to being the recluse who's probably off writing somewhere. I knew what I was getting into, but it's another animal first hand! In other news, it's a witch.

The plot bunnies keep multiplying. I'm up to 10 untouched fic bunnies, three or four in limbo, and the greatest realization ever. I've been having trouble with my original writing because I was under the impression that I'm simply balls at writing if it's not in the Harry Potter world. Not so. But I do have strong leanings towards magical worlds! When I came to that conclusion, my brains were flooded with plot bunnies for novels and I invented a world of magical beings in an instant and talked Space Marine's ear off about it for a long while. Here's to my write-a-novel-before-the-baby-is-born deadline.

ALSO, hds_beltane SIGN UPS ARE OPEN GO DO IT YES?