thene is an awful storyteller

friday; I got over 1k in between midnight and 1.30am, went to sleep, and effectively never woke up again, though I did get so much done at work that I managed to talk my way out of having to come in on Saturday.
saturday; made cake. That was it. Exhausted & despondent, feared I would never write again ever.
sunday; wrote almost 3k. iirc, best day ever that hasn't involved an all-day drabble challenge.

BUT this is all out of whack now; last week the two actualfax WIPs were doing this nice alternating and proceeding at a similar pace thing and now I appear to have 3.5k of one of them, almost 6k of the other and oh my merry fuck 2k of new material for a fic I abandoned before I moved to GA almost four years ago and have absolutely no hope of ever finishing ever. I WAS PACKING MY OLD NOTEBOOKS AND I FLIPPED THROUGH ONE, I'M SORRY. :(

a) does one value one's progress in wordcount, in presentable fic units, in ideas hammered out/skills gained or whateverthefuck?
b) WHAT IS THE POINT, EVER. Well. Going by one writer's panel at Dragoncon, the usual age for first actualfax publication is 40 so anything up until then is just practice anyway. I feel even more regressive than normal though, being as I am looking at 6k of a terrible plotless ♠wreck that I have been wanting to happen since that furious evening of midsummer's day in 2001. (which later turned into the first time I stayed up all night, GCSEs bedamned, and I did have my shirt on backwards because it was chilly outside and I had nowhere else safe to read and laugh and get angry and wait for the sun to rise.)
c) will I ever stop being a terrible storyteller. The other WIP is threatening to have a plot, and I should maybe stop worrying about the main characters being ineffectual outside of their tendency to strike poses and have smooth conversations because this is Metal Gear. The reader-end catch is that it is going to totes revolve around a really, really wonderful character who no one cares about, seriously, doesn't even have their own Metal Gear wikia entry, nghhh if nothing else I hope I am going to make someone out there LOVE HER. Meanwhile back in the ♠wreck I am failing at coming up with anything more sophisticated than Alpine Mordor and kinda thinking that there is nothing inappropriate about playing out a plotless whumpfic riddled with LOTR injokes because seriously.

I should have known how this year was going to go.

I should have known how this year was going to go.

Maybe if I write enough of this shit I'll eventually hit daylight, idk.

i forgot about this and only just paid it off

You may remember that we hate the state of Maryland. Hate, hate, h8, h8, h8, h8, h8, h8.

A couple of weeks ago we received a letter from them demanding $5 in unpaid road tolls. Oh. for. fuck's. sake, this is one of the things that made us hate them in the first place; late on that Sunday night in Baltimore we passed by a tollbooth that had no one on duty and nowhere we could leave our money. We drove on because we had no idea what the hell to do and then the foghornthing went off and we knew we were going to get ticketed for this piece of fail. So we're only glad that it's merely $5 but really, MD, fuck you too.