Perhaps you haven't noticed, but these days my posts have been about everything but my own writing. One can only whine for so long about not writing. Well, actually I can keep at it with an inordinately fulsome flair that makes friends pretend they have another call, but I've tried to spare my on-line community.
Don't worry. This week, twice, there have been writing mornings - ones that left me with that whole, all-is-right-with-the-world sense of myself. Perhaps a writing groove is being etched back into my brain.