Running into that nasty writer's block.  I've decided that I write angst well, but not action... nor exposition, apparently.  How depressing.

In the months since I last posted, I've resigned from my job at Stanford, moved across the country, and taken a new position in Boston.  I'm now the lab manager of one of the new fellows at Whitehead Institute.  Prestigous, no?  Still, it's been a big move for me, especially considering I've lived in California for most of my life.  Maybe that's contributing to the writer's block. 

Nah. 

It's like every time I open up the file to continue the story, something stops my fingers and my mind draws a blank.  I can think of exactly how I want the story to progress--I can practically see it in my head--and yet, something stops me from putting it down on paper (or a Word document, to be exact).  Maybe I'm too afraid that what I come up with will be stupid or crappy... or heaven forbid, stupid AND crappy.  Or maybe not, since I know I'll revise and edit the heck out of the thing before even considering showing it to a beta to proof.

Blah. 

Ficcing journal, perhaps? Only started this one cuz of sheep syndrome...must follow everyone else. Main blog remains in the same place, but will use this one for fourcats (Four Cats) related business.

There, did my deed for the day.