sleep. i dream of it.

Three days of ten-hour shifts at work in a row: seriously unfun. Monday was the worst, because there was literally nothing to do, but yesterday and today aren't shaping up to be all that joyful, either. It's a good thing most of the people here are on vacation already, because due to a combination of vacation time and illness, it turns out that I am the only member of the operations department in the building all this week. There are normally five of us, and I am the least experienced and frankly least important, but now, whenever anything that normally involves the ops team happens, I AM THE ONLY GO-TO PERSON IN THE BUILDING, and I can't even leave the front desk to go fix things because there is no one else here to cover for me.

Again, very good thing most other people (of our staff of 100+) are out this week, or I would be royally screwed.

Oh, and I'm still running shows at the theater every night, of course. Sleep? Sleep is for the weak.

I am so looking forward to Christmas, because I can sleep and not have to interact with another human being all day. Perhaps that sounds Scroogeish, but oh, god, I need one day entirely to myself really, really badly. I will read Yuletide fics and work on my vid and possibly bake cookies, and it will be glorious.

and now for something completely different

Wait, why did no one inform me that the Doctor actually showed up in one of the recent Sarah Jane Adventures episodes? EVERYONE FAILS. I don't have all that much interest in SJA, though Sarah Jane herself is certainly awesome, but SJA with the Doctor? I am ALL OVER THAT.

(Also, apparently Tennant filmed that AFTER filming his last Doctor Who special, so technically, that's his last work as the Doctor. Asajkhfdalskhaslf.)

Actually, while we're on that subject, I did finally watch "Waters of Mars" a couple of weeks ago. ( only vague spoilers )

writing meta. sort of.

The solution to boredom is, apparently, to post way too damn much. Sorry for inflicting my blather upon you all. :/

So because I'm bored out of my mind, I pulled up one of my perennial WIPs. This one I started over a year ago, got about twenty pages in, and then got completely stuck. It's been stalled for a very long time now. I love what I have, but I just couldn't figure out where it was GOING. Or, well, I had the emotional arc all figured out, but the actual plot was just...stuck. I had all these things happening, but couldn't figure out why or how they were connected or how to resolve them. (This is how most of my plotty fics work: I throw a lot of interesting stuff at the wall and see what sticks, then play connect-the-dots and call it a plot. Don't even ask me how my Big Bang managed to come together, I really have no idea. Pure luck.)

Right, so the WIP. I just started typing randomly -- not prose, just working out what the problems were and trying to figure out how to start connecting the dots. And I kept beating my head against the brick wall of Why This Stuff Is Even Happening, and trying to mold it into something familiar, and utterly failing.

And then I stopped trying to shape it, and just let it be, and it worked. I had been trying to be all, "well, x exists, but what equation BROUGHT x into existence?" and failing; instead, I worked out the ramifications -- "okay, if x and y happen, then the result would be z" -- and all the separate pieces just...came together. It makes sense, and now I can see what original event a occurred to set it all in motion. And that's kind of awesome.

I mean, I still have to do the writing part. But it's a start.