That which remains possible

~ rain made discipline easier, but clarity eludes me on a clean-desk Saturday

On longer pieces, weekend writing, I tend more to the internal than ‘looking out at the world’ - not feeling terror today, not yet, but one day, I’ll feel that jolt.

A foul-weather Saturday can make work feel almost noble, until the inner critic pulls up a chair.

Sometimes the clean desk is not the achievement.

Yesterday, it was where unfinished self-prom…