My laptop is switched on, there are words on the screen and up until a few minutes ago, I was writing - honest. I'm midway through a rewrite of Dead Sharp Tail (kind offer to allow me to fix the story and try again received this morning), I'm 900 words into the first draft of When Orange Lanterns Lit the World (a dystopian short), and panicking that I won't have any ideas/time to write something for 'Retro Spec' which will close to submissions in about a week. Cue palpitations.
And despite God forgetting to send the memo re the permanent change of the sky from blue to grey, there was a quick flash of sunlight from my inbox this afternoon. The Tangled Bank have accepted my short, The Sound of Sharp Voices, for their anthology. Nice.