I may have figured out how to finish the story, but actually writing it drainnnnnned me something fierce. I have no thoughts or creativity left. I’m staring at the screen and going What are words, anyway? Even this feels like me merely using the automatic writing functions of my brain.
I’m gonna go read more of THE BORELLUS CONNECTION. That’s all I can handle right now.
I was in at 11:30 AM, out by 12:30 PM, felt fine until 4:30 PM — and then I crashed and burned. I suspect a combination of a delayed reaction to the painkillers and the lingering aftereffects of having a gallon’s worth of fear hormones into my brain. Don’t assume I’m fine, just because I’m sitting there quietly while they jab needles and small buzzsaws in my mouth. I’m not. I’m freaking out massively, but showing it helps absolutely nobody.
In other words: my brain has been highly occupied this evening playing Microsoft Jigsaw puzzles. Oh, and I tried Suduko! It’s an interesting brain-teaser, that. Once I understood the basic strategy, at least.
