Tonight I need your sweet caress...

It came to me slowly.

A dawning realisation that the increase in the occurrence of migraine, had coincided with the panic that I had lost my writing mojo.

My memories had faded, I couldn't recall childhood dalliances which had filled my mind, and my jotters with stories to write.

I took the logical approach as favoured not only by Spock, but also by Tooli, and tried to rational where my muse had gone.

And then it dawned on me.

The chemicals in my brain were playing up. My mind was thinking so hard about staying focused and together, that it didn't have time to dawdle around the memories, and the happy-times.

A few days, and they've already started trickling back.

Checking in on you Mothership!