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

I wrote three poems today, which is, indeed, not my intended output most days of late, yet, and not for the first or even second time, I am finding myself buoyed by the fact that three poems is simultaneously below my current average for a day and well above where I was even a short time ago.  I recall, at one point in the last two months when I considered three poems to be a good daily average, and now it is a minimal goal that I can accept, even if I am aware it is a bit slack.

So, while I am annoyed that I didn't push myself to do more work and to keep up with my current goals, I am also astounded and pleased that I have reached a place where I can feel that way about a three poem day.  As well, I am not holding any other writer to this standard.  It is purely my own.  I also think I might feel differently if the work I produced today had felt more significant.  But, of course, that can happen at any time, with any of these poems, where an idea just hits and takes off, and it is more about being ready and in the right place.  Of course, I do believe that doing more work still increases those odds, and brings the standard up even on a regular day like today.

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