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Writing Porn

In the form of software.
Behold, The Scrivener. For Windows.

And many endless thanks to Aleks for introducing me to it. If I have to, I'll fork out the funds to purchase the official version when it goes live, because there is nothing better than a tool that works the way you want it to.
Seriously.
I'm sorely tempted to spam my blog with screenshots, I'm having so much fun with it. Of course, I feel like I'm playing, even if what I'm really doing is compiling some fifteen to twenty years of revisions, world-building, and concepts, and filtering the treasure from the trash.
I feel like I'm doing that in a good many aspects of my life, as of late.

Have finally made the decision to quit smoking. It's going to have to be a gradual thing, as this introvert still needs to maintain her gainful employment, and a modicum of sanity while interacting with others on the job. Thankfully, however, my current position does not present anywhere near the level of stress I had six months ago, when my attempt to stop resulted in a 50% increase in daily nicotine intake.
Yes, yes. FAIL.

All the same, I'm determined to excise it from my life. The last residual of a personal relationship I ended over a year ago, now. Dating this person was the sole influence in my taking up smoking. I take responsibility for the choice, of course. And now I want it gone.

Maybe without the nicotine, I can gain ten pounds. That would be nice.

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