I’m in my typical funk after stories (not that I’ve typed up the last chapter of Wolf Children or anything productive like that). I have no new story ideas. I don’t feel like writing. I feel like sleeping except there are children in my house and I should probably try to at least stay conscious until the one not sharing that much of my DNA goes home. Sunshine (my cat) is nuisancing me as I try to type this. I have nothing left to say.
Is this writer’s block? Maybe I should just buckle down and type.