I know in the past month and a half I haven't hardly updated at all, and most of that is attributed to the fact that I have done nothing. I've noticed that for the past few summers, my inspiration goes out the window. Maybe it's also because I'm stressed, and I just bought a car, and I'm broke and owe my parents money. And it's definitely also because I'm frankly sick of being cooped up in the house doing creative things. Writing has been a real rock for me when I felt lonely or like I wasn't doing anything but now it doesn't exactly work.

Basically everything is on hold right now. I'm having issues with Kate, so we can't write Crystal Palace III or He's Having My Baby, I'm socially inept, lonely, down, and probably incapable now of writing for Tilly & Jo... I have thoughts about all my stories but don't actually want to spend the time working on them.

And He's There... I don't know what I'm going to do. It should be next on the list if T&J is troubling me so much, but even that kind of intimidates me.

I know I have to pull something together. I'm a much happier person when I'm in the motion of working on something, but it's so so difficult taking the first step inside that motion, even if I know it's good for me.

For the time being, I think I'm going to force myself to get the juices stirring with Handful of Hare. That should be easy... maybe. Edit: maybe I can just do the next part of CP3 on my own? I kind of know what's supposed to happen and I've done it once before. Hell, I'll update both CP3 and HHMB. Who's to stop me?


I took for granted 2008. In retrospect, I had a good, inspiring, happy year, mostly.

Not to sound like I'm flushing myself down the toilet here. I know this writer's block will go away eventually. It always does... I know I'll look back on it like I have all the others and be thankful for my inspiration.

Still sucks being in a creative drought.