![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
So I cranked out 300 words this evening. It is Torchwood fanfic rather than paying work, but I do not care. I like writing about pretty boys and their suit fetishes, even if this one went slightly dark and not-sexual when it was supposed to be happy porn. Unfortunately I've forgotten what was going to happen next, because I started this one a month back and then stopped owing to being zoned out from Evil Day Job and Evil Transparent Curtains. Given the way my slightly shop-soiled memory makes connections, I may literally have to sleep on it in order to retrieve it when I'm half-awake before or after sleep.