I have five rather hefty writing projects up in the air at once, I just realized. How did this happen? I used to be a one-story-at-a-time kind of girl. But now...NOW I have: 1) The Play revisions (which I've been working on for five years)
2) The U.N. Show (a fairly recent development,all told)
3) The detective reboot (which, oh my word, I've been working on in one form or another for like eight years)
4) The Forster pastiche (which I've been working on for four years and is really just for me)
5) The NaNoWriMo tale of the French godfathers (which I've been working on for just over a year and a half and which I hope to make a lot of headway on this summer)
Therefore, I have come to the realization that there's one thing I really, really, really hate about life after high school: lack of free time. And trust me, I make more free time for myself than my roommates, Subcontinent, HarvardGirl, practically everyone I know. The fact remains, though, that when that carefully cultivated and shaped free time rolls around, all I want to do is watch stuff on my computer, or go for a jog. Using my brain is a no-go. But then there's this vicious cycle, because when I start watching The West Wing, or Six Feet Under, or The Wire, or Homicide, or (more recently; man, I love Alan Ball) True Blood, all I can think about is how great it would be to work on the U.N. show in a meaningful way so that it could be that good.

This is all a precursor to going home and making pasta and watching Pride & Prejudice before I go to bed, by the way. Being a grownup isn't that great.