So I have three different long fics in flight: a smut-fest straight from the id-vortex, a whacked-out weird thing parked next door to the twilight zone, and a Triad story riding the teen dramaland express.
I think I need to commit to one of them. Even if all three are strutting around different regions of polyamory valley -- that's them, not me. I need to focus on just one and finish that draft.
It's just, after a handful of years thin on inspiration, it feels like an embarrassment of riches.