I hate to say it, but I think there is such a thing as too much reading. In the time since I woke up yesterday morning, I have read The Princess and the Hound by Mette Ivie Harrison, Sword-Dancer by Jennifer Roberson, and the graphic novel of The Last Unicorn. That's a grand total of 855 pages. Not that the pages matter so much...but the characters and the worlds and the words. So. Many. Words. And they're not cooperating and flooding back out of me again in a torrent of creativity. No. They're sloshing around in my head, making my mind feel muzzy and sluggish...just like too much water on an empty stomach. Blegh.

I think I need to do something else for a while. Like algebra.