I passed the 20,000 word mark this morning, meaning that I've managed to write about a half-Lake on the weekdays (less on weekends) (A "Lake" is 2500 words per day. Jay Lake, whose work I admire greatly, manages that when he's in novel writing mode.). I'm noodling (20,000 words is "noodling?") around with a silly three-way romance between my loner artist-with-no-past Darzi, his tabula rasa robot Jouet, and his chain-well-not-exactly-smoking furball of sarcasm and lust girlfriend Peren.
I'm not even sure what I'm trying to say with this story, other than that loneliness sucks and you can overcome it even if you feel like you have very little to offer the world by offering to help someone else out of their loneliness. Still it's nice to be writing something again, even if it's somewhat in my comfort zone.