You've been gone.

So I have been. Neglecting to write, that is. I've been both rejeuvenated and drained, all in the same span of a week--two, three. Who counts days anymore? No. This isn't the sort of writing I'd like to be doing on here right now. My silence may continue... I turned in a 23 page story today for workshop. I keep remembering things about the story that need major work; but, there is freedom in having finished the draft at last. I'd like to be writing poetry. I'd like to be writing stories in clay-mation. I have a claymation story in my head, a sort of dream. How does one write claymation? Anyone?