writer's follies: this may change tomorrow, but at least for today the most bloody-minded thing I can do isn't murdering my darlings, or taxes.

It's organizing my stories in such a way I can think about slating. Ugh, reminder to self: try not to let this get so far out ahead of you next time.

Oh, and to any future archivists, I apologize in advance. And may the gods help any actual trained librarian that gets ahold of this. My only defense being that I'm at least attempting to think in terms of database querying, in which case my mind works as it does and can do no other.