Kage Baker not being here to lure me out into the river current of epic adventure that was Life in her company, I am taking a time out today.
My colour has faded out. I have no thoughts, no energy, nothing fascinating to read. There isn’t even any static in my head. No interest stirs at the image of desperate workers stuffing the cracks in a dying nuclear reactor with shredded newspapers, nor the aurora borealis creeping southward over the Canadian border. Flame-falling creativity lives not in this eye today.
Depressed. I’m gonna go knit and plot.