I just finished my first completed story in years. The King’s Wedding (very much a working title) is 5,574 words long in its rough draft and set in Searoyal. I just checked, and the last full-length (non-flash fiction) story I finished was a Harry Potter fanfic written in February 2005. I feel like I’ve overcome a huge mental and emotional hurdle, and rather than being ashamed that I haven’t finished anything in so long, I am really . . . relieved. I can still do this. I can finish things. Writing is possible. My writer’s block is dead.