Then I get this pretty from sailorlum:
I feel like it's all fallen to pieces. I can't write. Can't hardly drabble anymore. I've got two ficathons I'm committed to, and several WIPs and they're all sitting in Word, staring at me and pointing fingers.
Poor muse... I think she's shriveled up and died from neglect. And I just noticed I've not posted a thing in LJ for a week.