The little people in my head are still scarily silent and my giant case of "why bother-itis" hasn't gone away.
But... I've learned to crochet! Well, I'm in the process of learning to crochet. The fabulous woman who runs the "Knit and Natter" group I go to with my Mum every week is teaching me (she has the patience of a saint!) and I'm now practising a lot of double crochet (single crochet in US terms) and half-treble (half-double in US), making a giant yarn basket and using up some random wool in my stash.
A bit like walking, or gardening, or knitting, I'm finding crochet allows part of my brain to be focused on the crochet part (now I know what I'm doing and especially as I'm not really needing to follow a pattern, but just going around and around on the basket!), but other parts of my brain get to freewheel. In the past, this led to books getting plotted, and characters becoming fully rounded rather than chirruping little voices that nagged at me.
A few voices are trying to break through the thick mist in my head while I'm crocheting. They're not loud and they're not saying much, but maybe, just maybe, they will come back.