My tweets

• Sat, 12:32: All I want for Christmas is to finish these outlines. Nearly done with 6. Still no idea about 7. Plot bunnies laughing at me. #sendbooze
• Sat, 19:04: And outline #6 is in the can. Finally. One left. Here, bunny bunny bunny...
• Sat, 19:43: LJ's down and I was going to do a post on gender in my fiction and the ratio of male protags vs female. Guess I'll poke the bunnies instead.
• Sat, 20:19: Apropos of a Fandom Secret.… http://t.co/EqexdiCX
• Sat, 21:50: Looking up brain cancer and process servers. Not for the same story, thank the dear and fluffy Lord. Still deciding #7, leaning toward Alex.

Well, crap.

I should know better than to wear team apparel on game day. It never works well, and now I think (if I'm hearing this right) that the Steelers won't even make the playoffs. Boooo.

Well, let's see.

Football has basically sucked today, with the notable exceptions of the Packers and Broncos. I've spent a lot of time fruitlessly arguing with people over on Larry's blog.

And I've added... *counts* five whole words to this outline, without actually figuring out what it's actually about. At this point I have: Alex Jarrett, mad scientist/billionaire extraordinaire, is trying to cure brain cancer. The Law of Unintended Consequences bites him on the ass in a very weird way. Something with telomeres, nanotech, and stem cells. "No, Alex, you may not cure cancer by infecting everyone with lycanthropy instead."

I have the feeling that this plot requires way more research than I am willing or able to do, especially in the time allotted. And the potential for Getting It Wrong is extremely high, here.

Ugh.