I could edit tonight. I have to go through Strange Planet, ten thousand words of Mage-meets-singularity. I want to do it. But... it's editing. I honestly can't stand editing. The cool of creation has worn away, there's nothing but the scaffold of words around an idea. The scaffold needs reinforcing, but I want to be working on ideas.
I'll edit at some point over the weekend. Not tonight. Too much election fallout, too much politics. I've been advocating the violent removal of the nation-state from the planetary consciousness again. It gets to me, does politics. I'll let it out in a bit.