Today, I gave it another attempt. The muse is back. Sort of. Like Grief--and yes, I'm capitalizing that on purpose--it seems to hit me in spurts. I can write for a minute. Then I can't. Then I can write for another minute.
I'm hoping as Grief wanes into something I can manage over time so shall my writing stamina. A wise person told me today that there is no right way to grieve. I will have to see how it goes.