I think my mental fog is lifting. In true Lily’s muse fashion, of course, the story that has finally caught my imagination’s attention enough to bring it back into the normal processes of my mind is a new story, not one I am currently writing nor one I had been writing and drifted away from. But I don’t even care. Having that free-form creation in my head at all is apparently enough to let me get back to my Sisyphean grind, and right now that is all I need. I can take it from here, no matter how many early mornings it means. What I can’t do is an endless procession of early mornings in which I do nothing but feel my thoughts falling in disarray around me.
In other words, we’re back to this: https://lilywhitelefevre.wordpress.com/2012/07/27/two-by-two-hands-of-blue/