Lonely evening

[matrixrefugee]

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!

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[(Anonymous)]

Sounds like what I had during an extreamly boring holiday in a remote corner of Scotland, they all upped and ditched me right when I needed them most. I can't guarentee that the same ones will come back straight away (one or two of my characters are still mooching around the edges) but some will come back soon and if your head's anything like mine, there might be some new faces cropping up. Don't worry, bashing your head doesn't wreck creativity. I've bumped my head more times then I can remember and my own personal corner of the Dreaming has been completely unharmed.