I'm Not Dead...

...yet.

I was out of town for nearly half of April, and when I got back after the last time, I got really, really antisocial. I barely spoke to anyone last week and spent work time doing work on my own rather than answer emails. I also suffered from NO enthusiasm/motivation to do anything at all.

And I hate that. I hate not feeling like myself, like someone else has taken over. Not that I'm particularly a social butterfly on a good day, but I barely tweeted all last week.

I finally snapped out of it, and I think a big part of that has been dragging my ass out at night to jog. I've given myself permission to go back to baby steps and build up my lungs again (I'm asthmatic, therefore jogging can be problematic at times), but the endorphins have brightened my days a lot. I'm back to enjoying making home cooked meals rather than see them as a chore (this week: focaccia AND I made the most amazing Greek roasted potatoes).

The one thing that hasn't changed is the writing black hole I've been in for months. Part of it was burnout after writing Abandoned in Jan/Feb, but the other part...I don't know. I don't usually go this long without writing; I've spent the past nine years working myself into the habit of writing nearly every day and I'm NOT one to sit around and wait for the muse (I chase her down and beat her with a stick). I got out 1500 words on Wounded the other day, but that's been it.

And so I continue to wait for the batteries to recharge while I work on other things. I'm moving in a few months closer to my mum where rent and groceries are cheaper, so I'm trying to prepare my brain for my LEAST favourite thing ever: apartment hunting and moving.

Take care, kids--I'll be back this weekend with links a plenty to totally awesome stuff.