Oh ho, it's one of that sad little entires in which I make crappy excuses for not writing. But to be honest, ever since Nanowrimo finished I have felt completely burned out (burnt out? help me, grammar nazis) and drained of all creativity. I haven't felt like writing. But I have felt like socialising, compulsive exercise, drinking too much, and laying on my bed moaning like a harpooned whale whilst panicking about the future.