Rrrrg. Writer stuck at the border, can't find papers for customs...

There are a number of short stories. They're all there staring at me, waiting for me to get over my writer's block. A couple of them are edits, the rest are almost complete rewrites or start-from-scratch-and-make-something. One of the rewrites in particular I really want to play with, but... There are two novels that are actually going somewhere, and two that I keep noodling around on because, well, I want to. They're not moving either.

This is not a case of me being actually blocked. The words are all there in my head, and I'm quite certain that if I managed to get over the hump of sitting down and writing, oh, the first thousand or so, that they would come out like a burst dam.

Or perhaps a burst damn.

Regardless, I seem to not be able to focus. I haven't figured out why yet. Possibly it's because I've done too much working from home and my desk has become associated in my head with 'work' instead of 'creativity'? Perhaps it's simply that the house doesn't feel right.

I'm thinking that since I've just spent the week being sick, and am thus precluded from going to blacksmithing tomorrow simply because I'm liable to be a danger to myself and others, that I will get up, do a couple of necessary chores, exercise...and then unplug the internet from my computer and see if I can get myself unblocked.