I've actually been mildly productive. Filled up two whole composition notebooks in the past month. And most of it isn't introspective drivel. Some of it is, of course. But lady, focus is the word of the day. If I'm to be fantastic on a lounge chair on the tundra then I need to batten down the g.d. hatches and make my thoughts more micro. No more big explosions of pink fluffy clouds onto paper for a while. The monkeymind is infiltrating some of my verse. Isn't that what this venue is for? Aren't "weblogs", in the true meaning of the word, simply a writer's diarrhea brain matter? Fllllllllllllleggggh.