I’m not sure if it’s writer’s bloc or just general malaise.
Regardless, I can’t seem to start or finish anything. I’ve got cases of pulp sitting in the fridge with no framing devices. I’m desperate for something to shake me loose. Knocking it all over and rearranging some of the boxes is likely to yield connections I’m not seeing. Last time I checked rehashing old ideas with minor changes to the main characters is profitable.
If only originality held value in today’s world.