A Writer's Notebook, Day Four-Hundred-And-Twenty-Nine

I somehow seem to have messed up my ankle and it is hurting terribly today.  It was twinging yesterday, but it was by far worse today, and I am really aching at present.  I bring this up because I am probably going to keep tonight's entry short as a result.  In such times, of course, I am always buoyed to think that the work is continuing, in spite of everything, which is has an added dimension considering that my office, where I have my computer and do my work, is now located up a spiral stairwell in the house, which is not the easiest thing to navigate with a bum leg.  Yet, I am here, and I even seem to have added ninth poem to my writing tonight.  I had been thinking about it, as I've had such success increasing my output recently, and it felt, though still soon, as if it might be appropriate.  I haven't had any issues keeping up recently, in spite of increasing the number of poems I'm writing, if anything it has gotten me doing even more and better work.

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