I've been awake since 1AM but I haven't made anything unless I was icing my ankle.
On the plus side, I have been working on a potential Halloween story. Powers know what I'm going to do for a cover, but that's a problem for if it gets finished. For all I know, it might be out next year. September is dwindling away, after all.
I am reminding myself to be kind to me. If it gets done, it gets done. If not, I'll get it done.
Speaking of, the countdown of chapters to do is down to thirty-seven. I can't always manage two days per chapter, and that's okay. Sometimes, I wind up writing a huge chunk at fuckoff AM on a weekend, and that is also okay. I should not feel guilty about my output nor of "abusing" my self-appointed days off.
When ADT is done, I'll gift myself time of Not Worrying About It. I may even pitch it to people. Just book one. If they don't want book one, they won't be interested in the other five.
...I still have to pitch Adapting at one more agency. Getting brave enough to do it is my battle.
There's the entry for next week's Archive challenge, today's tale, and the horror to work on. And for fun - I have some fanfics simmering on my personal backburner.
But I want to lie around and blob. I think my hug tanks are empty. Onwards with whatever I'm doing.
[Shown here: A simplified humanoid figure oscillating rapidly left and right. It is captioned, "I have done nothing productive all day"]
[Shown here: An etching of an anticommunist propaganda piece featuring a skeleton in a "communist" sash. It is carrying a large scroll that has been altered to say "Lord help me, I'm back on my bullshit"]