Block, It's a Thing

I've been throttling myself to get the Martin catalog finished and this weekend my brain just went full stop. I've slept a lot and watched Downton Abbey and written some stuff I hate and made a chibi. I had brunch with the creative writing gang yesterday and met my writing prof for next semester. Having no idea who I was he made some snark to Amber about "not bringing in any of that SF&F stuff to class." When one of my other friends asked how the Martin thing was going he wanted to know who GRRM was. This is going to be a long semester, isn't it? I've decided I'll just fight fire with fire: every time someone says something bitchy about genre I'll channel my best Sherlock and go "what fun little brains you mundanes DO have." Today's the first sunny day I've seen in weeks, which makes my black mood worse. At least if it was gray and rainy I could settle myself in my favorite chair with something to read. Instead I want to sit down with my laptop and wrangle with something I know would appall my fellow students. ...I wish I didn't love appalling people so much.