The voices in my head have stopped talking to me.

I’m not even dreaming now.

I’ve no doubt that it’s stupid stress from having the stuid move hanving over me, but knowing why it’s happening doesn’t really make it any better.

In fact, it makes it worse because other than the lack of voices in my head (and therefore lack of writing) I’m not feeling the pressure at all. Most of the non-essentials are already packed, or in their original packaging waiting to be put into a bigger box.

Pretty much everything else can’t be packed yet because it’s stuff that we’ll use sometime in a two week period (or at least, if it’s packed away will definately be used in a two week period).

So, I’m sitting here with my laptop open every day. With Word open even. Yet I think yesterday I wrote maybe 10 lines.

And they were of the:

“How are you doing?”
“Fine, and you?”

variety. Meaning - SUCKTACKULAR.

But, I guess it’s something.

I’d give up entierly and call it “refilling the well time” but all my books are packed!

So….

How does life stress show itself in your writing? Do your characters start killing a lot of people? Get really boring? Can’t write at all?