"She said to come claim what was mine"

My well has run dry.  That's not entirely accurate. There's plenty in the well. Just...not what I need.

My sister in law can eat and eat and eat, and then finally declare herself full. Only to turn around and have a piece of cake five minutes late. "I have two stomachs," she says. "One for savory and one for sweet. Just because savory is full doesn't mean I can't eat something sweet."

Which is pretty much what is happening to me right now. I've been reading a lot more lately. I've finished Anna and the French Kiss, Hex Hall, and Demonglass. They all refilled my well immensely. I feel like the part of my well that I need to start drafting my next WIP is overflowing. They were perfect examples of things I want to do, works to aspire to.

But I have work to finish on Feral before I move on to that project. And that well feels bone dry. Something is missing and I can't figure out what. The fuel I need to figure it out, the well I need for that work...there's nothing there. And I just can't tell what I need to fill that well. So I keep trying to push forward with that work, and feel my wheels spinning in the muck at the bottom of my empty well. Do not ask me what I'm doing trying to drive in my empty well. The metaphor well is also empty, apparently. ;)

But I'm trying to push forward and get that work done. Trying to do things like read and  create other things and hike until I shake loose the thing that is missing. On another note, I need a new journal. My last one only has a couple pages left and they are reserved for a short I've been working on in it.

I love buying new journals. *Happy squee*