I went camping and came home with a decent draft of a new short story and the mushy beginnings of an essay. Not bad. The morning seranades by meadowlarks and the wild turkeys that wandered through my campsite helped. And let's not forget the loggerhead shrikes, the crested caracaras, the woodstorks, the bob whites, the insatiable butterflies, the snipes (yes, they are real), and the mama alligators that kept living their lives all around me.
And many thanks to the staff (paid and volunteer) of Kissimmee Prairie Preserve State Park who are devoted to the restoration of this ancient landscape.