The problem with short things (anything under 2000 words, if you're me) is that they're like candy. A handful of M&Ms. Easy to write, easy to enjoy, and they provide a short burst of sugary high. But they're not as satisfying as the longer stories. The novellas. Mmm, I love the feeling of having written a novella. Writing them is agonizing at times, mind you. But the longer fic is chewier.
I seem to be in dire need of dinner, here. Perhaps it's time to head home from the office. (For some reason that sentence came into my head in Japanese. I took a business Japanese course a while back. The adventures of Tanaka-san and his colleagues, you know? I don't know the casual verb forms at all. Those classes were fun. I should resume them.)
Saw The Bourne Ultimatum last night, finally. Fab movie; great fight scenes, in this modern trend of fight scenes that feel physically brutal. Love Paul Greengrass. Love the visual references in this film to earlier moments in the series. These movies are so much better than the books they're allegedly based on.