when you're strange no one remembers your name

1. I made it through Color of Magic and Light Fantastic (Rincewiiiiind. Mwah) quickly and with a lot of glee. I pushed my way through Equal Rites, because I figured it couldn't be as awful as I remembered it being (sadly, it kinda was, as it just... peters off into a not-very-satisfying ending).

But Mort, which I've never read? He is so dull. I'm, like, barely 60 pages in and I just... I'm bored. A part of me is like "keep reading! History is here!" Bleh. Maybe I'll manage more tomorrow. And maybe it won't be as predictable. (like, when I'm skipping ahead to see if the next bit has what I think will happen in it and it happens, this is not a good thing--especially when this is the third time I've gone "I bet this happens next.... yep.").

2. In the last week I have written 3000 words of Annie and Jai from Covert Affairs fic, 800 words of assorted other ficlets, and 5000 words of Katherine Grey/Derek Kettering spies and sex and repression. (with the latter, part of it was accomplished by writing scenes that happen two or three years later. sigh. Sadly, if I wanted to finish and file off the serial numbers, there'd be no point as I am not Ruth Rendell.)

3. I am sure I had more. Oh well.