I hate to admit it, but the fear is back. With the new job and the beginning of the semester (I teach college English), I haven't had time or brain power to write. When I'm not writing, the fear that the muse will permanently desert me is suffocating. The ideas are still there, but they're buried so deeply under work stuff that I can't seem to dredge them up. I know they'll come when they're ready. I have to keep that faith.