It’s not the matter.
We won volleyball, our first victory, except for a forfeit, since grading. I judged Heroclix for the first time since I became a registered judge. I ran a roleplaying game for the first time since last century. I played Tunnels and Trolls
for the first time in even longer. The Muppet Show
went off without a hitch and I spent hundreds of dollars of Christmas presents, which was nice.
And yet all I can generate is a single prosaic paragraph. I have a theory: I am not trying to avoid my work sufficiently to create the windows of time I require to write more than this. I have a second theory: not avoiding my work is not because I have found something interesting to do; rather, I have found something I know how to do. And now I have a second paragraph, too.
And a third (of each): if I pulled my computer out of the cupboard and set up a station at home where I’m not distracted by the novelty of my work I would write more.
(Now go and find out what Ted
has been up to.)