OK, this really pisses me off. Before my big move, I was fully in writer-mode, even asking in my LJ for writing advice and stuff. I was deep into the editing of my novel and slapping back an ep analysis of Angel once a week and otherwise typing prose to my heart’s content.
Then came the packing, and the move, and the unpacking, and the interior decorating. I managed to finish up the couple Angel analysis I was late on, but thank god they didn’t have more than eight episodes this Fall (did I just say that?), ’cause I was kind of dragging ass getting those done as it was.
And now I am dragging ass getting back into my novel. It all seems distant to me. “Oh, that.”
I am like a work-a-holic, I-have-no-life about my novel most of the time!!
Grrr, I hate this. Would someone tell me where my muse ran off to?