Okay, since Sunday I've:

Written two flash pieces.
Rewritten and sent out a short story.
Laid the groundwork for a novella, another two short-stories and two collaborations.

I will probably finish the novella and one of the short stories by this weekend.

Why?

Because I can't get myself away from the computer. I want to write so desperately right now that I'm having a very, VERY difficult time thinking about anything else.

I'd forgotten how I get when I write on a consistent basis. Everything else seems to get shoved to the back burners and doesn't seem quite so important (you're excepted here, Sweetie!) and I tend to get short-tempered when I have to deal with anything other than the fiction that wants to get down on paper.

It's a little maddening, but I don't want it to stop. I keep looking for something else to write (something short so that I can switch it off my monitor when I absolutely HAVE to do work at my day job.)

I rush through my work at the day job so that I can clear my desk for long enough to write down another five or six paragraphs before I'm ripped back out of it.

Sigh.

I'm an addict.

Joseph Haines, signing off from The Edge of the Abyss.