I'm sat here, in front of this computer, and all that I can think of is how much I need to write another story. Never mind the lack of any kind of reaction I've had from the recent ones, my need to write is upon me in a way that it hasn't been for a long, long time.

And here I am sat in front of a fucking text editor for the last hour with not even the glimmer of an idea of what it's going to be about. Nothing. If anyone tells me to "just let it flow" I'm going to fucking kick them, because if I do that then the bastard thing will get written in three days' time and I won't be able to sleep a fucking wink before then.