One percent (and this is in the midst of some personal chaos and upheaval of the engrossingly unfun sort)!

So, apparently, what I need to do is just sit the hell down. That’s the process.
If I keep sitting the hell down, eventually I type some words.
I now have two stories out to market, and am hoping to finish the current one (which is a rewrite–a deep rewrite) and send it out to seeks its fortune over the weekend. Then, onto the next (another deep rewrite; this one needs about 2,000 new words). I have a vague inkling, maybe, I think, of what’s after that.
Point is, I’m working. It may only be for 30 minutes at a time, but I’m working.
Step three: sit the hell down.
I have also “offiicially” committed to doing NaNoRiMo, so I’d better get accustomed to sitting the hell down. That sucker is 50,000+ words. I’m going to do it too, and I pinky swear that the last 10,000 words will not be “Screw Flanders.”

Also important: I know you’ve probably been looking in your closet and thinking, “What I really need is a mess of teeshirts and crap that have aliens on them, or that, at least, talk about global donimation.”
Me too.
Well, Maggie @ Apex has anticipated our garment needs and re/designed a bunch of ringers, tanks, mugs, and hats that look really swell and go to a great cause–keeping dark SF awesome:
Apex at Zazzle (There is nothing like a hot cup of global domination!)
Apex at CafePress (personally, I’m coveting the Apex Minion Ladies’ T in black)