I've been reading like crazy myself. Some fluffy fiction, some history, some research grade stuff. Maybe it's just anything to keep from writing. That well seems empty right now.

Actually, the well isn't dry. I just can't figure out how to write what I want to write. If I live long enough it'll come back, I'm sure. For now, I'll just read and start again for the eleventeenth time.

Always good to see you...