call your own bluff

So, on the trip up, they lost my suitcase. This caused a number of problems, and one very odd consequence in the form of us collectively having to thank my father. Mostly, what was in the bag were clothes, many of them brand new, and a couple pieces of replaceable jewellery, but I did lose one very important flash drive, and the SD card I work from. That led to being thankful for Google Docs, which I cannot let stand, so as of January it's been decided I'm signing up for Dropbox Plus.

Here and now, though, I came back to a wall of stress, an appointment I couldn't reschedule, and feelings.

Instead of dealing with any of that, though, I've drabbled a short petopher thing, and now I've circled back to Stiles and Peter, and the possibilities there. Yay for avoidance! (And fic.)

I finished writing something yesterday. 'Finished' meaning it's ready for a beta, but considering I haven't actually finished writing anything in literal years...

It's Potterverse stuff and I went to the discord automatically because I know no one who betas for that fandom. Now it's out of my hands and that's not nerve-wracking at all.

But now I'm thinking about Stiles and Peter and that whole sector of content. And the way I've been going off on tangents, I can't help but wonder if that one is next...

in keeping with the theme of being able to write everything except what I'm supposed to be working on, I was migrating everything to my icloud notes for the sake of certainty, and it turns out that at last count I have twenty (and counting) active drafts.

send help.