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There’s nothing like being sick to make you want to do absolutely nothing. Add freezing weather to that and well, darn it, sweatpants and a comforter are about the only things that’ll be getting any of my attention!

I suppose I’m really just trying to explain away why Flight of the Guardian is coming along so slowly. I skimmed an article someone wrote about “writer’s block” and thought about that phenomenon. Is there really such a thing? NaNo proved to me that when pushed to the wall, I can crank out pages upon pages of stuff. (Not necessarily good stuff, but stuff nonetheless.) Why is it then that every time I start a new story, it’s like pulling teeth? I know what I want to happen, but is it ever so painstakingly slow to get there.

C’est la vie.