Excalibur in neon

Wow. So this whole 'getting back into the writing groove' thing, it's feeling a little like trundling through molasses. I'm trying to finish a year-old novella, and I feel like I've literally and metaphorically lost the plot with it. Ugh. Everything feels stilted and wooden and awful. I'm soldiering on though, because I like this story, dammit.

It's also really weird for me to write something where not much action happens. People talk to each other, basically. I think it would be kind of interesting as a play or audio drama, actually. It might be a hellish and foolhardy fun exercise to adapt it into script format when it's done.

In other news, when can I stop being tired? I swear, I do sleep!