Just tonight I did a couple of sketches of leaves. Nothing fancy, but it felt good to have pen in hand again.
And this afternoon, for some strange reason, I started thinking Witherwilds and had a couple of thoughts that I might be able to work in. Whether these ideas turn into something useable or not, it just felt good to have the story occupy my brain again. So, did some note-taking but no real writing.
I'll take what I can get.