My son turns 18 today, which means no more court-ordered child support. I think Ill celebrate by making the monthly check I send his mother about 60% larger. What the heck, hes in college now, and it feels different now that I dont have to do it.
After mulling on it for awhile, today I started on a new fic. This one shouldnt be too long it just has that feel to it and I got 1,300 words done on the first round. Maybe a week, maybe less.
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The weather is cooling here. I dont think the temperature broke 85° today. After months of letting my blood thin in the Afghan heat, I have to start planning on how to deal with winter when it arrives.
So, the story Im on right now; then another one when I finish (that one somewhat longer, between 20,000 and 40,000 words); then assuming nothing has come up in the meantime I can consider addressing another story Ive had in the back of my mind for a few years now.
Anticipation is fun. Doing a story is even more so. Each in its own turn.