Not writing – or writing in a half-assed way – is harder than doing so on a schedule. I relearned this lesson when circumstances at work compelled longer days this past week. By the time I got home my mind had jellied. At best I could edit existing pieces like a chicken picks at feed, bobbing for little bits at a time, lacking real focus. Some weeks go like that, I guess.

So far, next week promises a much smoother ride.