Not that I'm going to be hanged, but you know what I mean. With all the best will in the world, hot milk and honey and 20mg of Temazepam, I couldn't sleep last night. The mind just wouldn't turn itself off.
Fortunately I didn't spend the time gloomificating. I have a couple of pages of notes for what may well be a new story. I've already got two of the characters nattering in my head. Then again it may turn out to be nothing; but at least I wasn't running up the walls.
As to the zombie stuff: I've got an offer to do roughs from one of my favourite artists! I'm going to wait and see how he reacts to the story, but I think he may be just the guy for the job.
It's just struck me that one reason I'm reacting badly to the prospect of attending the Acute Day Service is the name. "Willow View". It smacks of the whited sepulchre. Of course, they couldn't get away with calling it "Nuts Я Us", but it reminds me of what they used to call the mortuary at the hospital where my aunt used to work: "Rose Cottage". Indeed you can see willows from "Willow View", and "Rose Cottage" was a converted cottage and had roses growing up the sides, but... meh. I could happily have settled for "Coventry Mental Health Acute Day Service". It does, as they say, exactly what it says on the tin.
I'll post when I get back to let you know how things went. Wish me luck?