I’m putting words on paper, but it’s so…. slow. I keep needing breaks and changes of scenery and oh, that car is shiny, and I called Mom for Mother’s Day (but got voice mail) and and and and.

I’m putting words on paper, but it’s more like my outline is shoving my characters into this structure that doesn’t really have an end, and is only just getting to a sort of middle thing. It feels like I’ve forgotten who they are, or they’ve forgotten how to talk to me, or or or or.

I’m putting words into the intertubes, but my lap is getting warm. When it’s charging, my laptop runs pretty freakin’ hot. My SETI@home Graveyard project may yet come to fruition. I’m surprisingly excited about that. As it is, I’m helping a friend test resource allocation limits on the virtualization software he’s running on his colo box by running the BOINC software. Ones and zeros!

I’ve got to relax and listen, so that I can put more words on paper. I’ve -got- to. And that’s part of the reason that I can’t relax. Kernel Panic – oops!