Attack of the plot bunnies

I spent an informative, nostalgic and somewhat depressing evening in the back rooms of my hard drive and was a bit shocked at what I found - 7 finished stories for a start, some novel length - and I haven't really looked at Gdocs yet.

( Cut for stream of conciousness rummaging )

Decisions then:

First - get my desk back from madam. She has a room of her own, she just needs to muck it out and since she's at home all day while I'm either at work or doing stuff for Mum, she's the one who has the time to do it.

Second - set aside time to be alone and quiet.

Thirdly - unplug the router. [This will have the other benefit of stopping missy from streaming endless eps of South Park and Family Guy and doubling up our bandwidth use each month.]

I can't write Fourthly with a straight face :D - choose wisely which stories to finish. I'm currently inclining towards the pirate Nanowrimo effort, a short contemporary romance that just needs a couple of extra scenes, and an historical short set on the coast of the Aegean in about 380BC that I'm enjoying because it's sun drenched and gentle and guilt free. I put that last one down as the spoonful of sugar.

mad - mad I tell you!!1!

( As if I needed another plot bunny... )