A Writer's Notebook, Day Four-Hundred-And-Sixty-Eight

I am in my office for once.  I cannot be certain I will make it up each day, at the moment, but I am here right now, and I wrote all of my work on the computer tonight as well.  It is nice to be back on the computer, even with a different keyboard, but I am getting accustomed to the phone.  It is still not a great way for me to compose, but it does liberate me in some regards.  I am far slower writing on the phone, and it also requires many additional steps after writing, as I need to reformat each piece into a document on my computer, as I tend to just do them in one long email that I send to myself.  It is likely that I can find other solutions on the phone, if I want, but I am always worried about starting with a new system for things like this, especially now that I am able to do the work this way.  Transitioning to different interfaces is not a simple matter for me, so I am not going to mess with it right now.

I also wound up writing an extra poem tonight.  It was not entirely an accident, but it was not really planned out either.  I started work on a piece that I thought would be for the blog, but I realized it is something I want to hold back and keep working on, so I pulled it and wrote a different poem instead.  I had considered posting something else written today, but I thought this was a good solution and one that also helped me to propel my work forwards a bit more. I still want to see how far I can push myself, once I get back to writing on a more regular schedule, as I think I am now fairly capable of writing a lot more per a session, having spent so much time doing most of my work in a single sprint, lately.  At present, I am just glad to be able to say that I am back in my office, but I have to admit that I did not get to work at all until well after dark, so my schedule is still not back to normal at this point.  One step at a time.  Besides, even with my schedule amiss, I am still writing twelve poems a week and updating the blog.  Though I know it is important to regain the balance of doing work in the morning and the evening, I also want to keep in mind that I have been able to keep on task despite this and other disruptions to my preferred habits.

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