An Unkindness of Ravens

I have been unable to write now for about three days. The reasons for this are various. Busy at work, things to do when not at work, too many things roiling around in my head right now. I've started four different stories in the last two weeks, worked a bit on some older stuff, and now nothing. I have spent most of the time playing around in Photoshop or aimlessly surfing the web, although some of that aimless surfing has led me to interesting discoveries such as the term for a large group of ravens: an unkindness of ravens. I don't know that I agree with calling ravens unkind, but I suppose it's much like calling a group of crows a murder. There was a reason for calling crows a murder. They have been known to kill weak/ill/injured members and were once thought to have "trials" to determine this sentence, thus a murder. Which should be more acurately an execution. But this is what random surfing trying to find more pictures of ravens to Photoshop gets me. An unkindness of ravens. Maybe that's why I can't write.

I don't sleep in hotels, so I got very very little sleep last night after the party which was after a busy day of Christmas shopping. Today was busy too. Up relatively early for breakfast and check out, a bit of shopping, dropping several bags of clothes off at Goodwill (crossing one item of my goals list), and now here I sit, almost 1:30 AM, exhausted but still caffeinated from this morning, wanting to write but unable. If it doesn't get nasty outside tonight, I need to finish Christmas shopping tomorrow. I'm sure there will be other things to keep me from writing.

I think I am going to make a writer's block. I just have no idea how I would go about doing that with the materials I have on hand. Well, I'm a creative bird, right? I'll think of something.