In the coming week, I'll do better.
By being full of other duties as required, I've been more sensitive to my writing time. I'm wondering if I'm alone in that?
I've had better ideas in the limited time I've made available to write than I've had int he whole of the past month. That is itself rewarding.
Writing appears at time a little like Tourette's : when I am fully occupied by something else, my focus in writing has laser-like precision.
So, I hope your beast of burden is still speaking to you. It's spring. There's plowing to do.
I'll be away for a glorious week of writing this month. My retreat? On a world famous trout river.
Look out, Papa. It's "Not So Old Man and a Fish."
I can hardy wait.
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