I couldn’t very well leave that post as the last word on the journal for a week or more, now could I?

So I’m feeling better today. Not 100%, but better. I still don’t think I’m tackling a big writing project any time soon, but I’m percolating on some possible creative outlets that might be better suited to what skills I have… and what skills I’m curious to learn. The webcomic, after all, mostly came about because my father gave me a very nice camera and I desired a fun way to learn to make the most of it. Most of the better things I’ve done in my life are because they were tied to discovering new toys and building a new skillset.

Play to your strengths, they say. Well, I happen to be very good at learning-through-tinkering. Now I just need to find the best new choice of outlet for that combination.

Watch this space, folks.

Let’s call it seven hours.

That’s how much time I’ve spent in the last few weeks sitting at the computer, hands on the keyboard, trying to get words out of my head and into an outline, into a story. And nothing’s coming out. Nothing. Not a damned thing.

Yesterday morning was a perfect opportunity: Quiet, alone, no chores, no work, just me and the word processor. I wasn’t even playing music. Nothing. Not a damned thing. From 9:30 to 12:00 I did nothing. And that was just yesterday.

I can’t do it. All of this glorious “I’m going to write something!” and, no, apparently I am most assuredly not.

So… now what? The comic’s over. I can’t write. I’m not actually a good photographer. I’m terrible at working with tools so building & crafting are right out.

I guess I’m just a worker drone and passive consumer from here on out.

Whee.