It's strange how hard I've found it to write in the past....months and months, actually. I feel like something's clamped down somehow, I've developed a writing artery that's unhealthily clogged by blcokage. I need writerly triple by-pass surgery or something. It's all very distressing, particularly because I've started thinking of really awesome titles that someday I'd like to use for -- oh, you know, *anything*, which used to be the absolute hardest part of writing for me. I used have this fantasy of just giving in to my inability to title things and naming every story after a great Civil War battle. pearl_o and lyra_sena both often had to take me aside and say, "Honey. You really can't call this story Antietam. No, honestly."
I still kind of don't believe it. Antietam would be a great name for basically anything. I stand by that.