I'm a junior now. In college. It feels like I was just a junior in high school last year. Everything's going really well and I'm happy, despite having a tumultuous fall semester. My new house is lovely, as are my roommates. My research is fun and I love my mentor. I'm trying to keep up with writing and this summer I plan on re-visiting some of my really, really old short stories. Gotta fix the flow, so to speak. It's almost embarrassing to read some of that preteen stuff, but I refuse to delete it. I can use it for comparison purposes, to show myself that I've improved at least a little.
I've got writer's block. Haven't made any sacrifices to the god of fiction lately and he's pissed. Any ideas?