My Inu muse seems to have gone on vacation. Or gotten the flu. I've started 4 pieces, and none of them seem like they can be finished.
But, on the other hand, the strange muse for the story that was going to be (and may still be) my nanowrimo piece seems to have come back to faint, flickering life.
It's been ages since I've gone so far inbetween fluff pieces. Cotton must really have the flu. She is nowhere to be found.
I feel like part of me is missing.
My inner Inu is sulking, refusing to meet my eyes.
Maybe this is the dregs of the cold...I'm still coughing myself awake too many nights. Sleep cycle is screwed. Brain is rusty. I spent three days lost inside of Inufan's Making Things Right, wondering how I would write it differently (not that I did write anything; it was sort of an exercise in mental speculation. It's still a story I really enjoy reading).
I need to kick Pink in the tush. Or give her new fodder. Or stop coughing. Or all of the above.
Luckily, I keep all the ideas and false starts and partially written stuff I generate. I actually have written two or three thousand words...just nothing complete. So it's not total writer's block. Just nothing feels right.
Life as a writer, I guess. Maybe I need to tease Poetry Muse to wake back up. She's been asleep for way too long.
Next year, please, all you patron saints and kami of writers, don't let me get sick right before the Nano. Please?