A Writer's Notebook, Day Five-Hundred-And-Thirty-Seven

I have spent the last few nights doing my work, without having been able to get much done in the morning.  Some days, this has been a matter of having the time, as I've had some early mornings, but often it is purely a mental block.  Still, that I am getting the work done matters more, even if not in my ideal manner.  I am writing each day, am putting out a great amount of work (ten poems a day minimum of late, and I am hoping that will rise again soon), and I do wonder, at times, why I should feel the need to shift back to my old patterns.  I wonder if I would be better off saying to myself that I am obligated only to one writing session a day, but encourage two of them as an option.  Why do I feel compelled, though, to see this as turning in the wrong direction?  It may only be a fear that I could slip backwards towards not writing daily, but I haven't found that to be a real problem.  I tend to think there are other reasons, even if I am not aware of them in specific, that are compelling me, and, if nothing else, I do think that two sessions a day would give not only more poems, but also more time practicing and working on my craft.

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