I actually have an editor now, who is not (bless her heart) pestering me for material in the slightest, but still. I can't figure out why it's turning into such a struggle. I write every day, on LiveJournal and newsgroups and mailing lists and whatnot; hell, i can sit down to respond to something in a newsgroup and end up writing two thousand words without even blinking. But a book? Every word is an ordeal. And it's ot like I don't know what to say; I know exactly what I want to say. It's just proving to be remarkably difficult to say it.
And this morning, while I was stepping out of the shower, the cat caught and ate a bug. Eww!