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Two ways this applies:

My son is moving out today and taking his re-functional computer with him. I love him dearly and enjoy his company but he wants to camp out on the computer as much as I do, and for construction reasons his computer was not online most of the time he's been here. Meanwhile, my daughter still does not have a functional computer. She's coping better, though she still has things she must do, like homework.

The other way -- I have started trying to think of each day the way I think of each chunk of writing. For writing, I have a long-range plan which is prety well thought out, and a mid-range plan for the next chapter or two, and a short range plan for today's writing. I don't do that for any other aspect of my life. So today, I said to myself: "The kitchen chapter I am on is to finish touchup on Impossible Yellow Bits, second coat on Two Doorways in Wonderful Easy to Paint With Linen Color, first coat on Cabinet Doors in Both Wonderful Easy to Paint With Linen Color and Palest Green. The wine chapter is Taste and See If It's Really Vinegar, and If It's Not, Add Sugar and Move It to Secondary." The Family chapter is "Get Dead Rat Corpse From Vet and Deliver to Daughter for Burial." The Social Life Chapter is broken into 2 scenes: "Make Appearance at Coastal Cleanup Day if Possible" and "Drop by Jeannie's to Help with Yard Sale."

And writing? Well, I'm going to send my guy through a hiotchhiking nightmare. My son and his friend were talking about the genie class in D&D and I think the people in my guy's first ride do that, so my guy can contrast himself to those wish-granting entities and wonder if he could do the things they do, and realize that he has been doing some of them, and he could never do others. Then he's dropped off at a gas station at an offramp somewhere in the East Bay, and he goes into the little market thing and buys a snack, showing his money in the process. When he gets out, he's mugged by a little wad of suburban boys. There. I've lost my guy's money and injured him a little so he doesn't feel up to the kind of hard labor he's been doing and he has a motivation to return to San Francisco.

And the other thing is

Katie crept towards the kitchen. "Should I wake my mother?" she wondered. "Or should I go myself?"
Katie's mother worked very hard all day. She was always tired at night. Katie decided she would go herself. "It's probably only a raccoon that came in the window and knockled over the dishes," Katie thought.

When she came to the kitchen door, she stopped and looked in. There was a group of very small people dresed in very odd clothes, circled around a very small woman who wore a crown of golden yellow flowers.

"Company!" Katie thought, and scampered back to her room to pull off her pajamas and pull on the dress she had been saving for a special occasion. SHe hurried. SHe was afraid that the company would leave if nobody came to be polite and say hello to them.

This time she came right into the kitchen and said hello. "I'm Katie," she said. "What are your names?"

The small people laughed, and the woman with the crown of golden yellow flowers spoke. "I'm the Mustard Fairy," she said. "We are all fairies of the Continent of Condiments, and we have come to visit and aid our loyal follower who is in such distress."

Katie had never heard of the Mustard Fairy, and she did not trust herself to even try to say "the Continent of Condiments." She could tell this had something to do with mustard, though, and she was all attention.

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Well, you'll see, this is from a different mythology altogether. It's also pure fluff -- no dark, no class consciousness, no problematic interpersonal relationships: just mustard.