When Writing Slows...

I'm at this weird headspace today. Probably because:

1. I accidentally skipped a couple of doses of my anti-crazy meds.

2. I don't deal well with people who don't understand my writing.

3. I feel like Dead was a fluke, and Serpent is going to bomb. No particular reason. See #1.

It's leaving me feeling like I should crawl into a whole and just sleep for a long, long time. Which, of course, isn't feasible, but life goes on.

I'm at a crossroads with Sidhe, where Zoe is feeling just as tired and run down. Given everything that happened in Serpent, it's no wonder, but how do I get her back to a place where she gives a shit about the world around her again? How do I make the story interesting enough for her to even want to show up, much less solve the crime? Not even broaching a potential new love interest, because things are just too...fresh and painful.

The desert of Arizona is different than the humid climes of the east coast. A change of scenery never hurts, right?

Ah, I'm rambling. Thanks for listening. Time to do some research. Gotta stick some fae mounds in this place.