Okay, so I’ve stopped writing.

It’s not just here, it’s everywhere, really. I’m not making any progress on any of the things I should be writing or doing, the stuff, the actual *plan* that means I’m not turning computers off and on again for thirty more years. The plan. (Er, I’m sorry if you’re one of the people I turn things off and on again for on occasion, especially if you pay me to do it). Code, fiction or anything else, it’s all got lost in the turnaround the last year or so’s been.

I need to make the clackity noise happen again. (TL;DR: Typing makes a clackity noise, and then words appear. Stories come out of words. Real, pretend or a mash of the two).

I managed to rewrite the first part of The Story last week, which has served me well. Unfortunatly it’s the same bit of the story as I had before, only this time with a better idea of what it is, which helps, but doesn’t actually advance me any. It’s still, when you boil down to it, the story of a man on a train.

In just under two weeks, Aquarionics dot com will be ten years old. It is already the single longest project I’ve ever worked on, and contains a lot of stuff I want to continue to exist, and continue to do. The way to make this happen is to try to do what I was doing back when I had actual readers, which is write stuff.

So, there may be a few more boring stories here, instead of me trying to make stuff interesting, and I’m sorry about that, but it’ll get better. Or, at least, I hope so.