A Writer's Notebook, Day Four-Hundred-And-Thirty-Two

I had another day where I did not make it to my office in the morning.  As I have said before, this is largely due to my not wanting to climb the stairs on my sprained ankle.  If I could, I would try going up backwards and seated, but it is a rather narrow spiral stairwell that does not permit that possibility, at least not for my physique.  

As a result of this, I have again written all my poems (nine daily, at this point) in one go.  Now, that is a bit of a strain, in some ways, but I am glad to find I can do such a sustained amount of work in one go.  It may be that I would not have been capable of that in the recent past, or it may be that I merely need the conviction to force myself to do the work.  In either case, I am glad to see that I have the stamina to do that much work at a single time, especially as I do worry, at times, about how far I will push myself and whether I will get to a point where I just cannot keep up.  It is good to know that I am not close to that quite yet.

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