What's With Me?

I'm so unmotivated. Its fall, almost ski season. I have a story I'm working on that I'm just not feeling. I'm so not creative. The characters are totally not speaking to me.

Not that I try to have a conversation with them. If we did, we wouldn't have much to say. Like a relative who lives away and you have a conversation every few months thats just obligitory like hows the weather, kids. Alls good? Great, talk to you in another few months so we can have the same stupid conversation. I feel like my characters live in Peoria and here am in Rochester and not only do I not want to waste time talking with them on the phone, but I don't care if they even come home for Thanksgiving.

I feel I have extended this metaphore a little too far.

Anyway, I feel sorta disoriented, like Dwight on the Office when Jim hid his desk.

Check out the clip, you'll see what I mean.