Meh

*mope* Instead of merrily scribbling away last night, writing lots of fic, or letting the husband spoil me rotten with [censored] I... passed out on the sofa at 10.30 pm. This sucks. Well, at least this morning and afternoon I was wide awake and cheerful, and I tried to catch up with all the posts over at calliopes_board. I also created two lists of links, making navigation easier. I am not sure LJ is reliably sending me all email notifications, so I scanned all the threads, but I may have missed stuff. So, if you are doing the workshop and there is a post where you are waiting with bated breath for me to comment, just let me know, ok? There are 44 entries with 710 comments (my own included), so it's easy to miss something.

And I meant to write a few drabbles, but somehow ended up doing Sweet Fanny Adams. I owe yindagger two drabbles, and I'd like to write one for drcoulter, who's birthday I missed (mea culpa). My Spikeslashficathon story is almost done. It needs just one more scene but my brain just goes *poof* whenever I look at it. I think it's a research problem. I also have almost a dozen other WIPs languishing on my drive. Does any of them click? Nope.
Let's call the problem by its name: I have writers block.
*bangs head against keyboard*

Sleeping is bad for me, I just know it. Every time I sleep more than 6 hours in one go I have to pay for it the following day with depression and moping. The first half of the day was fine and productive. But the past few hours? Sucked.
And now I want to curl up into a ball and sleep. That sucks even more. Meh.

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I wonder what would happen if I ate 20 tablets of St. John's Wort.