Note to self from this morning's writing block:

"Is the problem that I haven't found the right POV? perspective? ... frame? (or is it simply that i cant fucking write?)"

(Continuing to think about this; might publish something or somesuch on those thoughts later.)

One of those days, one of those days. Anyhow.

Rowing machine fantastic, though I'm not sure that it will - thanks blood sugar/T1D – grant me an off-day from running (it will, however, be an excellent alternative during cold rains and/or impossible winter weather): Running extends my controlled blood sugar for at least 24 hours whereas rowing, while an excellent way to drop the blood sugar, doesn't seem to have as long of a shelf-life. Will try doing both today, perhaps a bit shorter of a run with a shorter period of rowing. Yoga remains a constant, no matter what. I couldn't do the running – or anything – without it.

Working towards an acceptance that I might have, after a year and a half of relentless creative output into the ether of indifference, hit that period of non-creativity. The solution, the pattern, remains the same: do the work.