It feels kind of stupid to be typing about this, let alone post it publically, but my writing/posting muscles have become so atrophied over the past year that anything is better than the near-nothing that's become status quo around here.
Last night I spontenously went in and responded to/deleted a bunch of personal emails that had been languishing for the last month. Such a satisfying feeling. And while I haven't written any fiction in more months than I care to think about, I have started playing D&D with some friends, and it's been really helpful to be able to focus on managing a single character's personality, skills, and motivations.
(I have to remind myself that this is not the first time I've gone months and even years without writing; those dry spells eventually broke, and this one will too. The momentum is still incremental, but I can feel that it's finally shifted.)
In completely unrelated news, the dog actually caught a baby woodchuck this afternoon, after weeks of hunting its parents. He didn't know what to do with it once he had it, though, aside from flipping it onto its back everytime it tried to run. Eventually he mistimed it, and the baby escaped, but it was a rather impressive feat. I'd thought it was bound to be as fruitless as his vendetta against the backyard squirrels.