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So, I'm actually writing today. Writing! Usually I just stare blindly at the empty page for thirty seconds and then wander off to get coffee/chocolate/a housemate to play with.

I've got half a dozen WIPs on the go, so it's really about time I got off my arse and finished something. My natural writing length is long, but my ability to persevere is stunted and weedy. And I write *slowly*. I used to go out with a guy who said that he wasn't lazy, he was just chronically incapable of sitting down and getting started. He thought it was a disability. Anybody buying that?

Right. Back to the writing.