My second day of school.  Bleh.  Let’s not talk about that.

In case any of you were interested, my writing blues have improved…sorta.  I’ve worked on the sequel and made some progress, and managed to find an excuse to revisit my manuscript and edit a little.  I thought perhaps I’d worked past the post-the end depression, but abundant mood swings prove otherwise.  And I think the presence of the old enemy is another factor.  Somehow, even though I’m not writing (and when I am it goes well), I have a bad case of writer’s block.  I’m not sure how it’s possible; when I’m writing the sequel, I clear away four pages without difficulty.  Yet it’s been unquestionably diagnosed.  Well, here’s how it’s possible: it’s writer’s block not of words but of ideas.  I’m craving something fresh and new, perhaps to fill the hole left by my departed story, and for once in my life, nothing’s coming.  This is a totally new sensation.  I’ve had dry moments before, but this is different.  As Chesterton would say, a difference in kind, not degree.

But even as I’m writing this, I feel a stirring of hope, and I think maybe there’s an end to this tunnel.  I don’t see the light yet.  But the first step is to believe there’s an end to the tunnel for the light to be seen at.  Anyways, while I go listen to Skillet’s ‘Sick of It’, you go be creative!  When life gives you writer’s block, build something with it.