Meh.

Maybe it's the weather. Maybe I'm worn out. Maybe I'm sick. Maybe it's a bad case of Melancholy, in which case I'd better start sleeping outside for awhile so I can be cured... even if it is wet and freezing.

Whatever the problem is, I'm having an awful time writing today. Just horrid. I have a short story to work on, to revamp and fix and nothing to do it with.

We're all in a foul state here today.

Avadore is grumpy. Probably also worn out from yesterday and maybe still a little sick from him cold, though I thought he was well. Rice caught Avadore's cold and is not feeling well.

I just want to hole up and rest, which I did do for a good portion of today. My "obligations" tomorrow are light, so I think I'll stay holed up then, too. I have a few calls to make, but rest is probably a good thing.

I'll sit and relax, try to work on my story a bit, but I'm not sure if pushing it is a good thing right now either. Stuff will come, or it won't. In the end, it's not the most important thing in my life.

It's not like I'm a professional and have a deadline or anything looming, thank goodness.

But I'm still waiting for the energy/inspiration/muse to hit me over the head and give me some motivation to actually figure out what to do with the blasted story :). But until then, here I sit, making notes, working and reworking things until the problems seem to be straightened out.

And when she shows up, I hope she tells me how to solve my other concerns.