Okay, so I got my desk all cleaned off so there's room for the keyboard and mouse. I rearranged a little bit so I can see out the window (good for distraction!). I got out my notes on the last novel I was working on and read them over. I talked to one of my writer friends about getting together on a semi-regular basis to check in on our various projects and comment on each others' work. And I even spent some time polishing up some of the last scenes I wrote.
Why isn't it sparkling?
Why isn't it gripping me by the throat and demanding to be given voice?
Why can I not do this anymore?
Why don't I want to?
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