I'm back. Whew.

The fog has well and truly lifted, I believe. The fog in question being the one that's shrouded my head the last few ... months? Most of the winter, anyway, and it really bears no further morbid description because, borrrrr-ing. But it's kept me from writing, or connecting with people (if I seemed to be not all there at Escapade, it's because I was not all there), or doing much of anything.

Ever since last Saturday, though, I've felt lighter, clearer, able to make plans and act on them, energetic and cheerful. And this morning -- I was walking to work, crossing the Mississippi River, with the sun pouring down on me, headphones on and Dire Straits playing Tunnel of Love, which feels to me like a RayK-and-Stella song, feeling full of joyful energy, and I suddenly found myself plotting out, filling in, the RayK-and-Stella parts of the WIP, which has been sitting untouched since last November. And I think tonight I'll open it up and write a paragraph or two.

Who knows what that interlude was all about -- maybe I'm developing late-onset SAD, or maybe it just took that long to completely detox from nicotine and get my brain chemistry rebalanced. But, whatever. Glad it's over, glad to be back.