Sometimes, inspiration just descends on you unasked for, and you sit down to write and your fingers all but catch fire as they try to keep pace with your brain.
This is not one of those times. This is one of those times when you have to go in search of inspiration, yank it out of its den, wrestle it into submission, drag it back to your writing chair, and hold a gun to its head.
So yeah, I’m still writing my new story. Everything’s fine.