Okay, so I'm beginning to believe that my lack-of-being-able-to-write lately has been less to do with writer's block and more to do with having the attention span of a gnat.

This afternoon I have gone from writing more on the Penelo's Navel fic (which, since it is unfinished, I have ported over to DW) to scribbling down ideas for a rather depressing coming-of-age original story to being determined to get something written for young adults published to deciding what I really want to do is read some book reviews, and possibly write them. And then I remembered about my LibraryThing page, which I haven't touched since 2007/8.

I don't know either.