(who the frack is Meyer?)

So true it isn't funny. Lord, I want to write again, even the thing I wrote to get over it stalled (and that's annoying since it is a vividly nasty Joe Dick story). *sigh* I need to get over this and just write. The current thing, On the Inside, is huge but I've ended up with this distance. The snags in the plot are coming loose and I get fragments on my desk, it just needs to a) move forward and b)get my confidence up again. I had a spurt of Stella but it was all a deeply tell section about Stella's background that belongs a bit more defuse until Ray V finds out who her father is (no, not Frankie, I know you think like that. Think a pseudo-Getty with an astronomy habit)