Brain gone mushy

[tamaranth]

I blame fluffcthulhu. Have dozed on sofa for much of the afternoon, and have more dozing lined up. Bruises from train travel are fading, as is will to do anything even remotely intelligent.

Today I have been testing the laptop battery*, and incidentally introducing the cats to a new room. They think it is a Draughty and Scary room, and keep trying to lead me to safety. I think it's a nice, if large, garden, and much cooler than the conservatory (though the latter has power sockets).

*Estimated life is 3.5 hours, enough time to write something, once there is something in brain to be written.

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[moral-vacuum.livejournal.com]

STOP TRYING TO THINK. You are meant to be RELAXING.

[tamaranth.livejournal.com]

I am meant to be using the next two months to sort myself out, writing-wise. As I can scarcely string a sentence together at the moment, and cannot even look at novel without getting depressed about not being able to think about it clearly, there is little hope: but this is my only chance.

[fluffcthulhu.livejournal.com]

Well, if you will fall asleep while cuddling Me (http://www.flickr.com/photos/46787663@N00/32888394/)...

[moral-vacuum.livejournal.com]

Which is why for the moment you need to concentrate on getting your head together, and only then might you be in a place where writing will happen. As you know, you can't force your muse, all it does is get you frustrated. And the more you worry about not sorting out your writing, within a timescale which is relatively arbitrary, the less likely it is that you will be able sort it out.

But you know all this. So instead, *fizz*