I am out of post-novel ennui (finally!) and into that stage of recovery that I don't really have a name for. It's characterized by watching a lot of documentaries, reading a lot of books, doing a lot of web-surfing, and having a lot of ooo! shiny! creative moments that are completely unrelated to any desire to actually sit down and make words happen. In the last 24 hours, I have been briefly captivated by the Troll Platform, Tino Wallenda, and a literary collusion involving Kilgore Trout, Willim Ashbless, and Jonathan Herovit.
Well, I've been saying for a while that I should write a circus story. Maybe what I need is to write a story about three fictional writers encountering a family of aerialists on an offshore drilling rig.
Except the circus story is supposed to have a bottle tree in it, because I promised stillsostrange a short story entitled "King Pole, Gallows Pole, Bottle Tree" one of these days.
Ehn. I'll start writing again eventually. Once I get irritated enough.