A Writer's Notebook, Day Five-Hundred-And-Forty-Nine

Well, I did not get my writing done this morning, and instead rushed through a whole barrage of poems tonight.  I can write quite rapidly when I am focused, so I don't have any practical reason not to be writing in the morning, but I knew that.  More and more, I am certain a large amount of my resistance is connected to my feelings of grief after Ulysses's death.