It is as though some vital organ had suddenly taken it upon itself to vanish, just disappear without a goodbye or a word's warning.

It is rather like that. Like there's something I'm forgetting to do -- oh, wait, no, it's already done. (I didn't feel quite like that with The Confessional because I had all those epilogues to write, and that was over a much shorter time frame anyway.)

For now, you may find it helpful to rest and let your disciplined mind drift over the landscape of your thoughts.

Too late for that. :) The next story has already presented itself. And it's not anything I was expecting -- this sort of popped up out of nowhere. Actually I spent much of today beating it back, to keep myself in the right frame of mind to finish my edits on AGL! (I don't want to share details yet because it might fail miserably; I want to start setting it down first, see if I can get it to work.)

Now, go cuddle some kittens.

Done. ;) I also spent some time whacking monsters in a universe utterly removed from Spira, which was nice for clearing the brain.