Still breathing. Life is an oil-and-water combination of enthusiasm and apathy these days. Just have to keep telling myself to just write the stupid essays, no matter how dull I think they are.
The story continues to grow in bits and pieces. Strangely enough, the online yelling-at-story that I did a few posts ago worked. Something clicked by the time I reached the end of that post and after hitting publish I went back to writing. Sometimes it is best not to question the quirkiness of writer-brain.