Yeah, so my cryptic posts amount to this:

Today, I was writing my submission to the next issue of imaginarybeasts, which was going to be a prequel in my Danse Macabre original 'verse. I started it this morning (after puddling around in brainstorming with kashmir_ki_kali a few days ago) and finished it with 45 minutes to spare of my midnight deadline.

This is exciting for two reasons: First, obviously, because it's a piece of original fic, completed on time, and in the Danse Macabre 'verse, but more importantly because this is the first time I've written since the beginning of meds fiasco. That is, when the shrink put me on an anti-anxiety med that turned around and gave me a rather severe case of clinical depression. Then she put me on something else, which made me manic and unable to eat or sleep, but I was still experiencing the lethargy and apathy from the depression. I've been meds-less for just over a week (I took my last pill on Friday, before the 'rents came and pulled me out of school), but I was only slowly getting to feel back to normal.

I think I'm finally on the mend.