The New Quarterly party was
The New Quarterly party was a blast this weekend. Class was good tonight (I thought -- no read on what the writer-students thought). Seal up the Thunder is coming together. But ... sigh .... I'm reading much and thinking much and editing much -- and writing not at all. I feel dried up.

Erin, this is just a period of hibernation, of gathering up your forces. It’s natural. At least, that’s what I tell myself when it happens to me.
It’s part of the rhythm. Up, down. wet, dry, active, thinking.