I can feel the hours of each day slipping away, slick as seaweed. It's depressing. I'm just not getting anything DONE. The house is a mess, the writing is crawling, and this silly rash won't go away and my appointment with the dermatolgist isn't for another few months. The biopsy they did seemed to indicate it's a reaction to the antibiotics I took for a sinus infection in October but I had the rash before then, so I'm not really seeing how and wouldn't it have gone by now? It's over my stomach and lower back and my inner arms and I feel like a complete leper.

The writing...I'm doing a 20,000 word story to sub for a het D/s anthology. It's at around 7,000 words and there's no sex yet so I already know I've got to tighten the start. It's so weird writing het again and despite Secretary, I'm finding it tricky to wrote m/f D/s because I don't want the man (the Dom role has to be male per the guidelines for this particular anthology) to come over as arrogant or bullying. I don't tend to get too deep and thinky about why I write slash; too busy writing it, but it's easier for me to play rougher with two men somehow. And yet, I co-wrote Secretary with Wes putting Faith through all manner of ordeals and didn't turn a hair.

Ack. My writing mojo is missing, bigtime.

I let E stay up and we watched Glee together. I thought they crammed a bit too much in and I wanted to smack Will, but still, good to have it back and there were some great lines. In Canada we didn't get the preview of Sue singing Vogue, but I saw it on the official site, so I feel less left out.

Okay, going to TRY to write. I'm supposed to be doing this as a job and trying to earn some money; I think I'd fire me.
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