Nothing to See Here

Absolutely nothing from my side of the fort. I've been up for a few hours and done nothing except eat chocolate, answer an email, and listen to my Rioport Jukebox. I keep trying to muster the energy to write, but it's like trying to strike a wet match. There is a feeble sizzle, a sputter, and maybe even a faint spark, but no flare of blue-orange flame, no "Eureka!" to set my feet upon the path.

It's fandom torpor. It has to be, because my fic isn't the only thing that has gone quiet. I haven't posted to hogwarts_live in weeks or read it in much longer. Everything is so fragmented and insulated there these days. Instead of a group that had main story arcs with tributary feeders that allowed others to join in as well, the RP has splintered off into true-blue partnerships where outside interaction is viewed as adulterous. Granted, I've always been a skittish, paranoid soul, so if it were just me who felt this way, I'd dismiss it as just another of my bugaboos, but for once, it's not just me. I don't know whether to be relieved or troubled.

I suppose I'll update as soon as my paper is finished tonight. The Professor has acquired a means by which Stanhope can test her potion, and she could use a bit of calamity in her life. Well, not calamity, but a setback. It'd be unrealistic of her to get a complex, de novo potion right on the first go. I'm sure she'll enjoy cleaning the gunk from the apparatus by hand. I just hope the Professor has a lot of time on his hands.

I've a paper due tomorrow, but since I neglected to read university mail and learn of the extension, the paper has been completed for a week. All it needs is a nip and tuck, and it should be presentable. Want to bet I get too complacent and leave it until the last minute? It wouldn't be the first time.

The weather promises to be inhospitable here for the next few days, what my roomie and I have dubbed Hand of God weather-blinding rain, bellowing thunder, and apocalyptic lightning-so I'll be taking refuge in the well-grounded Sooper Sekrit Crip Cabal headquarters. Of course, we don't call it that. ~shifts eyes~ To the uninitiated, it is known as the Student Disability Resource Center Computer Lab. All hail the Sacred Wheel. ~rolls casually away, taking care to look gormless. Dribbles for added effect.~ university computer lab. Lightning has struck my abode twice. I'm not about to tempt it for a third time.

I think I'll finally watch Mystic River. Maybe that will set the cogs turning.