Pretty much the only thing that is absolutely guaranteed to keep me from writing is a headache. Not just a niggler, but something that's at least a 4 on the 1-10 scale. I suppose it's the combined force of staring at the backlit computer screen, thinking too hard, and hunching my shoulders that makes it so unbearable.
I could say that I've had a headache for the past week, but that would only be partially true. I have had a headache for at least the past four or five days, but it's not been so debilitating. Coffee, Claritin, and Excedrin Migraine seem to keep it well enough in check (allergies, I guess).
So even though I was all chomping at the bit to start writing again once I had my life straightened out, I wrote 1600 words one night and promptly stopped it. I moped around a couple days, then started playing some more Dragon Age II hardcore, then decided I'd start a new game in Dragon Age: Origins to play simultaneously since the story and romance options are better in it and that's all anyone cares about anyway...and those of you who don't play video games are gone now. Sorry about that.
Here's a note: playing 8+ hours of Dragon Age and then watching 2 episodes of True Blood back-to-back will give you some odd dreams.
A thought: Joe Manganiello is one of the best-looking men on television. And his last name is hard to spell.
Here's a secret, and judge me as I judge you: I've always secretly snickered when people talked about their characters talking to them. I've always owned my characters. They do what I want them to do, and there's not much room for compromise. Until today, when a very strong female voice started narrating her opening chapter. It's not new--it's actually a premise I came up with two years ago and did nothing with. But damn, she was really going, and that voice was intoxicating.
So my headache is gone.