Lonely evening

Not much happened today. I poked at the next chapter of "The Smoke of Satan...", as well as a later scene for it, but I didn't get much accomplished. I haven't really been getting much done lately, as far as writing is concerned. Not since my head got knocked around at work last week. Even the Houseparty of Welcome and Unwelcome Characters has been very quiet. I'm beginning to fear that something broke in my brain, thanks to those knocks to the head that I took. It really has me scared, that it might have destroyed my creativity. I can't imagine life without it, and the prospect, of no longer having that rich, inner world that I once had, leaves me trembling with dread. Someone help me out here!