All through November, I was aware of every hour, every day going by, knowing I had to write X number of words, or if I was ahead or behind of my daily goal at any given point. It's like "mindfulness" theory applied to writing. Now... now... that sense of urgency has evaporated. Well, at least as far as writing is concerned. Now it's urgency about "HOW many days is it until Christmas?" and getting holiday shopping done and mail sent out and events to go to, etc. Writing? Err, what's that? Yeah. Bah, humbug!
What am I doing now? What are my characters doing? I have no idea. Spending money, I suppose.