...for many reasons, as I think many of us can attest.

Most relevant to you, however, is that it has been, for varying reasons, interfering with my ability to write. I have had a one shot in the works for no less than two weeks, an affair that should have taken a little over a day. Nevertheless, it is currently sitting at approximately 3000 words and about, oh, 70% done, or a little more. I would much prefer to admit I had the finished product for you now, but that, simply is not the case; nor will I have time over the next several days to put in so much as a word towards it.

Alas, I found myself unable to tell this particular tale without dialogue. I am hoping that you find the finished product satisfying nonetheless.

Why do I bring this up? Because now those of you who all favorited Silence and Motion can beat me over the head with it until I've gotten it done... though do please wait until Monday at the earliest, because real life has me by the throat until then.

A snippet to hold you over.

The voice came at approximately the same time as the insistent knocking on the door, and the shock made Octavia draw the bow across the strings in entirely the wrong way. A discordant screech filled the living room, seeming at odds with the relaxed warmth of the sun in the window, just beginning to set. She very nearly lost her balance, but found it long enough to set cello and bow down gently before making her way toward the apartment’s front door.

“Tavi?” came Vinyl’s voice again, only slightly muffled. Octavia paused as she reached her welcome mat, biting her tongue and staring daggers at the door handle.

“Tavi, everything okay? I heard that.” Another little staccato series of knocks. “I know you’re in there, come on, open the door.”

Octavia shrugged and rolled her eyes.

“Octavia Philharmonica van Clef,” declared Vinyl, though the grandiose tone she used was ruined somewhat by the fact that there was a door between the two of them, “if you don’t open this door right now, I’ll... Actually, hang on, I’ve got a key. Let me see...”

Octavia waited until she heard the key enter the lock, and then, very suddenly, pulled open the door. She had anticipated, rather correctly, that Vinyl, being very physical for a unicorn, would have leaned against the door to push it open, and the end result was a pile of pale, off-white unicorn, complete with frumpled green hoodie, blue mane all tangled and scattered, fallen face first on her floor...