I’ve written a blog post every day this year, so far, and drafts of poems, pretty much every day of Lent. I hit some milestones in the augmented reality game, Ingress, that I play. I continue my way through the latest MOOC on American Poetry. Now, it is Emily Dickinson.

I read the news, paying close attention to the upcoming presidential election, the shooting in South Carolina, and the closing of colleges. At home, I do what I can to keep the house running smoothly as people fight illnesses.

So, there are days when the blank page just seems so much more daunting, days that I let my assignments for the poetry class slip a little more, and days when I head off to bed early.

It is part of the ebb and flow, and even this, is potential grist for other writing.