Hmmm, I don't know. I was thinking maybe it was some sort of psychological thing, like I'd psyched myself out of writing. If I had to put a metaphor to it, it kind of feels like a fist clenching tightly in my brain, and the tighter it squeezes, the more whatever I'm trying to grab slips out of my grasp. Almost like I'm trying too hard to make it happen, but I don't know how to try less than taking a break from writing altogether, which I've already done. I don't know how to relax the fist.

Or maybe I'll try scrapbooking.

(Actually, I do like scrapbooking, and have three sitting on my shelf. I was looking forward to doing the pictures from my San Francisco vacation... except I never went.)