I haven't written a word in weeks and I just . . . can't. Writing is possibly the most physically-low-effort craft there is, and yet it can feel so utterly impossible when the mood isn't right. Why is that?

(No Write November indeed, I suppose.)

The WIP that I've been whining about forever finally has a first draft! It's twice as long as the required amount and has about half as much substance as I'd like - but I hope that means it'll be easy-ish to cut down into something a little more streamlined and more fun. Now is time to take a good long time away from it. I freak out about deadlines, but I have to remember that the deadline for this isn't for several months, so I can definitely afford to let this sit for a week while I recover. Hopefully when I come back to it, I'll be able to see where and how it can be improved - and hopefully the distance will also help me see if there's anything in it worth keeping.